<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849</id><updated>2011-10-29T20:44:15.373-07:00</updated><category term='Royal Wedding'/><category term='Top Ten Lists'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='Sally'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Mommyhood'/><category term='Winners'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='In My Neck of the Woods'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='hair'/><category term='Product Reviews'/><category term='Katie'/><category term='Crafty Stuff'/><category term='Book Reviews'/><category term='Skywatch'/><category term='Thankful Thursday'/><category term='Princesses'/><category term='Weirdness'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Siblings'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><category term='Contests'/><category term='Toby'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Weather Man'/><category term='Volunteering'/><category term='Sticky Notes'/><category term='Josie'/><category term='Giveaways'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Five ? Friday'/><category term='Olympics'/><category term='Open Letters'/><category term='Perfect Pairing'/><category term='Prayers'/><category term='Running'/><category term='Pets'/><category term='RHOK'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Only in Oklahoma'/><category term='Getting Old'/><category term='Wordless Wednesday'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Exercise'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Blogging'/><category term='We Want to Know Wednesday'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Resolutions'/><category term='Patrick'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Recipes'/><category term='Kids Activities'/><category term='Kitties'/><category term='Mexico'/><title type='text'>Out on a Lam</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>512</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4272927447638987406</id><published>2011-10-05T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T20:36:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Motto and Really Funny Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I missed yesterday...I was busy. And I was busy today, too. More about that later. So here's the Getting to Know Me in 30 Days questions for Oct. 4 &amp;amp; 5.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 4&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Do you have a life motto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBs4FtqsGdM/To0hsHxKCHI/AAAAAAAACFM/n6mG1N5REV0/s320/rak3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660217348557768818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really have a &lt;i&gt;"motto"&lt;/i&gt; but my philosophy on life is just to be kind. Be a nice person. Be sympathetic, have empathy, show love and compassion. Of course we all have our moments that we wish we could take back and when we were not acting nice. We're human after all. But just be kind. (I have to admit I often beat myself up with guilt if I think I've hurt someone's feelings. I get obsessive about it).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I guess my motto is "Be kind."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's where my friends come in and think they are &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; funny. I asked for questions, and here's what I get...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;1. Where is Oct. 4th post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Nice question...I was busy smarty pants, ahem, I mean, &lt;a href="http://www.thatsbaloney.com/"&gt;Baloney&lt;/a&gt; AND &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;2. Are you coming to the fair with me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I really do think anyone who reads this wants to know if I'm going to the fair with Baloney. Right? Since this is apparently a really important question that people want to know, my answer is no, I'm not going to the Fair. Tomorrow is my day to volunteer in my son's Kindergarten class. And there's no way I'm missing that! (I'm still adjusting to him being away from me all day, M-F. So I'm going to spend time with my boy). Really, it would've been fun, though. Have a turkey leg and fried doggie toes for me! Love ya, Baloney!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More tomorrow, friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Goodnight!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4272927447638987406?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4272927447638987406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4272927447638987406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4272927447638987406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4272927447638987406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-motto-and-really-funny-friends.html' title='My Motto and Really Funny Friends'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zBs4FtqsGdM/To0hsHxKCHI/AAAAAAAACFM/n6mG1N5REV0/s72-c/rak3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-5125795010202741108</id><published>2011-10-03T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T09:40:39.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to Know You in 30 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In an effort to blog more, I've decided to do one of those "30 Day to Get to Know Me." In other words, each day I'm going to answer a question (or post a pic, depending on what the question of the day is...I'm getting the questions off the Internet) about myself or my life, etc. Surely I can manage to answer one question per day and post it. Ya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I'm three days late getting started--I was going to start on Oct. 1--today you get the first three questions. Thanks for following along. I'm hoping to incorporate any linkies into the questions...just going to have to get creative on how to cross brand (but I'm a former marketing professional, I think I can manage).  So let's get started...here's getting to know you...I mean, me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 1&lt;/b&gt; (should've been): &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Post a current pic of yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here you go. That's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEjkJ1-pHnw/TonepRByeJI/AAAAAAAACE8/rlYuNEaK-2o/s1600/Alyssa%2B012_2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEjkJ1-pHnw/TonepRByeJI/AAAAAAAACE8/rlYuNEaK-2o/s320/Alyssa%2B012_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659299207294646418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 2&lt;/b&gt; (happy birthday to my mom yesterday, Oct. 2):&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;What is your full name and tell us about it...were you named after anyone, did you like your name as a kid, etc., etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My full name is Alyssa Allison (I'm not giving you my maiden name or last name, even though you probably know what it is. Still, just for precautionary measures). Not named after anyone, my mom just liked the name Alyssa. My sister and I have the same middle name--Allison. Guess my mom really liked that name. Did I like my name as a kid? NO! Though the name Alyssa is becoming more and more popular, when I was a kid it was NOT popular. And I wanted a popular name so I could buy a personalized bicycle license plate or mug. I wanted to be a Stephanie or Molly or Jill or one of those names that were popular when I was kid. Also, my maiden name started with the letter A. So that was super awesome to have the initials AAA. Not really. But I'm okay with my name now. You know how it is when you're a kid, you just want to be like the other kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oct. 3 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;When is your birthday and do you share it with a celebrity? What's your sign and do you fit the stereotype of your zodiac sign?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My birthday is May 11, and I don't think there are any celebrities with it. Hold on, let me Google that.....looks like Natasha Richardson. My sign is Taurus. I'm not really into that whole zodiac sign business, but apparently Taurus are patient and reliable, possessive, inflexible, stubborn, warm hearted and loving, persistent and determined, steadfast, loyal, and don't like change (got those personality traits off the web). Looking at those, I would say, yes, I fall into most of those categories. Except the "don't like change"...I'm pretty spontaneous and a go-with-the-flow type of gal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now...here's what I want from you. What do you want to know? What questions would you like me to answer? I'd love it if you'd give me your questions...leave it in the comments!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-5125795010202741108?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/5125795010202741108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=5125795010202741108&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5125795010202741108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5125795010202741108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/10/getting-to-know-you-in-30-days.html' title='Getting to Know You in 30 Days'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oEjkJ1-pHnw/TonepRByeJI/AAAAAAAACE8/rlYuNEaK-2o/s72-c/Alyssa%2B012_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-851590531365336857</id><published>2011-09-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T07:43:13.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to Us Tuesday--On a Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I promised &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive&lt;/a&gt; that I'd link up to her new linky dealy. Her linky is on Tuesdays...today is Wednesday. So, as always I'm a day late. That's my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i855.photobucket.com/albums/ab115/Emmymom/HiRes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Impulsive's linky is Talk to Us Tuesday where you basically just chat about whatever you want. So I'm going to give it a try--and try not to bore you.  Here goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ2UENzo9yk/TnC8bL_y4XI/AAAAAAAACEs/KrMt4vMKmKQ/s320/After_P%2527s_Goal-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652224707612828018" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(Patrick after he scored a goal! Yay!! His back is to the camera, that other little cutie is his best friend. They are so cute together...little boys, LOVE THEM!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm officially a soccer mom--but NO mini van! Patrick is playing soccer this fall. He loves it, it's super cute and we're having fun. Is there anything cuter than little 5/6 year old boys and girls running around in their too big chin guards. And really, you know why they play...for the after game snacks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My heart was so sad and heartbroken for the past two weeks. A friend of mine lost her 4 month old baby. It's the first time that a child of one of my friends died. I struggled with the right words to say, when to act and when to back off. I couldn't make sense of it, this precious family who has gone through so much heartbreak already. Why is this happening to them? They are the strongest, most faithful family I've ever seen. God is with them everyday. But won't you please say a prayer for my friend (God will know who you're talking about, I don't want to put her name out in public without her permission), for continued healing of her heart, peace, understanding and for them to help their other children grieve while she's grieving herself. And give your children one more hug and tell them you love them, life is precious and unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I'm obsessed with my hair. It's ridiculously out of control and ugly right now! I need to get my highlights done, but I don't know what to do. I'm in need of a serious hair cut, but I don't know what I want. Ugh, my hair has always caused me great disdain (except when I was preggers with Patrick, I had awesome hair then).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zro9Oe6q5qA/TnC8F_rSPzI/AAAAAAAACEk/gLxGShyQyhY/s320/ttown_logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652224343528324914" /&gt;-Visit &lt;a href="http://www.ttownmoms.com/"&gt;ttownmoms.com&lt;/a&gt;. Comment, put something in the forum. Stop by and say 'hi'! We'd love to see you over there. There's big plans coming down the pick for ttownmoms.com, can't wait to tell you about it when I know more. But stop by!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0WbSWsHBBdM/TnC7pjQWkEI/AAAAAAAACEc/F5PP8A014DA/s320/AquariumRun2011891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652223854862831682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;(seriously, why'd I put this ridiculous photo of me on here? It's the only pic I have of myself running...gag).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Running...you knew I was going to go there. I've had some serious setbacks lately. Nothing physical. It's all mental. My motivation is gone. I need to get my running mojo back! Help! I used to run at least 4 times a week, but now I struggle to get out twice a week. I just don't feel like going. And I actually kind of like running (well, I don't like it when I'm doing it, but I love the way I feel afterwards--weird, I know). If anyone would like to give me some words of motivation, that would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have, my "Talk" for Talk to Us Tuesday (on a Wednesday). Sorry I wasn't too boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-851590531365336857?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/851590531365336857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=851590531365336857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/851590531365336857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/851590531365336857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/09/talk-to-us-tuesday-on-wednesday.html' title='Talk to Us Tuesday--On a Wednesday'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iJ2UENzo9yk/TnC8bL_y4XI/AAAAAAAACEs/KrMt4vMKmKQ/s72-c/After_P%2527s_Goal-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1993439760288316949</id><published>2011-09-12T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T08:49:21.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busted!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think I mentioned back in January that we got two new kitties. Manx kitties. They were sweet, little teeny baby kitties when we got them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And ate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And turned into adolescent kitties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now they are ornery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-TUIFP9tJY/Tm4oh5FualI/AAAAAAAACEU/N0gwLs99VwU/s1600/DSC_0492_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-TUIFP9tJY/Tm4oh5FualI/AAAAAAAACEU/N0gwLs99VwU/s320/DSC_0492_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651499145122179666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Toby, he's into shredding paper towels and toilet paper. Usually he does his little shredding destruction when we're gone. But this time I heard a ruckus in the kitchen and tiptoed in....BUSTED!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I have a toddler in the house again. I keep telling myself it's a phase, soon they'll be big, fat, lazy cats that just lay around in the sunlight all day (I'm ok with that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I admit....they are still sweet. I'm pretty smitten with these kittens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1993439760288316949?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1993439760288316949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1993439760288316949&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1993439760288316949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1993439760288316949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/09/busted.html' title='Busted!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5-TUIFP9tJY/Tm4oh5FualI/AAAAAAAACEU/N0gwLs99VwU/s72-c/DSC_0492_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-8063602975591416822</id><published>2011-08-12T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T11:13:04.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daydreaming on a Friday Afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm following in &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Impulsive's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; footsteps today and hooking up with her friend, &lt;a href="http://www.rwethereyetmom.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Becca,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; who hosts a Friday DayDreaming on her blog. It's kinda cool (well, not 'kinda', it IS cool), where you post a vacation pic and daydream about it. You should go over and visit and link up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rwethereyetmom.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i749.photobucket.com/albums/xx131/Darling729/FridayDayreamin-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, here's what I've got for this week.  Last month, as you know, we went to Cape San Blas, FL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Had another wonderful time. It's a magical place, but one of the best times of the day is sunset. The sunsets are amazing, I literally stand there and just stare until the sun drops into the ocean and leaves behind a glowing horizon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYq2ncMvUAs/TkVr6KmgV7I/AAAAAAAACEM/wd7im-fhPWQ/s320/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640032755373856690" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is Katie standing at the ocean's edge watching the sun go down. She just stood there and watched and watched. When the sun was gone and darkness had descended on us, she turned and said, "well, that was another great day." Love her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'd like to just sit here on this Friday afternoon and dream about standing in the warm ocean as the waves lap around my feet watching a beautiful sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Happy Weekend!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-8063602975591416822?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/8063602975591416822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=8063602975591416822&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8063602975591416822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8063602975591416822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/08/daydreaming-on-friday-afternoon.html' title='Daydreaming on a Friday Afternoon'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BYq2ncMvUAs/TkVr6KmgV7I/AAAAAAAACEM/wd7im-fhPWQ/s72-c/DSC_0404.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1029550350626557321</id><published>2011-08-09T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T13:28:56.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neck of the Woods--Angry Birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm linking up with the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; today to share what's going on in My Neck of the Woods. What's really going on is back-to-school preparation (school starts one week from today), but I'm choosing to ignore that and squeeze every last minute out of summer. So let's just pretend BTS isn't happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/neck-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what's going on in My Neck of the Woods...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEm2xY5vhC0/TkGWctgPRTI/AAAAAAAACEE/Nt3kFKyEyRk/s1600/photo-85.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEm2xY5vhC0/TkGWctgPRTI/AAAAAAAACEE/Nt3kFKyEyRk/s320/photo-85.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638953628439889202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Angry Birds live show.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course we've all played Angry Birds on our phones or iPads. And I'm sure you know that the stuffed animal birds are available for purchase (at the grocery store and other retailers). If your kids have blocks they build up the village with the pigs strategically placed then they throw the stuffed Angry Birds at it. It's totally awesome when the blocks come crashing down over and over and over again on the wood floor (**sarcasm**). But shoot, they're happy, so it's all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's what's going on in My Neck of the Woods!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1029550350626557321?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1029550350626557321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1029550350626557321&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1029550350626557321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1029550350626557321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/08/my-neck-of-woods-angry-birds.html' title='My Neck of the Woods--Angry Birds'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEm2xY5vhC0/TkGWctgPRTI/AAAAAAAACEE/Nt3kFKyEyRk/s72-c/photo-85.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3822507463716440570</id><published>2011-08-03T14:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T14:52:43.568-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's hot. We know, we know. It's HOT! So please quit posting your dashboard temp gauges on Facebook, etc. We're all hot and we all know it's hot. Ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry to get testy...I think the heat is getting to me (ho ho ha ha hee hee). Not really...I like HOT weather--I'm &lt;i&gt;cool&lt;/i&gt; with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, seriously, it's not going to be hot forever, so let's all simmer down a bit and put it into perspective. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You could be doing this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHU_70nWT5s/TjnAaLnV8lI/AAAAAAAACD0/GjlCA2qS2pE/s320/polluted-air-another-danger-to-u-s-troops-in-iraq.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636747964657824338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iIScsRNvnfM/TjnAZ2tExOI/AAAAAAAACDs/tEtrTbj7n0w/s320/07kurds.xlarge1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636747959044719842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See this...this is the temperature forecast for Baghdad, Iraq. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's really hot there, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FA7ZSbFrog8/TjnAaeFgbFI/AAAAAAAACD8/viDS9HDr2nw/s1600/photo.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FA7ZSbFrog8/TjnAaeFgbFI/AAAAAAAACD8/viDS9HDr2nw/s1600/photo.PNG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FA7ZSbFrog8/TjnAaeFgbFI/AAAAAAAACD8/viDS9HDr2nw/s320/photo.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636747969616178258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you know, I don't get political on the ol blog (in the words of Bush the 1st "not gunna do it"), but I think we need to put our little heat wave in perspective. You're probably wearing shorts, tank tops, swimsuits, flip flops, etc. Not full combat gear. Just keep that in mind the next time you say, "ugh, I'm soooo hot." We don't have it that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopping off my soapbox now. Hope you have a great Wednesday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3822507463716440570?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3822507463716440570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3822507463716440570&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3822507463716440570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3822507463716440570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/08/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BHU_70nWT5s/TjnAaLnV8lI/AAAAAAAACD0/GjlCA2qS2pE/s72-c/polluted-air-another-danger-to-u-s-troops-in-iraq.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3529470802008893449</id><published>2011-07-27T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T12:33:25.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Quick Reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok, so you know we just got back from vacation. I like to read. I love to read on the beach. And it took two days to get there and two days to get back, so that's a lot of car time, too. So I read. So today I'm not going to give you long book reviews, I'm going to keep it quick. Here's what I read last week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Middle Place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Kelly Corrigan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5o5JjiPUws/TjBhpA0V3sI/AAAAAAAACDc/PbmH-3BN6S4/s320/32602695.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634110491062558402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: 4 out of 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not a non-fiction (like I thought it was when I grabbed it as I was whizzing through the bookstore the day before we left). It's very well written and very relateable for mothers who have small children and are in "the middle place" between being a parent (to their children) and a child (to their parents). The main theme is her fight and her father's with cancer. Her wit and humor make it an easy read for a topic that could be depressing. It wasn't a "I couldn't put this book down" type of book, but it's very good and I would recommend it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;The Red Garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Alice Hoffman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 184px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KTMpXuobA0/TjBho7KtvVI/AAAAAAAACDU/ALDlLaiqfVQ/s320/66176669.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634110489545784658" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: 4.5 out of 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a very interesting book. If you decide to read it here's my first piece of advise...stick with it. The first 3 or 4 chapters you'll be thinking "blah...eh." But stay with it. This book isn't a 'story,' each chapter is a glimpse at the life of a citizen of a town in Massachusetts starting at the founding of the town and continuing through the 1990s-2000s. The common thread that binds the chapter together and the character together through the centuries is this garden that is behind the founder of the town's home where the soil is blood red. I would recommend this book and it's interesting cast of characters. But like I said...stick with this book through the beginning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;A Soft Place to Land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by Susan Rebecca White&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hm8ZlvSxxDs/TjBhoxBzyeI/AAAAAAAACDM/63u793bH_N0/s320/50789057.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634110486824077794" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rating: 3 out of 5&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Man, I really wanted to like this book. I really wanted to like the characters and was waiting for that "aha" moment in the book. But it never happened. It's the story of two sisters whose parents die in a plane crash when they are in 7th and 10th grade and their relationship throughout the years. This could have been a beautiful story but I just kept wanting to take a hold of both girls and shake them by the shoulders and say, "it's not &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; about YOU!" This is a decent 'beach read' where it isn't too deep, so don't expect too much out of it except for one mini drama after another. Oh--also more character development was needed. Read it if you'd like...it's just ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wednesday! Have a hot day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3529470802008893449?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3529470802008893449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3529470802008893449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3529470802008893449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3529470802008893449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-quick-reviews.html' title='3 Quick Reviews'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P5o5JjiPUws/TjBhpA0V3sI/AAAAAAAACDc/PbmH-3BN6S4/s72-c/32602695.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2752640119415912328</id><published>2011-07-19T16:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:09:46.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neck of the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm linkin' up with the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; today and showing you My Neck of the Woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/neck-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go check them out to see others, always fun to see what's going on in other's Woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's what's going on in my neck of the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqZLpJ8h2Iw/TiYNqEqcoeI/AAAAAAAACDE/cXk2uLmXHSw/s320/photo-79.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631203400530829794" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;'Nuf said!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later &lt;i&gt;gators&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2752640119415912328?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2752640119415912328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2752640119415912328&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2752640119415912328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2752640119415912328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-neck-of-woods.html' title='My Neck of the Woods'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mqZLpJ8h2Iw/TiYNqEqcoeI/AAAAAAAACDE/cXk2uLmXHSw/s72-c/photo-79.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-5990765604955177335</id><published>2011-07-14T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T20:39:48.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Month? Dang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shazaaaam! Whoa--no way has it been almost a month since I posted. In the words of Joe Dirt..."dang!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could sit here and give you a million excuses why I've been absent for a month, but shoot, it's summer girls and boys and sometimes mama's get a summer break, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoq3b1DGAi8/Th-145He8LI/AAAAAAAACC0/1zC9RxApsuI/s320/busy%2Bmom%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629418048245919922" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But really I've just been uber-busy. I won't give you details, I'll just say it goes a little something like this...summer camp, VBS, golf camp, pool time, grandparent's visit, pool time, kid #1's birthday, 5K races, pool time, kid #2's birthday...etc, etc. But I'm no different than the rest of you parents out there. I've just put blogging on the back burner. But I'll be back. Just not next week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and there's this little thing, too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 188px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRDsozLjZ9Y/Th-14kseS3I/AAAAAAAACCs/irTLqZSSssE/s320/ttown_logo.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629418042763922290" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll fill ya in on that later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hot Thursday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-5990765604955177335?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/5990765604955177335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=5990765604955177335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5990765604955177335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5990765604955177335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/07/month-dang.html' title='A Month? Dang!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xoq3b1DGAi8/Th-145He8LI/AAAAAAAACC0/1zC9RxApsuI/s72-c/busy%2Bmom%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-655762376554152668</id><published>2011-06-20T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T15:27:47.163-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>The Man in the Middle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I really hope you can see what's going on in the photo below. I took this photo last Thursday while out for my morning run on the river trails. This is three men out for a morning walk. But let me tell you, I don't know for sure, but I think it was more than just a morning walk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNmRVeGmXmw/Tf_D5ZM6k3I/AAAAAAAACCU/L-AOL82Fxh0/s1600/photo-77.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNmRVeGmXmw/Tf_D5ZM6k3I/AAAAAAAACCU/L-AOL82Fxh0/s320/photo-77.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620426250766685042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not good with ages, but if I had to guess, I would say these men are probably in their 70s. If you can't tell, the man in the middle is walking with a cane. They weren't walking at a brisk clip, but they were chit chatting and seemed to be enjoying themselves. When I ran past them (this pic was taken after I turned around and caught back up to them) I could tell that the middle man looked to be recovering from some type of medical issue. I don't know what it was, maybe a stroke, maybe cancer, maybe just the loss of a loved one. I don't know. But what I do know is that he has two good friends who got up at 6:00 a.m. with him and patiently walked along with him, encouraging him, talking to him, being his friend. Again, I absolutely don't know the situation, but what I do know is those other two men are...what true friends are...someone you can count on to carry you through the tough times in life.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that if there's ever a time where I'm the man in the middle that I'll have those kind of loyal friends by my side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-655762376554152668?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/655762376554152668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=655762376554152668&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/655762376554152668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/655762376554152668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/06/man-in-middle.html' title='The Man in the Middle'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xNmRVeGmXmw/Tf_D5ZM6k3I/AAAAAAAACCU/L-AOL82Fxh0/s72-c/photo-77.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2724055699468960803</id><published>2011-06-12T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T08:29:21.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--Isaiah 40:30-31</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've been MIA for a couple weeks, sorry. More on that later.  For now I'm linking up with Baloney to do another Perfect Pairing. Go over and see her and the other pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsbaloney.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/pairings2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you've been reading for the past month you know we've had 4 Robin's eggs in the perfect little nest that is perched on top of the electric meter on the side of the house. The eggs hatched, the babies grew and recently the flew the nest. Even mommy Robin moved on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3weQqlXXdfw/TfTaDEC88HI/AAAAAAAACCM/kx8bgzNdNRg/s320/photo-76.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617354381398438002" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.&lt;/i&gt; --Isaiah 40:30-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2724055699468960803?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2724055699468960803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2724055699468960803&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2724055699468960803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2724055699468960803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/06/perfect-pairings-isaiah-4030-31.html' title='Perfect Pairings--Isaiah 40:30-31'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3weQqlXXdfw/TfTaDEC88HI/AAAAAAAACCM/kx8bgzNdNRg/s72-c/photo-76.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6394061070316169408</id><published>2011-05-29T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T13:24:22.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--The Rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow--it's been a week since I've posted. I'm so, so sorry. It was the last week of school and recital week at dance, but we're on cruise control now on the lazy days of summer. So I hope I can promise you that more timely posts are on their way. For today, I'm doing &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baloney's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Perfect Pairing.  Hop on over and see her and the other pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsbaloney.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/pairings2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure everyone in the Tulsa area saw the beautiful double rainbow last week. Our last t-ball game got rained out in the bottom of the first inning and there it was on our drive back home. I don't know how anyone can look at a rainbow and not remember God's covenant. What a promise! So I find this pic and verse a Perfect Pairing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuyS9ibbWTM/TeKpvO-r8HI/AAAAAAAACCA/6GrzG2EGXao/s1600/DSC_0229.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuyS9ibbWTM/TeKpvO-r8HI/AAAAAAAACCA/6GrzG2EGXao/s320/DSC_0229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612234714597027954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth&lt;/b&gt;. --Genesis 9:13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6394061070316169408?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6394061070316169408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6394061070316169408&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6394061070316169408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6394061070316169408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-pairings-rainbow.html' title='Perfect Pairings--The Rainbow'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nuyS9ibbWTM/TeKpvO-r8HI/AAAAAAAACCA/6GrzG2EGXao/s72-c/DSC_0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3998134915391893597</id><published>2011-05-23T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T11:55:39.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--Hebrews 12:1-2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Monday...not Perfect Pairings day, but does that really matter. Any day is a good day to post the Word of God, isn't it? Anyway, head over and see &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baloney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and check out some of the other Perfect Pairings from yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsbaloney.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/pairings2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, please pray for the people of Joplin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a pic from a run I did on Saturday. Photo is courtesy of Fleet Feet Tulsa. I kind look like I'm ticked off. I wasn't ticked off (other than I didn't feel like running on Saturday), I was just focused on the finish line which was right in front of me when this was taken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT5HmJk1BTg/TdqrEROEeSI/AAAAAAAACB4/OhW5FyLWbVo/s1600/AquariumRun2011891.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT5HmJk1BTg/TdqrEROEeSI/AAAAAAAACB4/OhW5FyLWbVo/s320/AquariumRun2011891.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609984375673616674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;fixing our eyes on Jesus, the pioneer and perfecter of faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt; --Hebrews 12: 1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3998134915391893597?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3998134915391893597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3998134915391893597&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3998134915391893597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3998134915391893597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-pairings-hebrews-121-2.html' title='Perfect Pairings--Hebrews 12:1-2'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AT5HmJk1BTg/TdqrEROEeSI/AAAAAAAACB4/OhW5FyLWbVo/s72-c/AquariumRun2011891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7608685330866076904</id><published>2011-05-17T10:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T10:32:27.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Neck of the Woods'/><title type='text'>Your Neck of the Woods--St. Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Tuesday, you know what that means--it's Your Neck of the Woods day! Head over to the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; and check out what's going on in other's neck of the woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/neck-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I'm sharing this photo (sorry the quality of the photo isn't very good). This is a statue of Mary that is outside of my kids' school and our church. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjARBlrH9l4/TdKtwTz1O_I/AAAAAAAACBw/IMtBMgvk8QQ/s320/photo-74.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607735531492686834" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pass by this statue everyday as we pull into school, it's a very peaceful and calming way to start our day. Lately in my neck the woods we've been spending even more time at school and church than normal. You know how the end of the school year is...special parent's days, ceremonies, end-of-the-year concerts and performances. It's a busy, busy time of year.  So we're seeing the Mary statue more than usual this past week (and next week). But I don't mind, I need the daily reminder that God is in control of my life...not me. I'm very glad that His presence is in My Neck of the Woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have a blessed day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7608685330866076904?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7608685330866076904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7608685330866076904&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7608685330866076904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7608685330866076904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/your-neck-of-woods-st-mary.html' title='Your Neck of the Woods--St. Mary'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xjARBlrH9l4/TdKtwTz1O_I/AAAAAAAACBw/IMtBMgvk8QQ/s72-c/photo-74.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1329074023352081622</id><published>2011-05-16T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:42:38.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Babies are Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember when I posted this pic. Beautiful blue robin's eggs...sign of life to come? So pretty and photogenic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Z5ub5IqII/TdFvVP225ZI/AAAAAAAACBo/oVaUbgULnEM/s1600/photo-73.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Z5ub5IqII/TdFvVP225ZI/AAAAAAAACBo/oVaUbgULnEM/s320/photo-73.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607385421877536146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well...the babies were born this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Honestly, I find them a little creepy. But here are our four baby robins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWo-JwcSgZc/TdFvBmZZFOI/AAAAAAAACBY/E-GAzWZDUck/s1600/DSC_0198.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWo-JwcSgZc/TdFvBmZZFOI/AAAAAAAACBY/E-GAzWZDUck/s320/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607385084330579170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ick.  I'll keep checking on them, but I sure do hope they'll have feathers soon.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I like the eggs better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1329074023352081622?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1329074023352081622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1329074023352081622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1329074023352081622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1329074023352081622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/babies-are-here.html' title='The Babies are Here!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p2Z5ub5IqII/TdFvVP225ZI/AAAAAAAACBo/oVaUbgULnEM/s72-c/photo-73.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-291511401829044647</id><published>2011-05-11T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:27:12.101-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Want to Know Wednesday'/><title type='text'>We Want to Know Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm going to link up with &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimpulsiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; today (sorry I missed last week) and do We Want to Know Wednesday. It's really fun. So go over and see her and&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seriously Shawn&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thejohansonjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Janette&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and have a little fun learning about other bloggers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So without further ado, here are this week's Q&amp;amp;A's...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 152px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtQLRGZyaQY/TcqqlYKlVeI/AAAAAAAACBQ/fpM-ldO1kwk/s320/WWTKbutton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605480245334726114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1.  What game show have you thought you could be on and totally WIN? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I was going to say The Price is Right because I've watched since Bob Barker had dark hair (that was a long time ago), but then I thought, that game has a lot of luck involved and everything is priced according to California prices--not Oklahoma. So I changed my mind.  But, I could TOTALLY win Deal or No Deal. Now I might not win the million bucks, but I guarantee I'd walk away with a pretty good chunk of cash. It's all about statistics people. Take the emotion and adrenaline out of that game and it's an easy one to win some big money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Howie--I'll take the Deal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Fp5Khasow/TcqgMPXyhuI/AAAAAAAACBI/UEKSSLEc37Q/s1600/17379829.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P-Fp5Khasow/TcqgMPXyhuI/AAAAAAAACBI/UEKSSLEc37Q/s320/17379829.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605468818361190114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2.  Do you have a tattoo(s)? If so, what are they and what made you get them? If not, would you get one, yes/no/why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  No, I don't have any tattoos. No I would never get a tattoo. a). because it's permanent, and, b). it hurts.  Plus, I have an awesome birthmark on my right thigh in the shape of the Playboy bunny. Who needs a tat when nature provided that??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3. What is your favorite piece of jewelry that you own?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Easy...my wedding and engagement ring. I never take it off. Except to clean it. Other than that, it hasn't been off my finger since WM put it on there. The other is my crucifix necklace that I wear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;4. What is your driving pet peeve(s)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Oh, I have quite a few. But here are my two biggies...when someone is in the right turn only lane and the light turn greens and they smash the gas and go straight (not turn right). They just didn't want to wait in the line of cars that were in the correct lane.  But my very most, biggest, can't stand it pet peeve is when people throw cigarette butts out the window. I can't stand that!!! It's littering, it's putting your disgusting habit in my environment. If you do this you're a jerk wad. There have been so many times that I've been at a light and someone has thrown out a cig and I've been so tempted to get out of my car and flip it back into their car. But I'm non-confrontational, so I just sit seething in my car. It's a gross, dirty, stinky habit. Keep it to yourself. (Oh man, how I could go on about this...moving on).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OPFrvUT1yw/TcqgMI0E7II/AAAAAAAACBA/TZJ8Z3Rm2h4/s1600/57428374194.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5OPFrvUT1yw/TcqgMI0E7II/AAAAAAAACBA/TZJ8Z3Rm2h4/s320/57428374194.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605468816600788098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5. What was your favorite sitcom when you were little that you wish was still on?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;i&gt;One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight...schlemeel, schlemazel, hasenfeffer incorporated!"&lt;/i&gt; Laverne and Shirley! I loved that show and totally didn't get half of what they were talking about, but I thought their below the ground apartment was cool. Lenny and Squiggy were annoying but you loved them. Laverne and Shirley was on when I was little. I loved Friends very much, too, but it was on when I wasn't so "little." The cast of characters were my age and I "got it", my friends and I were in the same phase of life they were, it was like watching a show about our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Laverne and Shirley...I Heart You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7B2Tq8VbGw/TcqgL8HU2nI/AAAAAAAACA4/372oX2HTW2k/s1600/DownloadedFile" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7B2Tq8VbGw/TcqgL8HU2nI/AAAAAAAACA4/372oX2HTW2k/s320/DownloadedFile" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605468813191862898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have fun--link up with the gals!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-291511401829044647?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/291511401829044647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=291511401829044647&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/291511401829044647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/291511401829044647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/we-want-to-know-wednesday.html' title='We Want to Know Wednesday'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gtQLRGZyaQY/TcqqlYKlVeI/AAAAAAAACBQ/fpM-ldO1kwk/s72-c/WWTKbutton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-623809212521060925</id><published>2011-05-10T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T11:38:19.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Neck of the Woods'/><title type='text'>My Neck of the Woods--Babies are Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I'm hookin' up with the laaaaay-deeeees at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;RHOK&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to let you know a little bit about what's going on in My Neck of the Woods today. Head over to the RHOK to find out more about what's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/neck-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my neck of the woods, or I should say, on the electric meter on the side of my house, a mama Robin has made her perfect little nest and laid her perfectly Robin's Blue eggs. I wish I had gotten a better photo because this nest is seriously something out of a nature photo, it's perfectly symmetrical with cute little sprigs shooting out here and there. And look at those eggs. Precious little birds. BUT...I was taking my life in my own hands by taking this pic, that perfect nest-making mama was lurking, just waiting to attack if I made the wrong move. I will tell you this, she hasn't left her nest since I took this pic. She's probably thinking, "I leave for one second and blondie over there descends on my nest. No way am I leaving again." And she hasn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPdTFWoM1L8/Tcl-NJK_7xI/AAAAAAAACAw/rgDzNcJfXQk/s320/photo-73.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605149975504744210" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're just waiting for the arrival of our four babies birds. Our next door neighbor has a nest on her front door wreath and her babies have hatched, so I'm thinking it should be any day now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love spring. I love signs of new life and new beginnings. The flowers blooming, the birds chirping. I love that even though we live in the middle of town that nature is unfolding right in front of us.&lt;/div&gt;Happy Spring, my friends!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh--and I'd love to have a dress in the exact color of those eggs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-623809212521060925?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/623809212521060925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=623809212521060925&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/623809212521060925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/623809212521060925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/my-neck-of-woods-babies-are-coming.html' title='My Neck of the Woods--Babies are Coming!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gPdTFWoM1L8/Tcl-NJK_7xI/AAAAAAAACAw/rgDzNcJfXQk/s72-c/photo-73.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-8399751225930913965</id><published>2011-05-09T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T13:32:54.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here and There and a Bunch of Other Random Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Been awhile, huh? It's that time of the year...busy, busy, busy. Does anyone else find the end of the school year...the whole month of May...just crazy?  So here's a quick post with a few pics to show you what we've been up to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last Thursday, Patrick's preschool class had their May Crowning ceremony. It was darling and the kiddos learned about the importance of the Blessed Mother.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's Patrick before he walked into the chapel with his flowers for Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeNmkfQGBFQ/TchKsg_LNgI/AAAAAAAACAo/pQFHq_vjvBE/s1600/DSC_0170.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeNmkfQGBFQ/TchKsg_LNgI/AAAAAAAACAo/pQFHq_vjvBE/s320/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604811864892192258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the May Crowning, the mom's were invited back to the classroom for a muffins, photos and crafts. Patrick made me a beautiful necklace and I got lots and lots of hugs. Watching him with his friends and how much they've grown makes me realize he really is ready for Kindergarten. In three short months he'll be in "big" school. I'm going to enjoy this summer with my "little" boy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's my little guy and me at his preschool Mother's Day party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUHu8yW1GGU/TchKseGtpII/AAAAAAAACAg/k6nDE9t8KlY/s1600/DSC_0180_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUHu8yW1GGU/TchKseGtpII/AAAAAAAACAg/k6nDE9t8KlY/s320/DSC_0180_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604811864118502530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Saturday morning I got up and did the Ready, Set...Run! I was on Team Logan's Storm Breakers. The Storm Breakers is &lt;a href="http://crustygasguy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yogi's&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; son's team. Everyone wanted to be on our team, but there is simply only enough room for greatness, therefore, it was me and Yogi. I'm sure I was running so fast that storms were breaking.  Not really. It was a great run and a great inspiration to see these families who are so dedicated to their children. Thank you, Yogi and Logan for letting me be on your team. It was GREAT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I don't have a pic of me at the race--but Yogi does and so does Baloney (who didn't run because she doesn't believe in sweating. I'm also starting to believe that she's using her shoulder as a good excuse to get out of anything that involves sweat. Am I right? Totally kidding)!! So go check out &lt;a href="http://crustygasguy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yogi &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baloney&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to see proof that I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLZ6AIcmgro/TchJFSBkDwI/AAAAAAAACAQ/psk1s_lkGyA/s1600/ReadySetRunlogo2010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uLZ6AIcmgro/TchJFSBkDwI/AAAAAAAACAQ/psk1s_lkGyA/s320/ReadySetRunlogo2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604810091349151490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a little t-ball action after the run. It was hot but I was still sweaty from the run, so it was all good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crush it, Patrick!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkXzTn1VZvg/TchJFMydBBI/AAAAAAAACAI/xqzX7i6WDZw/s1600/DSC_0140_2_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PkXzTn1VZvg/TchJFMydBBI/AAAAAAAACAI/xqzX7i6WDZw/s320/DSC_0140_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604810089943598098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday was a day to celebrate moms! I love being a mom--I would never be able to put in words how blessed I am to have the three little munchkins I have. And I wouldn't be the mom I am today without the example set by my mom. Who I love with all my heart. (and who is going to kill me that I posted a pic of her).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's my mom holding Katie when Katie was about 12 weeks old. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0c78VTpi6U/TchJEh4KhbI/AAAAAAAACAA/Jy22ciSZtgU/s1600/Katie%2Band%2BMom.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-h0c78VTpi6U/TchJEh4KhbI/AAAAAAAACAA/Jy22ciSZtgU/s320/Katie%2Band%2BMom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604810078424827314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday afternoon was filled with family time and messing around the house and little shopping with my Katie.  A great dinner made by WM and topped off the evening watching The Real Housewives of Orange County (my first time watching and are you kidding me?!?!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That brings us to today. Katie was scheduled to get some fillings today. Which she did...plus, look! They also pulled two teeth. Surprise! Didn't know about that until we got there. She wasn't happy. She's still not happy. Bless her heart. She's one brave little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Katie's missing teeth. I think the Tooth Fairy owes her BIG TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hygqZZdvHnQ/TchJESX28HI/AAAAAAAAB_4/CsuwANYFv0s/s1600/photo-71.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hygqZZdvHnQ/TchJESX28HI/AAAAAAAAB_4/CsuwANYFv0s/s320/photo-71.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604810074262794354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight is more t-ball, dance photos, homework, getting ready for tomorrow's Patriotic Concert at Katie's school and Fun in Sun day at Patrick's. Like I said...just a busy, busy time of year. I'm going to do my best to keep up and post regularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;XOXO--til tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-8399751225930913965?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/8399751225930913965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=8399751225930913965&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8399751225930913965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8399751225930913965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/here-and-there-and-bunch-of-other.html' title='Here and There and a Bunch of Other Random Stuff'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeNmkfQGBFQ/TchKsg_LNgI/AAAAAAAACAo/pQFHq_vjvBE/s72-c/DSC_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6828751417100762693</id><published>2011-05-03T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:00:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beardacolypse--In Case You Miss It</title><content type='html'>I really was planning to do a In Your Neck of the Woods today because I have a great one.  I still might, later today. But for now you get this...incase you missed it last night. Two of my favorite actors/entertainers. You know I love me some Will Ferrell.  Be warned...there is some adult content.  Enjoy! And laugh--it's ok to laugh!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="441" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="ep"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://i.cdn.turner.com/tegwebapps/tbs/tbs-www/cvp/teamcoco_dynamic_embed.swf?context=teamcoco_embed_offsite&amp;amp;videoId=250226"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://i.cdn.turner.com/tegwebapps/tbs/tbs-www/cvp/teamcoco_dynamic_embed.swf?context=teamcoco_embed_offsite&amp;amp;videoId=250226" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" bgcolor="#000000" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="640" height="441"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6828751417100762693?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6828751417100762693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6828751417100762693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6828751417100762693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6828751417100762693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/beardacolypse-in-case-you-miss-it.html' title='Beardacolypse--In Case You Miss It'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-8020701840678075249</id><published>2011-05-01T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T15:34:07.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--2 Timothy 4:2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For today's post I'm going to join up with Baloney and do a Perfect Pairing. Go on over to &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;That's Baloney&lt;/a&gt;, say hi and check out the other pairings. They are wonderful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsbaloney.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/pairings2-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm posting this sweet pic of my little Josie that shows her kind, serene, gentle side. Which I've seen once in the last 6 weeks. She's going through a phase. She's testing me and my patience. So here's the verse that I chose to match my little sweetie's face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH5Ianc6ICE/Tb3ePDSahKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Y2PNnYfBreo/s1600/72e72ac81ef7420599c45f2e062c6769_7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH5Ianc6ICE/Tb3ePDSahKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Y2PNnYfBreo/s320/72e72ac81ef7420599c45f2e062c6769_7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601877861680710818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Preach the word; be prepared in season and out of season; correct, rebuke and encourage--with great patience and gentle instruction.&lt;/i&gt; --2 Timothy 4:2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-8020701840678075249?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/8020701840678075249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=8020701840678075249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8020701840678075249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8020701840678075249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/05/perfect-pairings-2-timothy-42.html' title='Perfect Pairings--2 Timothy 4:2'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BH5Ianc6ICE/Tb3ePDSahKI/AAAAAAAAB_w/Y2PNnYfBreo/s72-c/72e72ac81ef7420599c45f2e062c6769_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1863044174835215334</id><published>2011-04-28T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T11:02:21.125-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Only in Oklahoma--Baseball</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, it's been a bit of time since my last Only in Oklahoma post. But last night at Patrick's t-ball game I was presented a situation that just screamed "ONLY IN OKLAHOMA!"  I'm not going to tell you the name of the team we were playing or where we play because a). I don't want some weirdo coming out to the ball field and b). I don't want "Coach" to come get all redneck on me. Okay? Ok. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's just say in Oklahoma it apparently is okay for your baseball team to wear camo shirts, and for the coach to wear sweatpants and work boots and a half cocked hat. There may or may not have been chewing tobacco involved, I'm not totally sure on that, I felt like my life was on the line as it was by taking this pic. I was acting like I was taking a pic of Patrick playing in the field...but he was playing 3rd base, so....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fif-sIk-ASo/TbmotB1XZRI/AAAAAAAAB_o/1h4T_dR7bn0/s1600/photo-68.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fif-sIk-ASo/TbmotB1XZRI/AAAAAAAAB_o/1h4T_dR7bn0/s320/photo-68.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600693103151768850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll give the guy credit, he seemed to be great with his little team, even when half of them were crying.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But still, being good with kids is no excuse for dressing like a redneck. Unless you are a redneck, then I guess it's okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, never mind, it's never ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1863044174835215334?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1863044174835215334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1863044174835215334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1863044174835215334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1863044174835215334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/only-in-oklahoma-baseball.html' title='Only in Oklahoma--Baseball'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fif-sIk-ASo/TbmotB1XZRI/AAAAAAAAB_o/1h4T_dR7bn0/s72-c/photo-68.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2816725775939454859</id><published>2011-04-27T08:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:22:53.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We Want to Know--Random Randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm all about linking up with others this week, and today is no different. I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive Addict&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seriously Shawn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://thejohansonjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janette &lt;/a&gt;to do another installment of We Want to Know Wednesday. They don't have a theme this week, they just want to know a little about random things in our lives. So link up with those gals and check out what other people and thinkin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g328/OurDandelionWishes/WWTKbutton.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Here are today's questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;1. What is the first thing you notice about he opposite sex. Are you an eyes or a smile person? Another body part?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Two things...hair and smell. I know that's weird. But if a dude has nasty hair...yuck OR if his hair is full of product and perfectly styled...double yuck. I don't want a dude who spends more time on his hair/appearance than I do. Puh-leeze! And of course, the smell thing. I am super sensitive to smells (it was dreadful during my pregnancies), so if a guy smells yucky...bleck! Or worse, if he's drowned in colonge...gag me more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2. If a movie was being made about you who would you like to see cast as you? And would your movie be a comedy, drama, romantic-comedy, action film or horror movie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Well, it would probably be a comedy and I'd think Gwenyth Paltrow or Charlize Theron or Uma Thurman might be cast as me, but just because of the height and hair color thing. OH--no, Lisa Kudrow...she's probably who should play me (when Friends was the popular TV show, everyone said that I was a lot like Phoebe. Not sure if that's a compliment or not...but I like Phoebe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3. Does your high school yearbook include a senior comment section? If so, share what you shared about your future goals. Have you met those goals? If you do not have a senior comments section, share what your goals were when you were 18 years old and if you're brave enough share your senior picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  We didn't have a senior comments section in our yearbook, but our local paper ran the Senior Class section the week before graduation where our senior pic and our future plans were listed. I said that I was going to attend University of Oklahoma and major in Business Administration.  Well, instead I graduated from Kansas State University with a degree in Broadcast Journalist and public relations. So I didn't exactly fulfill my 18 year old goals...but really, what do you know when you're 18? Regardless, I had a successful career and now am doing exactly what I want as a stay at home mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's my rockin' 1988 senior portrait. You're jealous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3YxzdHACwY/Tbg6nkLdRzI/AAAAAAAAB_A/fDSlOwSaie4/s320/1988_sr2_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600290588036253490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 205px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;4. What latest trend simply baffles you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Ok...this one really got me going and there simply isn't enough room for me to do all my "what the heck?" thoughts. Boy did you gals open a can of worms with this. I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE fashion and love to put outfits together and give advice.  Here are just a few thoughts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeggings: these &lt;i&gt;thankfully&lt;/i&gt; are going out of style. Who the heck ever thought that spandex made to look like jeans was a good idea? Stupidest look I've ever seen! Even if wore with a tunic or long top/coat/sweater...looks silly.  Jeggings=2 thumbs down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3iOLiv-KQI/TbhKre7bmqI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Mp2wlmRwzyk/s1600/1286035-p-DETAILED.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-u3iOLiv-KQI/TbhKre7bmqI/AAAAAAAAB_g/Mp2wlmRwzyk/s320/1286035-p-DETAILED.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600308247532378786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maxi dresses: I know I'm going to get some serious grief over this one. But I have seen some super duper fit and skinny women wear these dresses and it makes them look hippy and big. Seriously, ladies, if you've got curves, quit trying to hide them under drapy, flowy fabric that is somewhat clingy at the same time. It just makes you look bigger. These dresses always look weird around the feet. Sorry if you love your maxi...I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88Pb0B4BfNQ/TbhKrTljmII/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Vbwc75EGKv0/s1600/1527552-p-2x.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-88Pb0B4BfNQ/TbhKrTljmII/AAAAAAAAB_Y/Vbwc75EGKv0/s320/1527552-p-2x.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600308244487837826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gladiator shoes: Again, I know I'm going to hear it about this one, but these shoes always seem to make women's feet look enormous! I love me some Kelly Ripa, but she had some of these on the other day and her feet looked huge (and she has itty bitty feet). So, if you want everyone to look at your big ol feet, even if you wear a size 5, go ahead and wear these. They're distracting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L31UAzRqNl0/TbhKrDEqVfI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/F2MLkFddvD4/s1600/1404040-p-DETAILED.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L31UAzRqNl0/TbhKrDEqVfI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/F2MLkFddvD4/s320/1404040-p-DETAILED.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600308240054900210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And meat dresses. They seem inappropriate for all occasions.  Even the VMAs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_muYCMKiBoc/TbhKq9DViWI/AAAAAAAAB_I/x1tof8wNRAw/s1600/lady_gaga_meat-dress.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_muYCMKiBoc/TbhKq9DViWI/AAAAAAAAB_I/x1tof8wNRAw/s320/lady_gaga_meat-dress.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600308238438730082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5.  When you walk into a room how do you present yourself? Do you walk in with confidence and command attention or do you slink in and do your best to go unnoticed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I walk in with confidence but not in an attention getting way. I don't like to be the center of attention and have everyone look at me. But I present myself in a confident, inviting manner. Hopefully people will talk to me. Ha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Go visit the gals and link up today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2816725775939454859?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2816725775939454859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2816725775939454859&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2816725775939454859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2816725775939454859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-want-to-know-random-randomness.html' title='We Want to Know--Random Randomness'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q3YxzdHACwY/Tbg6nkLdRzI/AAAAAAAAB_A/fDSlOwSaie4/s72-c/1988_sr2_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6490708104911934275</id><published>2011-04-26T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T11:34:28.659-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In My Neck of the Woods'/><title type='text'>My Neck of the Woods--The Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm hookin' up with the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; again today to do In My Neck of the Woods. Go visit them to see what's going on in other people's lives. It's interesting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/neck-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, what's in My Neck of the Woods you ask?  Well, today I'm going to share with you one of my favorite things about the area where we live. We, unlike all the other Tulsans in our age bracket, live in midtown. I love the uniqueness and quaintness of midtown and how each home has it's own little unique quirk and charm. I know our days here in midtown are numbered as we've outgrown our home (yes, that's the draw back of midtown--the houses are small--even the houses that) and that we'll be moving sometime soon.  Midtown just has a special feel to it that we love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The city has really invested time and money into the River Trail that runs along Riverside Drive. It's literally a hop, skip and jump down from my house to the trail. And since I'm a runner (not a &lt;i&gt;Runner&lt;/i&gt;, but I run) I use the trail several times a week. The city has repaved the trail and separated the walking/running portion of the trail form the bike portion. Which I LOVE because I remember just a few short years ago when I'd go run and would have to be on high alert for cyclists to come flying by me. Yikes! I love the new lights along the trail (and how each light has a number on it. For me as a runner, I use it as a tool, "go to light #260 today", etc). There's a nice gravel portion to the trail for those runners/walkers who don't like running on asphalt--I hear it's easier on your joints--I still prefer to run on the paved surface.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No matter if you want to go for a long run, a nice brisk walk, a family bike ride or push your kiddo in the stroller the River Trail is a great place to go. Even if you live in other areas of Tulsa, it is worth it to pack up the fam and drive down and enjoy the portion of the trail from 11th Street to 71st Street (I will warn you that from 47th Street to 61st Street is under construction). There are is a play park for the kids at 41st (this one also has a nice splash pad) and 18th and the new Blue Rose is open and right on the trail. If you time it right you can even catch a rugby game or ultimate frisbee game on the rugby field that is located right on the trail. Or if you're into disc golf, there's a disc golf course, too. Really, you need to hope on your bike or lace up your sneakers and take a stroll around the newly fixed up trail.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic was taken yesterday afternoon after the rains moved on...so things are a little wet and mucky looking, but still you get the idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6mHCrLxQl4/TbcDeilzV5I/AAAAAAAAB-w/38J_t6jiklQ/s1600/photo-67.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6mHCrLxQl4/TbcDeilzV5I/AAAAAAAAB-w/38J_t6jiklQ/s320/photo-67.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599948484874819474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All along the trail are bronze statues. Most are of wild life (I'll do a post on them another time), but there's also this guy...I like to tease WM that it's a statue of him. HA! (Trust me, WM does not look like that).  I think it's a nice touch to the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiguS8bazxU/TbcDedEnt6I/AAAAAAAAB-o/3qkCVUGguyM/s1600/photo-66.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QiguS8bazxU/TbcDedEnt6I/AAAAAAAAB-o/3qkCVUGguyM/s320/photo-66.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599948483393468322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that you'll take time this spring to come spend some time on this part of the trail and My Neck of the Woods.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p4d1qm_osBs/TbcO8xJRd2I/AAAAAAAAB-4/GYOV-FH9EmQ/s320/DSC_0049_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599961098805671778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6490708104911934275?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6490708104911934275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6490708104911934275&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6490708104911934275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6490708104911934275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-neck-of-woods-trail.html' title='My Neck of the Woods--The Trail'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y6mHCrLxQl4/TbcDeilzV5I/AAAAAAAAB-w/38J_t6jiklQ/s72-c/photo-67.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1783652098257448640</id><published>2011-04-21T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T17:35:06.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Getting to Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I promised &lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/"&gt;Impulsive Addict&lt;/a&gt; that I'd do her new Wednesday thingy, but yesterday I had a total blonde moment and posted something else before I even remember. So I begged her to forgive me and promised her a couple gallons of th' Cap'n (not of the Crunch variety) if she'd say it's okay for me to post the Wednesday thing on Thursday. (Ok, so I didn't really promise a gallon of Captain, but it was going to be my ace that I was going to pull if she was going to try to get all nasty and tell me "NO--only on Wednesdays!" Betcha she's wishing she'd have held out a little longer. Hee hee!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...so here's my first We Want to Know You Wednesday, sponsored by Impulsive and her buds &lt;a href="http://www.ourdandelionwishes.com/"&gt;Mamarazzi&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://thejohansonjourney.blogspot.com/"&gt;Janette&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Seriously Shawn&lt;/a&gt;.  So even though we're a day late to the party, go on over and check out the others who played along!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What they are wanting to know about this week is Friendship. They give you 5 questions and you answer them. Here's the 'Friendship Five.' But let me tell you...I mixed it up a bit. Instead of me answering the questions. I asked my 7 year old daughter. I wanted to see what was important to 7 year olds when it came to friendship.  Here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://confessionsfromanimplusiveaddict.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g328/OurDandelionWishes/WWTKbutton.jpg" border="0" alt="&amp;lt;span class=" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" /&gt;Photobucket"&amp;gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;1.  Do you make friends easily?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  (remember these are Katie's answers), "no, it's kind of hard, especially when I go somewhere I don't know people. I get kind of shy. But usually people come talk to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;2.  What 3 qualities are a MUST in a friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "They have to be nice and friendly and fun."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;3.  What makes YOU a good friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; "Because a good friend makes good choices and I make good choices. Because I stick together with my friends."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;4.  Have you ever met a bloggy friend in real life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'll go ahead and answer for her here...no, she has not. She does not blog and has no 7 year old bloggy friends. I'll answer for myself, that I've met &lt;a href="www.dawnsdiversions.com"&gt;Dawn&lt;/a&gt; IRL and she's super great, though our time together at the par-tay we were at was cut short due to an accident her daughter had. And I've met &lt;a href="http://crustygasguy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yogi&lt;/a&gt;. He always buys Girl Scout cookies from Katie and he's super funny and has a dry wit IRL. He's also a fellow runner, though I'm pretty sure (100% positive) he would kick my rear in a race. I've met &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;Baloney&lt;/a&gt;, too, but I knew her before I entered the blogosphere, so that's kinda cheating. I would like to meet Impulsive, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;5.  Who is your best friend? Tell us about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (back to Katie talk here). "I have a couple, but my very best friend is Maddie. We always play together on the playground and we make cards for each other. We like to play Barbie's and she showed me her special rocks. We take tap together."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Katie with her BFF.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q_mXeN1NYw/TbDGBMTfwZI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-2p-N5Qm9i0/s1600/DSCN0752_2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q_mXeN1NYw/TbDGBMTfwZI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-2p-N5Qm9i0/s320/DSCN0752_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598192060606693778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aren't they just full of 7 year old cuteness! Gosh--I can hardly stand how precious and innocent they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1783652098257448640?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1783652098257448640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1783652098257448640&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1783652098257448640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1783652098257448640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting to Know You'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Q_mXeN1NYw/TbDGBMTfwZI/AAAAAAAAB-Y/-2p-N5Qm9i0/s72-c/DSCN0752_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7801373370612859504</id><published>2011-04-20T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:59:47.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Need Parents, Not BFF's</title><content type='html'>If you've been on Facebook in the past few days you've seen this. I hope you read the article, if not, I'm posting it here. It's one of the best things I've read in a long time. I hope you'll read this all the way through. I'm sure that the people who &lt;i&gt;need&lt;/i&gt; to read this aren't reading blogs, they are probably out at Abercrombie buying their 8 year olds push up bras. Geesh.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kids need their parents to be &lt;i&gt;parents&lt;/i&gt;...not their BFF's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Utkal, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal bold 30px/33px arial; width: 600px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Parents, don't dress your girls like tramps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_stryathrtmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 14px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;div class="cnnByline" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 12px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;By &lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;LZ Granderson&lt;/b&gt;, CNN Contributor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;April 19, 2011 8:52 a.m. EDT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Editor's note:&lt;/b&gt; LZ Granderson writes a weekly column for CNN.com. A senior writer and columnist for ESPN The Magazine and ESPN.com, he has contributed to ESPN's "Sports Center," "Outside the Lines" and "First Take." He is a 2011 and 2010 nominee and the 2009 winner of the Gay and Lesbian Alliance Against Defamation award for online journalism and a 2010 and 2008 honoree of the National Lesbian and Gay Journalists Association for column writing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: italic; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; "&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;b style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Grand Rapids, Michigan (CNN)&lt;/b&gt; -- I saw someone at the airport the other day who really caught my eye. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Her beautiful, long blond hair was braided back a la Bo Derek in the movie "10" (or for the younger set, Christina Aguilera during her "Xtina" phase). Her lips were pink and shiny from the gloss, and her earrings dangled playfully from her lobes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;You can tell she had been vacationing somewhere warm, because you could see her deep tan around her midriff thanks to the halter top and the tight sweatpants that rested just a little low on her waist. The icing on the cake? The word "Juicy" was written on her backside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Yeah, that 8-year-old girl was something to see all right. ... I hope her parents are proud. Their daughter was the sexiest girl in the terminal, and she's not even in middle school yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Abercrombie &amp;amp; Fitch came under fire this spring for introducing the "Ashley," a push-up bra for girls who normally are too young to have anything to push up. Originally it was marketed for girls as young as 7, but after public outcry, it raised its intended audience to the wise old age of 12. I wonder how do people initiate a conversation in the office about the undeveloped chest of elementary school girls without someone nearby thinking they're pedophiles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;What kind of PowerPoint presentation was shown to the Abercrombie executives that persuaded them to green light such a product?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;That there was a demand to make little girls hot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;I guess I've been out-of-the-loop and didn't realize there's been an ongoing stampede of 10-year-old girls driving to the mall with their tiny fists full of cash demanding sexier apparel.We've been here with Abercrombie before -- if you recall, about 10 years ago they sold thongs for 10-year-olds -- but they're hardly alone in pitching inappropriate clothing to young girls. Four years ago the popular "Bratz" franchise introduced padded bras called "bralettes" for girls as young as six. That was also around the time the good folks at Wal-Mart rolled out a pair of pink panties in its junior department with the phrase "Who Needs Credit Cards" printed on the front.I mean, that is the purpose of a push-up bra, right? To enhance sex appeal by lifting up, pushing together and basically showcasing the wearer's breasts. Now, thanks to AF Kids, girls don't have to wait until high school to feel self-conscious about their, uhm, girls. They can start almost as soon as they're potty trained. Maybe this fall the retailer should consider keeping a plastic surgeon on site for free consultations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;What's that you say? Ten-year-olds can't drive? They don't have money, either? Well, how else are they getting ahold of these push-up bras and whore-friendly panties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Their parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Noooo, couldn't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;What adult who wants a daughter to grow up with high self-esteem would even consider purchasing such items? What parent is looking at their sweet, little girl thinking, "She would be perfect if she just had a little bit more up top."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;And then I remember the little girl at the airport. And the girls we've all seen at the mall. And the kiddie beauty pageants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;And then I realize as creepy as it is to think a store like Abercrombie is offering something like the "Ashley", the fact remains that sex only sells because people are buying it. No successful retailer would consider introducing an item like a padded bikini top for kindergartners if they didn't think people would buy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;If they didn't think parents would buy it, which raises the question: What in the hell is wrong with us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;It's easy to blast companies for introducing the sexy wear, but our ire really should be directed at the parents who think low rise jeans for a second grader is cute. They are the ones who are spending the money to fuel this budding trend. They are the ones who are suppose to decide what's appropriate for their young children to wear, not executives looking to brew up controversy or turn a profit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;I get it, Rihanna's really popular. But that's a pretty weak reason for someone to dress their little girl like her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;I don't care how popular Lil' Wayne is, my son knows I would break both of his legs long before I would allow him to walk out of the house with his pants falling off his butt. Such a stance doesn't always makes me popular -- and the house does get tense from time to time -- but I'm his father, not his friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Friends bow to peer pressure. Parents say, "No, and that's the end of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;The way I see it, my son can go to therapy later if my strict rules have scarred him. But I have peace knowing he'll be able to afford therapy as an adult because I didn't allow him to wear or do whatever he wanted as a kid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Maybe I'm a Tiger Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Maybe I should mind my own business.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;Or maybe I'm just a concerned parent worried about little girls like the one I saw at the airport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;In 2007, the American Psychological Association's &lt;a href="http://www.apa.org/pi/women/programs/girls/report.aspx" target="new" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 14px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 66, 118); outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; "&gt;Task Force on the Sexualization of Girls&lt;/a&gt; issued a report linking early sexualization with three of the most common mental-health problems of girls and women: eating disorders, low self-esteem and depression. There's nothing inherently wrong with parents wanting to appease their daughters by buying them the latest fashions. But is getting cool points today worth the harm dressing little girls like prostitutes could cause tomorrow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;A line needs to be drawn, but not by Abercrombie. Not by Britney Spears. And not by these little girls who don't know better and desperately need their parents to be parents and not 40-year-old BFFs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_strytmstmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 11px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal normal 11px/14px arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 19px;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;i style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;The opinions expressed in this commentary are solely those of LZ Granderson.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7801373370612859504?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7801373370612859504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7801373370612859504&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7801373370612859504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7801373370612859504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/kids-need-parents-not-bffs.html' title='Kids Need Parents, Not BFF&apos;s'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1776516942379684984</id><published>2011-04-18T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T07:41:58.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm A Little Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I have a question for you all. I know that you all use Facebook...you're lying if you say don't. Or you're living with your head in the sand. Well, you know those little ads on the side? I know how they work so that ads that are applicable to your life/interested are on your Facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I want you to look at this screen shot that I took of my Facebook page. It's a little small, so you'll need to enlarge it or just look real close. There's and ad that says "You want to go to France?" Yes, please. I do. That makes sense for me.  There's one Nordstrom dresses. That one totally makes sense. Even the ad for Tulsa Fun makes sense--I like to have fun in Tulsa. But take a look at that creepy one of that girl that is in serious need of an exorcism. Where did THAT come from? The ad says "Help addicts find God." I'm all for spreading God's word and helping others, but, my-oh-my...that girl. She's just...just...just...scary! I don't think I would be able to help her find anything. So I'm wondering why Facebook thinks that ad appeals to me. Maybe because I'm a Christian. But still, Facebook, I scare easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvv42IDr7wk/TaxLaUHBYPI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/AkYFnB94cbM/s1600/Picture%2B1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvv42IDr7wk/TaxLaUHBYPI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/AkYFnB94cbM/s320/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931352361525490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So my question for you...go to Facebook. Is that ad on your page? This isn't a one time deal, either. It keeps coming up over and over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1776516942379684984?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1776516942379684984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1776516942379684984&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1776516942379684984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1776516942379684984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/im-little-scared.html' title='I&apos;m A Little Scared'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vvv42IDr7wk/TaxLaUHBYPI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/AkYFnB94cbM/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1329867761556437106</id><published>2011-04-13T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T07:45:41.160-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Toby'/><title type='text'>Do Not Disturb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember last week when I told you that we got two new kitties a couple months ago? And how I told you our black kitty, Percy is a lazy bones and thinks he's a dog (except from 9-11 p.m. when his nocturnal side comes out and he goes whacky and rips around the house). Well, I guess he's taught his brother a few things about being lazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Toby. Also known as Lazy Bones #2. I need to hang a Do Not Disturb sign around his neck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f29YAjnja-Q/TaW0bI-s1bI/AAAAAAAAB-I/52C4Mv87O4Y/s1600/photo-61.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 282px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f29YAjnja-Q/TaW0bI-s1bI/AAAAAAAAB-I/52C4Mv87O4Y/s320/photo-61.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595076490437645746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seriously, these cats are 5 months old--aren't they supposed to be frisky, frollicy kittens? What are they going to be like when they are big, fat adult cats? They are going to be big, fat, lazy spoiled cats is what they are going to be.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish I could lay in the sun and sleep all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Punk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1329867761556437106?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1329867761556437106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1329867761556437106&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1329867761556437106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1329867761556437106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/do-not-disturb.html' title='Do Not Disturb'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f29YAjnja-Q/TaW0bI-s1bI/AAAAAAAAB-I/52C4Mv87O4Y/s72-c/photo-61.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6768348376251421586</id><published>2011-04-12T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:50:29.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>My Neck 'o the Woods</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm hookin' up with the gals over at the &lt;a href="www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK.&lt;/a&gt; They have a new thing called Your Neck of the Woods (or something like that), where you're supposed to just give a little glimpse into what's going on in your 'neck of the woods', a.k.a. life. They do this on Tuesdays, and since today is Tuesday I decided to give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvlH2XLthTE/TaSPo9Ig2pI/AAAAAAAAB-A/6n5Kq42SaV4/s320/photo-65.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594754570868808338" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my Katie. She's 7 years old. She has always been a girly, girly, girly girl. Princesses rule her world (and still do), and she's counting down the days until the Royal Wedding (hmmm, wonder where she got the obsession with the RW **looks away innocently**). Anyway, lately she's turned into a total GOOFBALL!!!! She makes these crazy faces all the time and says the silliest things. I can hardly get a straight answer out of her anymore--everything she turns into a joke! This new emerging personality trait is what's been going on in my world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doesn't she &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that's not how she's going to capture a prince to marry?? Manners...etiquette, my dear. (She does have a perfect curtsy, though).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's going on in Your Neck of the Woods?  Go over to the RHOK and let them know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6768348376251421586?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6768348376251421586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6768348376251421586&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6768348376251421586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6768348376251421586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-neck-o-woods.html' title='My Neck &apos;o the Woods'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yvlH2XLthTE/TaSPo9Ig2pI/AAAAAAAAB-A/6n5Kq42SaV4/s72-c/photo-65.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7636633946778057535</id><published>2011-04-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T18:35:05.150-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josie'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--Romans 15:33</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I haven't done a Perfect Pairing in awhile, so that's what you get today. Go see &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;Baloney&lt;/a&gt; for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this picture of little Josie, she has such a peaceful look on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBC4b3jIYGI/TaJaG3L515I/AAAAAAAAB94/KygarzDcvUg/s320/photo-64.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594132761087170450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The God of peace be with you all. Amen&lt;/i&gt;. -- Romans 15:33&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7636633946778057535?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7636633946778057535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7636633946778057535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7636633946778057535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7636633946778057535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/perfect-pairings-romans-1533.html' title='Perfect Pairings--Romans 15:33'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lBC4b3jIYGI/TaJaG3L515I/AAAAAAAAB94/KygarzDcvUg/s72-c/photo-64.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-218484720803057766</id><published>2011-04-08T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T14:49:19.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop! Smell the Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spring has sprung! Whooooopie!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's getting to be that busy time of year, baseball games, fundraisers, end-of-the-school-year activities galore. Not to mention bike rides, picnics, family barbecues, mowing, yard work, Easter egg hunts and much, much more. It seems like every one's life is buzzing with business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you go through your busy life this weekend and the next few weeks, don't forget to slow down long enough to witness the small miracles of spring and to stop and smell the flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31FElRYTvf0/TZ-B67tBAYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7CPuTVgikWE/s1600/CameraBag_Photo_1000.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31FElRYTvf0/TZ-B67tBAYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7CPuTVgikWE/s320/CameraBag_Photo_1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593332111676342658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hope everyone has a wonderful weekend!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-218484720803057766?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/218484720803057766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=218484720803057766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/218484720803057766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/218484720803057766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/stop-smell-flowers.html' title='Stop! Smell the Flowers'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-31FElRYTvf0/TZ-B67tBAYI/AAAAAAAAB9w/7CPuTVgikWE/s72-c/CameraBag_Photo_1000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4333948729169973561</id><published>2011-04-07T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T11:21:08.189-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Only in Oklahoma--1-2-3-4-6-5-7-8-9-0</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I snapped this pick at the Sonic near our home.  Here in Oklahoma we haven't learned to count.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--o3ZCwG7QSA/TZ3_xgEQV8I/AAAAAAAAB9o/vDn9B0mxpR8/s1600/photo-63.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--o3ZCwG7QSA/TZ3_xgEQV8I/AAAAAAAAB9o/vDn9B0mxpR8/s320/photo-63.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592907538150479810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10. Come on Okies, we can do it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Repeat after me "1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**sigh**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4333948729169973561?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4333948729169973561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4333948729169973561&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4333948729169973561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4333948729169973561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/only-in-oklahoma-1-2-3-4-6-5-7-8-9-0.html' title='Only in Oklahoma--1-2-3-4-6-5-7-8-9-0'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--o3ZCwG7QSA/TZ3_xgEQV8I/AAAAAAAAB9o/vDn9B0mxpR8/s72-c/photo-63.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3653491798946065506</id><published>2011-04-06T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:51:07.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Yoga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My hubs sent me an email the other day with the below images comparing yoga poses to drunken poses. Maybe you've seen these, if not here's your laugh for the day (hopefully you've laughed a couple times today).  Maybe I'll quit doing yoga and just start getting drunk more often.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Balasana pose&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FTe-Fs7SkE/TZzPmIgGmkI/AAAAAAAAB9g/5xAeIX2840s/s1600/ATT00002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FTe-Fs7SkE/TZzPmIgGmkI/AAAAAAAAB9g/5xAeIX2840s/s320/ATT00002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592573091311426114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Setu Bandha Sarvangasana pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4oPqxDabTg/TZzPdJa3PyI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/MYahDPdtbIQ/s1600/ATT00003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E4oPqxDabTg/TZzPdJa3PyI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/MYahDPdtbIQ/s320/ATT00003.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592572936939061026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Marjayasana pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn9WUpkRFmE/TZzPcx6lUeI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tUHd9s6Sp7k/s1600/ATT00004.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Cn9WUpkRFmE/TZzPcx6lUeI/AAAAAAAAB9Q/tUHd9s6Sp7k/s320/ATT00004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592572930629652962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Halasana pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTlSkk5InSs/TZzPccI1l5I/AAAAAAAAB9I/Q9OMM9LKsfk/s1600/ATT00005.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RTlSkk5InSs/TZzPccI1l5I/AAAAAAAAB9I/Q9OMM9LKsfk/s320/ATT00005.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592572924783859602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dolphin pose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwdqrtYExcs/TZzPcRd2LqI/AAAAAAAAB9A/4VIQC4GoeQo/s1600/ATT00006.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pwdqrtYExcs/TZzPcRd2LqI/AAAAAAAAB9A/4VIQC4GoeQo/s320/ATT00006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592572921919188642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Savasana pose (not to be confused with the "completely passed out pose")&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4wIjwFQuRY/TZzPcNxiHLI/AAAAAAAAB84/J1-6GEorUwQ/s1600/ATT00001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 148px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n4wIjwFQuRY/TZzPcNxiHLI/AAAAAAAAB84/J1-6GEorUwQ/s320/ATT00001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592572920928017586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Namaste or drink up---whichever works for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3653491798946065506?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3653491798946065506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3653491798946065506&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3653491798946065506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3653491798946065506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/drunken-yoga.html' title='Drunken Yoga'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--FTe-Fs7SkE/TZzPmIgGmkI/AAAAAAAAB9g/5xAeIX2840s/s72-c/ATT00002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-5490419260308309560</id><published>2011-04-04T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:09:14.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kitties'/><title type='text'>Percy, If You Please</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Been awhile, huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I haven't really told you all about the newest members of our family. About 3 months ago we adopted two, TWO, tiny baby Manx kittens. Google Manx to find out more about this unique breed of cat, they are quite interesting and they certainly aren't your typical cat. Where it says they act more like dogs than cats, yeah, that's true.  I'll show you more pictures later and tell you a little more about them, but today I'm going to introduce you to lazy bones, a.k.a. Percy. He's crazy. He thinks he can take on our dogs (he can't, but he thinks he can). He's a lap kitty and when he decides to take a nap he makes himself comfortable &lt;i&gt;where ever HE pleases!&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is a normal sleep position for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx2s2zkM1n0/TZoVS-p0wMI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YVKhJY2hOWI/s1600/photo-59.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx2s2zkM1n0/TZoVS-p0wMI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YVKhJY2hOWI/s320/photo-59.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591805303134142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Raise your hand if you're spoiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uHKH4z-_T8/TZoVStnVGnI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nikBvj6mqvI/s1600/photo-58.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7uHKH4z-_T8/TZoVStnVGnI/AAAAAAAAB8o/nikBvj6mqvI/s320/photo-58.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591805298560277106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That darn cat!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-5490419260308309560?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/5490419260308309560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=5490419260308309560&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5490419260308309560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5490419260308309560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/04/percy-if-you-please.html' title='Percy, If You Please'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Rx2s2zkM1n0/TZoVS-p0wMI/AAAAAAAAB8w/YVKhJY2hOWI/s72-c/photo-59.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-191286451229760039</id><published>2011-03-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:05:33.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You My Rich &amp; Creamy Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My dear friend...I miss you so...I just wanted to let you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBOxYhC4jCs/TYuHCQVshaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ipfoE6wEBxs/s1600/starbucks-cup-247x300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBOxYhC4jCs/TYuHCQVshaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ipfoE6wEBxs/s320/starbucks-cup-247x300.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587708235498685858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't mean for that to be a poem, I'm just really missing my friend Venti Decaf Mocha today. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. I gave up Starbucks for Lent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-191286451229760039?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/191286451229760039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=191286451229760039&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/191286451229760039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/191286451229760039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-miss-you-my-rich-creamy-friend.html' title='I Miss You My Rich &amp; Creamy Friend'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iBOxYhC4jCs/TYuHCQVshaI/AAAAAAAAB8g/ipfoE6wEBxs/s72-c/starbucks-cup-247x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1170127060592174288</id><published>2011-03-23T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T08:25:24.515-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Patrick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids Activities'/><title type='text'>Batter Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Last night my Patrick had his first ever t-ball game. This was a huge moment for us--he's been waiting and waiting for this day. He was so excited and let me just tell you 4 &amp;amp; 5 year old t-ball has got to the be the cutest and funniest thing EVER! You'll have to put up with me over the next 2 1/2 months as I document this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Patrick in the official St. Mary's Cubs uniform.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0My5jZZcrgk/TYoPO-xf1NI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/8p_V7wBrZVA/s1600/DSC_0127_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0My5jZZcrgk/TYoPO-xf1NI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/8p_V7wBrZVA/s320/DSC_0127_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587295037749712082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;That for sure is a home run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWf0VF3eR0g/TYoPOl2VzUI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yLPhsSTdU1w/s1600/DSC_0140_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dWf0VF3eR0g/TYoPOl2VzUI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/yLPhsSTdU1w/s320/DSC_0140_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587295031059139906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Playing first base (that's WM--the first base coach. The coaches are on the field with the team who is fielding, too).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFQ1O8H4rGU/TYoPOCQzFBI/AAAAAAAAB8I/nAVcLBKhuLI/s1600/DSC_0145_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JFQ1O8H4rGU/TYoPOCQzFBI/AAAAAAAAB8I/nAVcLBKhuLI/s320/DSC_0145_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587295021506434066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1170127060592174288?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1170127060592174288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1170127060592174288&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1170127060592174288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1170127060592174288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/03/batter-up.html' title='Batter Up!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0My5jZZcrgk/TYoPO-xf1NI/AAAAAAAAB8Y/8p_V7wBrZVA/s72-c/DSC_0127_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4000513621583129797</id><published>2011-03-21T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T08:26:57.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is This What's Important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Spring Break if officially over...I dropped off Katie at school this morning and we were instantly back into our routine. I loved spring break, we had a great week! But as you can see I didn't even look at this ol blog during spring break. But, now that we back into the swing of things, I'm going to try my best to get back to regular blogging. So here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not to be a Debbie Downer on a Monday morning, but I gotta get this one off my chest. Recently these two magazines arrived in our mailbox. I don't normally read either of these (I prefer to read my &lt;i&gt;InStyle&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;Runners World&lt;/i&gt; magazines), but look at the front covers of these magazines, I couldn't help but read the article coinciding with the covers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7wuY4EvwFM/TYdrKYpR8lI/AAAAAAAAB74/gnzPp0yQ8fU/s1600/DSCN0854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7wuY4EvwFM/TYdrKYpR8lI/AAAAAAAAB74/gnzPp0yQ8fU/s320/DSCN0854.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586551688934847058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRcG2T-E94E/TYdrJ2OWU4I/AAAAAAAAB7w/W-r-toJXst4/s1600/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cRcG2T-E94E/TYdrJ2OWU4I/AAAAAAAAB7w/W-r-toJXst4/s320/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586551679695082370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Good grief--where are our priorities and morals, people? I know the world isn't all sunshine and butterflies, but really...there's an "adultery marketplace?" And what about those athletes who we all think are so great, who have criminal backgrounds. If they weren't athletes I bet you'd just think they were punk kids who are trouble. But if they are an athlete, oh by all means, give them a second chance. Maybe it's those non-athletes that need the second chance.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, well, well....I'll jump off my soap box since I could go on and on. But what do you think of these things? What are you doing to teach your kids to be honest and moral citizens of our world when they are bombarded with this kind of thing day after day? I'd like to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4000513621583129797?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4000513621583129797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4000513621583129797&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4000513621583129797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4000513621583129797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/03/is-this-whats-important.html' title='Is This What&apos;s Important'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v7wuY4EvwFM/TYdrKYpR8lI/AAAAAAAAB74/gnzPp0yQ8fU/s72-c/DSCN0854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7931869133884025856</id><published>2011-03-10T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:31:57.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get the Sillies Out!</title><content type='html'>If you're a parent I hope you'll find this funny. As a now-parent and former-journalist I find it hilarious. But what I find funny, a lot of people don't.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here ya go...enjoy Katie Couric gettin' her sillies out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="328" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_ea1eba8b33"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=ea1eba8b33"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed width="512" height="328" flashvars="key=ea1eba8b33" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_ea1eba8b33" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/ea1eba8b33/katie-couric-investigates-the-sillies" title="from Katie Couric, Jake, Seth , LOOSEWORLD, and FOD Team"&gt;Katie Couric Investigates the Sillies&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/katie_couric"&gt;Katie Couric&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7931869133884025856?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7931869133884025856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7931869133884025856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7931869133884025856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7931869133884025856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/03/get-sillies-out.html' title='Get the Sillies Out!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-9013979640939059212</id><published>2011-02-28T10:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T10:32:06.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book Reviews'/><title type='text'>Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've read quite a few books lately and haven't written any reviews or mentioned them here, so in the coming days/weeks you'll have to put up with hearing about what I've been reading. Sorry if you don't like books reviews, you can just by pass those days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we'll start with the book &lt;i&gt;Room&lt;/i&gt; by Emma Donoghue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 181px; height: 280px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ck9JEAosFM/TWvo-UN54LI/AAAAAAAAB7g/mBv8qeRaHjA/s320/75696045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578808720705052850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with all of my reviews, I'm going to be a little vague (nothing more revealed than what is on the book jacket). That way if you choose to read the book I won't give it all away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Room is written from the viewpoint of a 5 year old boy, Jack, who has never been outside an 11' x 11' room, he's locked in there with his mother, who gave birth to him in that room. At first it takes a little bit to get the cadence of the way the book is written. It would be like going and talking to a 5 year old that you don't know. It takes a little bit, but after awhile you understand his manner of speech.  The book is full of  great desperation and great hope. While we think the outcome is wonderful and inspiring, Jack is still sad and longs for all he knows as home. While the situation is tragic and horrible to us, to Jack it's the only life he's ever know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The book is full of the conflict of human emotion. What would you do? How would you feel? How do you help your child recover and cope when the very thing that he is longing for is the one thing you despise?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kind of had wished that the book had a different ending. There wasn't much resolve and if there was it was left up to the reader. I wouldn't say I enjoyed the book. I found it very depressing and that of many of the life situations presented there was no good answer. I will say that it was thought provoking, but I still found the underlying depressive mood of the book to be a bit overwhelming. There was just so much going on that it seemed like the book needed to be a little longer to address some of the issues. The author did a great job of attaching the reader to the characters, that's why I felt there needed to be more. More answers, more resolve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a scale of 1 to 5 stars. I'd give it about a 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-9013979640939059212?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/9013979640939059212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=9013979640939059212&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/9013979640939059212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/9013979640939059212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/room.html' title='Room'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ck9JEAosFM/TWvo-UN54LI/AAAAAAAAB7g/mBv8qeRaHjA/s72-c/75696045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-5838677999297800184</id><published>2011-02-25T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T09:58:43.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Cryin' Now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKsMCikPCAY/TWfs1iAdCYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/abV7DEYwylA/s1600/photo-52.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKsMCikPCAY/TWfs1iAdCYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/abV7DEYwylA/s320/photo-52.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577687067927579010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Plus this...(that's my car with it's 30 gallon tank).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uerVDCYp0E8/TWfs1bD1NXI/AAAAAAAAB7I/WKwA8e6Q4Gs/s1600/photo-53.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uerVDCYp0E8/TWfs1bD1NXI/AAAAAAAAB7I/WKwA8e6Q4Gs/s320/photo-53.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577687066062697842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Makes me feel like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3jVlfPgO0g/TWfs1NJV4gI/AAAAAAAAB7A/uocT6BhA1X0/s1600/crying.baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-U3jVlfPgO0g/TWfs1NJV4gI/AAAAAAAAB7A/uocT6BhA1X0/s320/crying.baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577687062327714306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You do the math.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's Friday...yay! Happy Weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-5838677999297800184?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/5838677999297800184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=5838677999297800184&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5838677999297800184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5838677999297800184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/whos-cryin-now.html' title='Who&apos;s Cryin&apos; Now?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RKsMCikPCAY/TWfs1iAdCYI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/abV7DEYwylA/s72-c/photo-52.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7270245492220824178</id><published>2011-02-21T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T11:20:31.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive and Kickin'</title><content type='html'>I'm alive and well...nothing's wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wireless router, however, is not alive and well. It is sick and puny and is getting ready to go to the Great Router Place in the the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friends is why I have not been posting anything lately. My Macbook, iPad, etc. has very spotty connection and blogging just isn't possible. Unless I get on this Ethernet connected PC that I can hardly remember how to use (why is the red "x" on the right side...it's supposed to be on the left)! But none of my photos or anything else is on this computer. So you get nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...hopefully on Wednesday afternoon we'll be back in business.  That's when the tech is coming out to replace it and see what's going on (after 2 failed attempts to do it via chat--which I much appreciated).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...happy Monday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully locked and loaded with some good posts. But, who knows, now that I'm out of the "blogging vice" I'm kind of liking my new found freedom.  We'll see what transpires.  Just check back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh--and do you want any Girl Scout cookies? I have 'em!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7270245492220824178?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7270245492220824178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7270245492220824178&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7270245492220824178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7270245492220824178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/alive-and-kickin.html' title='Alive and Kickin&apos;'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2234718283589974980</id><published>2011-02-09T11:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:44:26.606-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday--Beyond Our Control</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've never done a Wordless Wednesday before...but here you go. This is a screen shot of the delivery info on a pair of pants I ordered for WM. Wonder if I'm ever going to get them or if it's "beyond UPS's control." Bless their brown hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TVLuSfHNZcI/AAAAAAAAB64/0iaMbqxHmqw/s320/Picture%2B1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571777690367518146" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2234718283589974980?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2234718283589974980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2234718283589974980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2234718283589974980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2234718283589974980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/wordless-wednesday-beyond-our-control.html' title='Wordless Wednesday--Beyond Our Control'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TVLuSfHNZcI/AAAAAAAAB64/0iaMbqxHmqw/s72-c/Picture%2B1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3768949597664585590</id><published>2011-02-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T10:11:49.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out on a Lam is closed right now.  We are here....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TVGHUG_d5xI/AAAAAAAAB6g/6olxDbUF280/s320/guam-beaches.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571382993577961234" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ahhh....you Okies have fun with your snow.  I'm going to go catch a few more rays and order another pina colada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wha? Who? Huh? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dang it!!!&lt;/b&gt; Who woke me up from my dream????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3768949597664585590?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3768949597664585590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3768949597664585590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3768949597664585590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3768949597664585590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TVGHUG_d5xI/AAAAAAAAB6g/6olxDbUF280/s72-c/guam-beaches.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7191781169393946908</id><published>2011-02-02T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T17:51:33.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday on a Wednesday.</title><content type='html'>Well, we're on Day #2 of being snowed in here in OOOOOOOOOOO-klahoma (where a blizzard came sweeping down the plains), anywhoo, since I've literally been stuck in my house for the past 2 days (and probably the next several) I've lost my mind a &lt;s&gt;lot&lt;/s&gt; little bit and can't think of anything brilliant to blog about that doesn't concern snow (I'm going to do my snow blogs in July, because I'm crazy like that) I've decided to be two days late on the RHOK McLink-o-rama.  I'm not super crazy about this one because I don't like to talk about myself, but right now my brain is only capable of answering questions, not coming up with something quirky and fun.  So here ya go, this week's McLinky...go over to the RHOK to see more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot diggity dog this is a long list...whew...here we go:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(42, 26, 26); line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  color: rgb(42, 26, 26); line-height: 20px; font-family:Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TEN FACTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Name - Alyssa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Nicknames - mommy, Lys, Lyssie (by my nieces and nephews)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Any birth marks - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Hair color - Blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Natural hair color - Light brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Eye color - Green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Height - 5’10"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Mood - Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Favorite color - Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•One Place You Want to Visit - Australia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TEN THIS OR THAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Love or lust - love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Cats or dogs – both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•A few best friends or many regular friends - a few besties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Television or internet - I really can’t choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Chinese or Indian food - Chinese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Wild night out or romantic night in - Neither. Just hangin' with the fam in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Money or Happiness - Happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Night or day - day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•MSN or phone - Huh? Is that really a question?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TEN HAVE YOU’S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever performed in front of a large crowd - Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever done drugs - Heck NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever consumed alcohol- Heck YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever Been on a dance team - yep--even paid for part of my college&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever been on a sports team - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever been in a drama play/production - yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever owned a BMW, Mercedes Benz, Escalade, Hummer or Bentley? - Yep, my 1st car was a white BMW I shared with my sister. Yeah, we fought over who would drive. She's older--she always won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever been in a rap video? - Umm....no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;TEN LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last phone call you made - My hubs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last person you hung out with - My hubs and 3 kiddos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last person you tackled - My 5 year old son, we play this tackling game before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last person you IM’d - Texted?  My friend the beautiful Jen Wong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last person(s) you went to the movies with - My 7 year old daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last thing you missed - The news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last thing you ate - Wheat thins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;WOULD YOU RATHER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Pierce your nose or tongue? - Ewww, neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Be serious or be funny? - funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Drink whole or skim milk? - skim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Spend time with your parents or enemies? - parents--really, who wants to spend time with their enemies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ARE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Simple or complicated? - simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Flowers or candy? - flowers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Gray or black? - Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Color or Black and white photos? - B&amp;amp;W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Sunrise or sunset? - Sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Staying up late or waking up early? - up late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;DO YOU PREFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Sun or moon? - sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Left or right? - Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Sun or rain? - sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Vanilla or chocolate ice cream? - vanilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Vodka or Jack Daniels? - ick, neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Nervous Habits? fidgeting with my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Are you double jointed? - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Can you twist your tongue around and roll it? - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Can you raise one eyebrow? - no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Can you cross your eyes? - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Do you make your bed daily? - yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;QUESTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Which shoe goes on first? - good grief, I don't think I've ever paid that close attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Ever thrown something at someone? - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•On average, how much money do you carry with you? $10-$20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•What jewelry do you wear? - wedding ring and earrings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Do you twirl your spaghetti or cut it? - twirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Have you ever eaten Spam? - yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Favorite ice cream? - pecan, pralines and cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•How many kinds of cereal are in your cabinet? 6+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•What’s your favorite beverage? water or Starbucks Venti decaf Mocha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Do you cook? yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LASTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last Alcoholic Drink: Wine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last Car ride: To my daughter's dance class--an hour later "Snowmageddon" arrived and no driving since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Last Movie watched: In theater? Tangled On TV? Dare Devil (I don't know, something WM has on).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7191781169393946908?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7191781169393946908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7191781169393946908&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7191781169393946908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7191781169393946908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/mclinky-monday-on-wednesday.html' title='McLinky Monday on a Wednesday.'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-745702251764927429</id><published>2011-02-01T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T15:40:46.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><title type='text'>Happy Snow Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY9D2yltI/AAAAAAAAB58/OmCUchk8nlQ/s1600/DSCN0772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY9D2yltI/AAAAAAAAB58/OmCUchk8nlQ/s320/DSCN0772.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568869114018174674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Snow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY84ei2qI/AAAAAAAAB50/kNcVuRwJuW0/s1600/DSC_1546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY84ei2qI/AAAAAAAAB50/kNcVuRwJuW0/s320/DSC_1546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568869110963690146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY8qAOZWI/AAAAAAAAB5s/KhcgFT4Rihs/s1600/DSC_1535_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY8qAOZWI/AAAAAAAAB5s/KhcgFT4Rihs/s320/DSC_1535_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568869107078423906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;From, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;The Three Little Lams!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY8TcupfI/AAAAAAAAB5k/CahkFIztzq8/s1600/DSC_1513_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY8TcupfI/AAAAAAAAB5k/CahkFIztzq8/s320/DSC_1513_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568869101023962610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More pics coming tomorrow. Mommy wasn't dressed properly and got too cold to be out taking pics.  Enjoy your snow day! Unless you live in CA or FL--in that case, enjoy your sun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-745702251764927429?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/745702251764927429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=745702251764927429&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/745702251764927429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/745702251764927429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-snow-day.html' title='Happy Snow Day!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TUiY9D2yltI/AAAAAAAAB58/OmCUchk8nlQ/s72-c/DSCN0772.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-8919055880133725963</id><published>2011-01-28T17:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T17:46:22.902-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five ? Friday'/><title type='text'>Five Questions for Friday--You Finally Get a New Post</title><content type='html'>Oh geesh, it's been nearly a week since I posted. Dang. Sorry. I need to post but my mind is gone so luckily My Little Life has provided with Five Question Friday. So to ease my mind and for your reading enjoyment, here's today's questions. Go over to My Little Life and see some more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Five Question Friday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" img="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;1.  If you had $1000 to donate to a charity, which would you choose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Hmmm, that's a toughie. I can say that whatever it would be would be a local charity with no national ties (too much overhead and not as much going to the organization...trust me, I've worked for 2 non-profits, I know how these things work). And while I love the arts more 'n my luggage, the arts are the "politically correct" and least offensive place for the high profile local wealthies to give their money (they won't have to hang with homeless or special needs people/children). So the arts are pretty well taken care of.  I would probably give it to Iron Gate, the homeless kitchen in the basement of Trinity Episcopal Church. I've seen it in action, I've walked through the homeless people waiting on the steps of the church many, many Sundays on my way to service. Let me tell you $1000 would make a lot of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. And let me also tell you, there are many, many children who are guests at Iron Gate. A hungry homeless child breaks my heart--it's not their fault.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;2.  Snow days: Do you welcome them happily or are they a pain in the butt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Welcome them! I love any opportunity I have to have all three of my kiddos at home with me! I'm a terrible mom who won't go out in the snow because I'm a wuss when it comes to cold, but I love snow days snuggled up with my kids! And I'm not afraid to drive in snow, either. Sledding and snowman building are left to WM, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;3.  What talent do you wish you had and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I wish I could sew. I love unique and different clothing for myself and my kids and it's hard to find things that don't look like what everyone else has. So I wish I could sew my own creations. I can visualize outfits and styles, I just wish I could create them. I also wish I could knit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;4.  Are you a news, politics or celebrity gossip junkie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Um, yes (well, not politics...can't stand politics)! I have a bachelor's degree in broadcast journalism/mass communications. I spent every day of my college career reading a newspaper or watching news reports (and often creating those reports/news articles). I love the news! I'm one of the few who read the newspaper everyday, and watch the news casts every night (and usually at noon, 5 and 6pm) And I'm not a celebrity gossip &lt;i&gt;junkie&lt;/i&gt; per se, I just like to see how absurdly most of them are acting and what the ones that I like are wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;5.  What is your favorite "cocktail" (are you a beer person, a kiddie cocktail junkie, or perhaps a "cosmo" type? Anything flies...doesn't hafta be alcoholic).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Alcoholic--pina colada. Non alcoholic--Starbucks decaf mocha or water (I'm serious). Thankyouverymuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok--the last song was Fire Woman by The Cult. Seriously, none of you ever heard of that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JennyKate77=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since NTT doesn't seem to be that popular, I'm thinking we'll call it good. We'll say Korinne is the January winner (because Impulsive said she doesn't think it's fair to win two months in a row). So unless you all are REALLY wanting me to continue with NTT (and you gotta let me know if you do) then, I think this'll be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-8919055880133725963?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/8919055880133725963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=8919055880133725963&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8919055880133725963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8919055880133725963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/five-questions-for-friday-you-finally.html' title='Five Questions for Friday--You Finally Get a New Post'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4421714146684768346</id><published>2011-01-22T16:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T16:18:57.328-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Only in Oklahoma #5--Jammies are for the Bedroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I ran to the grocery store the other day because we were out of milk. It was about 8:30 p.m. My kids were in bed, WM was snoozing in the recliner. I wanted to get ready for bed, I was tired, but my kiddos were going to want cereal in the morning...and we needed milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently this gal had the same problem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTtzbP4cCNI/AAAAAAAAB5c/hLJAMv8cJBY/s320/photo-45.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565168676503292114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Except she DID get ready for bed, THEN went to the store. Jammies, robe, slippers and baby (whose face I blurred out because it's not his/her fault that his mother is bat-s@%$ crazy. I would also like to mention that it was beginning to snow and was very cold--what about a coat? And no, your bathrobe is NOT a coat. Geesh). Please, people....quit wearing your jammies out in public. I seriously can't handle it anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only in Oklahoma is this appropriate shopping attire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let me also tell you this...I'm risking my life for your entertainment. One of these days when I'm snapping a photo of the craz-o people I'm going to get caught and they're going to get all grizzly bear nuts. But for you, my readers, I'll risk my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one has gotten the one from yesterday. So here's a hint...(read between the line...or words...here). If you're on Fire, I hope you're not a Woman. Or in a Cult. Now do you know what it is? Leave me a comment and let me know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4421714146684768346?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4421714146684768346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4421714146684768346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4421714146684768346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4421714146684768346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-in-oklahoma-5-jammies-are-for.html' title='Only in Oklahoma #5--Jammies are for the Bedroom'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTtzbP4cCNI/AAAAAAAAB5c/hLJAMv8cJBY/s72-c/photo-45.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3697933726159572233</id><published>2011-01-21T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T07:46:03.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Princesses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josie'/><title type='text'>Who's That Kid?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I snapped this photo of my Josie with my iPhone yesterday. And I just love it. This photo captures her so nicely....crazy hair, thoughful pondering look, blissfully princessy. She has such as serene, precious look on her face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdxE1oo5I/AAAAAAAAB5U/KGPCVq_-xmw/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdxE1oo5I/AAAAAAAAB5U/KGPCVq_-xmw/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564652281030812562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Drat! I've been spotted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdfT95UfI/AAAAAAAAB5E/4xUyPuyX7Ko/s1600/IMG_1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdfT95UfI/AAAAAAAAB5E/4xUyPuyX7Ko/s320/IMG_1809.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564651975854346738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just keep being cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdfKTmE_I/AAAAAAAAB48/AYt6fSICWsQ/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdfKTmE_I/AAAAAAAAB48/AYt6fSICWsQ/s320/IMG_1810.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564651973261005810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh no, we're starting to get twirly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdeyut_sI/AAAAAAAAB40/IGBGTGFruPQ/s1600/IMG_1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdeyut_sI/AAAAAAAAB40/IGBGTGFruPQ/s320/IMG_1806.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564651966932319938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Agh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdel-gz7I/AAAAAAAAB4s/Zdb06HsmZJM/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdel-gz7I/AAAAAAAAB4s/Zdb06HsmZJM/s320/IMG_1812.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564651963508903858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok, there she is, I don't know who that other kid is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdxE1oo5I/AAAAAAAAB5U/KGPCVq_-xmw/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdxE1oo5I/AAAAAAAAB5U/KGPCVq_-xmw/s1600/IMG_1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdxE1oo5I/AAAAAAAAB5U/KGPCVq_-xmw/s320/IMG_1808.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564652281030812562" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I'm so excited that Monday's winner was a newbie! Yay for JennyKate! She got the song, All Shook Up by Elvis (come on, people, it's was ELVIS for cryin' out loud, please tell me you know Elvis songs!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here's the current score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Impulsive=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Korinne=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;JennyKate=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember, a $10 Barnes &amp;amp; Noble gift card goes to this month's winner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Wound up, can't sleep, can't do anything right little honey, oh since I set my eyes on you. I tell you the truth."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3697933726159572233?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3697933726159572233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3697933726159572233&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3697933726159572233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3697933726159572233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/whos-that-kid.html' title='Who&apos;s That Kid?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTmdxE1oo5I/AAAAAAAAB5U/KGPCVq_-xmw/s72-c/IMG_1808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6970413006293883362</id><published>2011-01-17T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:34:06.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--What I Can't Do Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wow and I'm so sorry. It's been a week since I've posted. Eeesh. But I've had my reasons, I'll talk about them tomorrow or later this week. Because today is kind of a crazy day and the kids are out of school (so chaos is ensuing) I'm going to McLink it up with the gals at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt;. It's easy to do because they basically tell me what to blog about, I just do it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today they are wanting to know Five Things I Can't Do Anymore. So here they are. Go visit them to see more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Five Things I Can't Do Anymore:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I turned 40 last year there are quite a few things I can't do, but I narrowed down to five...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStwYjtyFI/AAAAAAAAB4k/1lwRIa0UYLE/s320/V285533.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563262486446983250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;b&gt;Wear a bikini&lt;/b&gt;.  I've been wearing a bikini for several years, but I think this is the year of the end of the bikini. I'll admit that the lower half of my body can pull off a bikini, even my torso kind of can.  It's the real estate up north that has brought my bikini wearing days to a screeching halt.  I saw a photo of myself that was taken recently and I knew "the girls" had gotten droopy, but man-oh-man, I didn't realize it was THAT bad...maybe I was in denial. Doesn't matter, things need to be corrected, but I don't do doctors and mostly I don't do surgery unless required, so how am I possibly going to get this problem resolved? I don't know, maybe a visit to The Bust Stop or that other bra shop in town...what's it called...anyone know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStwGdwaKI/AAAAAAAAB4c/4VzeRadoYqM/s1600/photo-44.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStwGdwaKI/AAAAAAAAB4c/4VzeRadoYqM/s320/photo-44.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563262481590151330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. Get a full night's sleep.&lt;/b&gt; Between a certain 3 year old that find her way into our bed each night and the insomnia I've been dealing with, it's been a long while since I've had a good nights sleep. Now add these two furry punks (pictured above) who think our bed is their personal lounge and wrestling ring (at 3:00 a.m., thankyouverymuch) all hope is lost. I'm learning how to function. Kind of. Just don't ask me anything important. Like my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStv7l7qYI/AAAAAAAAB4U/UfuodYI5Izg/s1600/cheap-wine-glasses-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStv7l7qYI/AAAAAAAAB4U/UfuodYI5Izg/s320/cheap-wine-glasses-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563262478671653250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. Drink alcohol.&lt;/b&gt; Okay, technically I can drink alcohol, but since I've "aged" I can only handle about 1 glass of wine. It's dumb but it's true. It wasn't this way in college and post-college. WM wishes it were still that way. I don't know if it's truly a physical thing (which I think it is) or if it's mental and I feel like I need to be able to function and make decision in case something comes up with the kiddos. Maybe it's a combination of the two.  Either way, I'm a lightweight now...love me or leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStv6B0odI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BdVdiVFsVvU/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStv6B0odI/AAAAAAAAB4M/BdVdiVFsVvU/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563262478251762130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Wear glittery eye shadow.&lt;/b&gt; Ladies, if you're over 40 (really even past about 37ish) glittery eye shadow probably isn't the best look for you.  Maybe I should reword it to say...if you have any wrinkles or your eye area looks "crepe-y" this isn't the look for you.  Shimmer shadow is okay, matte is okay...just not glitter. It really accentuates any wrinkles and flaws you have around your eye area. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStvvFMU_I/AAAAAAAAB4E/YfZ58aNTv_8/s1600/_6281273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStvvFMU_I/AAAAAAAAB4E/YfZ58aNTv_8/s320/_6281273.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563262475313107954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Wear stiletto heels. This one is so sad. I used to wear these kind of shoes nearly everyday, especially when I was working. And dang, do they make your legs look good (on a side note...every lady should have a pair of nude/beige high heels. They elongate and slim your legs and make you look fabulous. Trust me on this one...just go buy some like the above. No, they don't have to be Jimmy Choo's, just somewhat like those pictured above). Anyway...since I quit working to stay home and wear my running shoes most days when I slip on my heels for a special occasion, yowzaa! Ouch! Plus they give me cramps in my feet all night long after I've worn them. I do love, love, love me some high heels (because my 5'10" self needs to be taller). Luckily for some reason wedge heels don't bother me. I don't know why. Either way...I love you stilettos, will you still be my friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is...my five "I Can'ts". What are some of yours? Go to the RHOK and link up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one got the the song from last Monday, but Korinne had the right idea. It is the hymn "How Great Thou Art." So here's the score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"My hands are shaky and my knees are weak, I can't seem to stand on my own two feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6970413006293883362?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6970413006293883362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6970413006293883362&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6970413006293883362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6970413006293883362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/mclinky-monday-what-i-cant-do-anymore.html' title='McLinky Monday--What I Can&apos;t Do Anymore'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TTStwYjtyFI/AAAAAAAAB4k/1lwRIa0UYLE/s72-c/V285533.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7355259277090109523</id><published>2011-01-10T11:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T11:48:49.660-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>PMS?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I find it funny that my 7 year old thinks this is what PMS makes you feel like.  I found this drawing in her room this morning when I was picking up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TStiXKn1dxI/AAAAAAAAB38/TFiyqY5UYCg/s320/DSC_1475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560646315046958866" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure that P.M.S. stands for something else. But let's all pretend that it means you will feel like a princess. I'll let you know in a couple weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, Impulsive rocked it and got yesterday's answer...Tiny Dancer by Elton John. So here's the score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"When through the woods and forest glades I wander, I hear the birds, sing sweetly in the trees."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's that song? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7355259277090109523?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7355259277090109523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7355259277090109523&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7355259277090109523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7355259277090109523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/pms.html' title='PMS?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TStiXKn1dxI/AAAAAAAAB38/TFiyqY5UYCg/s72-c/DSC_1475.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-579372778057534202</id><published>2011-01-09T14:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:37:09.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--Things Unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This photo was taken outside of Thayer, KS a couple weeks ago when I was meeting my mother-in-law to do the switch-a-roo with Katie (Katie spent several days with my in laws in KC during Christmas break).  The fog gradually got thicker and thicker, at it's worst visibility was only about 30-40 yards. I didn't like it one bit.  But I thought the below Bible verse was a perfect pairing and a good reminder of how as we are barrelling down life's highway into the unknown, God has us in his arms and we must be faithful and trust in Him even though He is unseen.  Go see &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;Baloney&lt;/a&gt; for more Perfect Pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSo25k7cprI/AAAAAAAAB30/_Ey6Yd-R7Bo/s320/photo-43.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560317052735760050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So we fix our eyes on not what is seen, but on what is unseen, because what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal&lt;/i&gt;. --2 Corinthians 4:18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to Korinne who got Thursday's NTT! It was Brad Paisley, I can't remember the song off the top of my head--that shows you how much I know my country music.  So here's the score for January:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh--this month's prize is a $10 gift card to Barnes &amp;amp; Noble bookstore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Piano man, he makes his stand in the auditorium. Looking on she sings the songs, the words she knows the tune she hums."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO easy, people...tomorrow when I tell you the answer, I tell you a little story about that song, too.  Leave me a message and tell what that song is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-579372778057534202?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/579372778057534202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=579372778057534202&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/579372778057534202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/579372778057534202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-pairings-things-unseen.html' title='Perfect Pairings--Things Unseen'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSo25k7cprI/AAAAAAAAB30/_Ey6Yd-R7Bo/s72-c/photo-43.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6968349859220901888</id><published>2011-01-06T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T09:23:40.461-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Only in Oklahoma #4--Grapes of Wrath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I snapped this pic while driving down Peoria the other day...in kind of the 'happening' part of Peoria where all the trendy clubs and restaurants are.  How 'bout this fella...and all his mattresses? Really?  REALLY?  What is there, five, six? And is that a dog kennel under all those mattresses? Man...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSX6SNK538I/AAAAAAAAB3s/ZjNca9ScdfY/s320/photo-42.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559124505738731458" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on, don't tell me that when you saw that picture that you didn't think Grapes of Wrath. You know you did. Maybe the driver of that truck is Mr. Joads great grandson. Whatever...only in Oklahoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Okie use' ta mean you was from Oklahoma. Now it means you're a dirty son-of-a-bitch. Okie means you're scum. Don't mean nuthin' itself, it's the way they say it." &lt;/i&gt;--Grapes of Wrath, Chapter 18.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep it classy, Oklahoma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok, I was super excited that we had some guesses and no Googling yesterday (thank you Korinne). The first person to get it right was, again, Impulsive Addict. Yesterday's song was &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Our Lips are Sealed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; by the Go Go's!! (but, Korinne, you made a good effort and guess, I can see why you thought it was the song you said).  Yay, Go Go's!  So here's today's score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else=0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Well you like to drink a cold one on the weekend and get a little loud. You wanna say I'm sorry or I love ya, but you don't know how."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name that tune (I'll 'fess up, to mix things up and use different genres, I had to Google this song, because I don't really listen to this genre).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6968349859220901888?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6968349859220901888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6968349859220901888&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6968349859220901888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6968349859220901888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/only-in-oklahoma-4-grapes-of-wrath.html' title='Only in Oklahoma #4--Grapes of Wrath'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSX6SNK538I/AAAAAAAAB3s/ZjNca9ScdfY/s72-c/photo-42.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-431026661361314497</id><published>2011-01-05T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T14:05:56.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can YOU Hear Them?</title><content type='html'>Obviously I've stumped everyone with yesterday's Name That Tune. Was it too hard, or are you guys just not into 80's alternative music.  The answer was Mexican Radio by Wall of VooDoo. It's a totally awesome song, ya'll! Listen to it!!  So I guess the score is still: Everyone=0.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'll make it a little easier today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Can you hear them? They talk about us, telling lies, well that's no surprise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is it???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-431026661361314497?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/431026661361314497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=431026661361314497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/431026661361314497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/431026661361314497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-you-hear-them.html' title='Can YOU Hear Them?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2085596236891557267</id><published>2011-01-05T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T07:37:45.951-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Tune--Hint #1</title><content type='html'>So apparently we're having a little trouble with yesterday's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;So here's your first hint:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Popular in the 80's and it's by a band called Wall of VooDoo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2085596236891557267?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2085596236891557267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2085596236891557267&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2085596236891557267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2085596236891557267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/name-that-tune-hint-1.html' title='Name That Tune--Hint #1'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-742605593637876590</id><published>2011-01-04T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T13:27:51.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Great Big **Sigh**</title><content type='html'>Well, I've been MIA for a couple days. I missed Perfect Pairings Sunday (which I actually had a good one...maybe next Sunday), I missed McLinky Monday about what I did for NYE (nothing, was in my jammies by 6:30 p.m.), I've just plain missed blogging for the past few days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to get on the ol blog and talk about how tired I am or how sick I've felt or how busy I've been. Come on, ya'll, we're all (most of us who read this) parents, which make us naturally tired and busy. But for the past few days I've just felt tired, not well, dizzy, weak, sickish...in a different sort of way. So I've just been vegging out on the couch. Doing a little laundry, picking up here and there. Taking kids to where ever they need to go. But after a few days of just feeling "off" I finally decided to call the dr. That's HUGE for me. The last time I saw a doctor was somewhere in October 2007 (6 week post partum check up after having Josie). I. don't. do. doctors. Mostly because I don't get sick. I really don't have any fear of going to the doctor or anything, I just don't feel normally what ails me is necessary to go see a doc about. But something in my gut is telling me I need to be checked out. So, tomorrow, off I go to see my PCP. Hopefully it's nothing, but in a way I hope they say "it's __________" here, "take this _____________" you'll feel better. But then again....I don't take medicine/vitamins/supplements either (unless medically necessary), so I'll have to go down that road (maybe) tomorrow. We'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, until then, I'm just going to lay around a little more and pray that everything is okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll do a What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday. Hopefully I'll be feeling up to it.  Plus, I'll be minus one kiddo...Katie goes back to school tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a nice Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congrats to December's winner!!  Impulsive Addict! Yay for you!!! Impulsive, email me (you have my email) your address and I'll send you your Sonic card. I know that I said it was a Starbucks card, but Impulsive doesn't drink coffee or have a 'Bucks in her town...so being the flexible and caring blogger that I am, I'm giving her a Sonic card!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's start fresh for January, here's the score....everyone=0. Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I wish I was in Tijuana, eating barbecued iguana."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me a comment and name that tune!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-742605593637876590?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/742605593637876590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=742605593637876590&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/742605593637876590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/742605593637876590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2011/01/great-big-sigh.html' title='A Great Big **Sigh**'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4955166933189707093</id><published>2010-12-31T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T17:42:19.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Well, here we are in the last few hours of 2010. We've had a great year, so here's a quick review in a few photos and a few words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Happy New Year to all my bloggie and IRL friends!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We continued to watch it snow and snow and snow. And snow....and snow. And snow some more.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6BQmw2OPI/AAAAAAAAB20/osGW9uPLsis/s320/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557021112505088242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Patrick started taking Tae Kwon Do classes (doesn't he look tough).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6BQEQgvrI/AAAAAAAAB2s/LexUtoxTEM4/s320/IMG_0934.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557021103242657458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We spread around our Irish luck.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6Aeu4s-XI/AAAAAAAAB2k/1v5iMinA5KI/s320/DSC_0563_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557020255692061042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We celebrated Easter on a warm, WINDY day.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6AeRSK0aI/AAAAAAAAB2c/hy6Xpoy7EIY/s1600/DSC_0622_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6AeRSK0aI/AAAAAAAAB2c/hy6Xpoy7EIY/s320/DSC_0622_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557020247745810850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I turned &lt;/i&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;i&gt;21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;i&gt; 40.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6AeKLdrXI/AAAAAAAAB2U/h2G0raRBoew/s1600/DSC_0654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6AeKLdrXI/AAAAAAAAB2U/h2G0raRBoew/s320/DSC_0654.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557020245838638450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;WM and I went to Pebble Beach, Monterey, CA to the US Open. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6Ad7IVBAI/AAAAAAAAB2M/s9vqQurnyHI/s1600/DSCN0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6Ad7IVBAI/AAAAAAAAB2M/s9vqQurnyHI/s320/DSCN0229.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557020241798956034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We started started 'Family Golf Sundays'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6AdmkHRdI/AAAAAAAAB2E/SHw5G1KJihQ/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6AdmkHRdI/AAAAAAAAB2E/SHw5G1KJihQ/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557020236278351314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Had the best family vacation EVER in Cape San Blas, FL.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56MEzTS9I/AAAAAAAAB18/cDjqnuNdFFc/s1600/DSC_0861_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56MEzTS9I/AAAAAAAAB18/cDjqnuNdFFc/s320/DSC_0861_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557013338087705554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Josie started Baby Ballet (and my heart melted a little more).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56L_kyXEI/AAAAAAAAB10/G0nKZbp-UBo/s1600/DSC_1268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56L_kyXEI/AAAAAAAAB10/G0nKZbp-UBo/s320/DSC_1268.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557013336684649538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We obtained 95% of the candy sold in Tulsa during Halloween week festivities.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56LhJpdiI/AAAAAAAAB1s/KkTgo2RFXIY/s1600/IMG_1522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56LhJpdiI/AAAAAAAAB1s/KkTgo2RFXIY/s320/IMG_1522.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557013328517756450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Katie stepped out of her comfort zone and decided to try basketball.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56LUZJl5I/AAAAAAAAB1k/Y415JQTEz8Y/s1600/IMG_1550_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56LUZJl5I/AAAAAAAAB1k/Y415JQTEz8Y/s320/IMG_1550_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557013325093115794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;We wished everyone a Merry Christmas and had a wonderful Christmas ourselves.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56LCTp-8I/AAAAAAAAB1c/d8MWiryYZ-c/s1600/1.jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR56LCTp-8I/AAAAAAAAB1c/d8MWiryYZ-c/s320/1.jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557013320238234562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy New Year to all! Hope your 2011 is blessed and everything you hope for comes true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;today...someone already has it wrapped up.  I'll announce winner tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4955166933189707093?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4955166933189707093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4955166933189707093&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4955166933189707093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4955166933189707093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year-all.html' title='Happy New Year All'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TR6BQmw2OPI/AAAAAAAAB20/osGW9uPLsis/s72-c/DSC_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1406149843177999313</id><published>2010-12-29T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:25:26.117-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--Christmas Trees?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It seems that everyone is or has taken down their Christmas tree (except us, not for awhile over here, thankyouverymuch). So for today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, I ask you this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRu1DVbaoyI/AAAAAAAAB1U/WWlHo394SPk/s320/6183dLkbPYL._SL500_AA300_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556233634188010274" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Decorate the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Undecorate the tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whaddya think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=4 (I think she may have this wrapped up unless one of you can make a strong come back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baloney=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today's lyric (this is for you Yogi--surely you can get this!):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Say your prayers little one, don't forget my son, to include everyone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me a comment and tell me what it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1406149843177999313?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1406149843177999313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1406149843177999313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1406149843177999313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1406149843177999313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-rather-do-wednesday_29.html' title='What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--Christmas Trees?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRu1DVbaoyI/AAAAAAAAB1U/WWlHo394SPk/s72-c/6183dLkbPYL._SL500_AA300_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1577716258136560160</id><published>2010-12-28T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T13:00:45.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas--Wrap it Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Here's a quick look at our Christmas this year.  Few words...few photos.  I can say this...we had a very stress-free Christmas and the weeks leading up to it. I think it had a lot to do with us getting our shopping done super early (usually we're last minuters). We had a wonderful, wonderful Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the best I could get of the kids on Christmas Eve after church. I mean, what do you expect...they just sat through a nearly 1 1/2 Mass, they weren't really keen on standing still to get their photos taken.  Speaking of church...here's my one beef for this year...I sent WM over to the church 45 minutes before Mass started.  When he got there, it was standing room only. Seriously people? Where are you the other 51 weeks of the year?  But...off my soapbox I come. Christmas Eve Mass was wonderful (we did score a seat...thanks to some friends who saw WM and squished their family together so we could sit...all 5 of us).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLJePhQHI/AAAAAAAAB1E/fJnlvUmlYs8/s1600/DSC_1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLJePhQHI/AAAAAAAAB1E/fJnlvUmlYs8/s320/DSC_1455.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555835716423991410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;My sister gave these to Josie...they are wack-o to look at but they are stinkin' hilarious! I couldn't quit playing with them! Josie loved them, too!  She likes to make them bite her fingers, silly girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLI8pcpPI/AAAAAAAAB08/zELx8iY-iZ0/s320/photo-41.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555835707405935858" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here's Katie and her American Girl in their matching nightgowns. Katie got her AG for her birthday this summer (Katie names her Angelina) so one of Katie's big Christmas wishes was for clothes for Angelina. She scored.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLIUIKW4I/AAAAAAAAB00/GAbYvysd2cc/s320/photo-40.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555835696528907138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;J&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;osie laying in our bed with her brand spankin' new American Girl. She named her Beatrice. If you ask Jos what she got for Christmas she'll tell you "an American Geeeel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLIVqc0tI/AAAAAAAAB0s/UiRxkQRiO-w/s1600/DSC_1460_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLIVqc0tI/AAAAAAAAB0s/UiRxkQRiO-w/s320/DSC_1460_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555835696941159122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ahhhhh...you knew it wouldn't be Christmas for Patrick without dinosaurs! There's that 3' one behind him and grandma was the ringer giving him a D-Rex...something he's been asking for for 2 years. When he opened it he couldn't even talk he was so excited and shocked. He LOVES it!! Thank you Grandma and Papa--you made one little boy's Christmas dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLH7hxv_I/AAAAAAAAB0k/YpMRdLyhKqc/s320/DSC_1463_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555835689925459954" /&gt;By 9:00 a.m. it looked like a toy tornado had hit our home, but the kids were thrilled and playing peacefully and happily. All was good in our home.  I'm not ready to take the decorations down yet. Sure, the tree is droopy and dropping needles, the candles are 1/2 burned down, all the Advent candles are lit. But we still have, what 9 more days of the real Christmas season and I'm going to savor this for a little longer.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you all had a wonderfully, blessed Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for today!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baloney=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember first one to leave a comment and get it right gets that day's point.  Another reminder...the prize for December is a $10 Starbucks gift card (unless Impulsive wins).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm, and I'm just getting warm."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name that tune....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1577716258136560160?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1577716258136560160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1577716258136560160&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1577716258136560160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1577716258136560160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-wrap-it-up.html' title='Christmas--Wrap it Up'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRpLJePhQHI/AAAAAAAAB1E/fJnlvUmlYs8/s72-c/DSC_1455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1035839437846406183</id><published>2010-12-26T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T11:18:45.214-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--John 1:14</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TReUOs6Ff2I/AAAAAAAAB0c/mhwkAZDJ9bw/s1600/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TReUOs6Ff2I/AAAAAAAAB0c/mhwkAZDJ9bw/s320/nativity.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555071645678665570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us. We have seen His glory, the glory of the one and only Son, who came from the Father, full of grace and truth.&lt;/i&gt; --John 1:14&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the real Christmas season began yesterday. Hope these 12 day of Christmas bring you joy and blessings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go see &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;Baloney&lt;/a&gt; for more Perfect Pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1035839437846406183?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1035839437846406183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1035839437846406183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1035839437846406183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1035839437846406183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfect-pairings-john-114.html' title='Perfect Pairings--John 1:14'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TReUOs6Ff2I/AAAAAAAAB0c/mhwkAZDJ9bw/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4185772455275280065</id><published>2010-12-24T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T17:51:31.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to All</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From the Three Little Lams, WM and myself!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRVNV48D2nI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/CqKRtMyhECM/s320/1.jpg.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554430753888262770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope your day is filled with magical moments and the love of Christ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peace be with you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4185772455275280065?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4185772455275280065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4185772455275280065&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4185772455275280065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4185772455275280065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to All'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRVNV48D2nI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/CqKRtMyhECM/s72-c/1.jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1004319746866371446</id><published>2010-12-23T06:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T06:19:48.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Boxing Day Yet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been busy around here (as you can tell since I haven't posted for 2...or is it...3 days?). We (as in you, me, all you readers and people of the world) are busy preparing for Christmas. So I'm going to make this quick because today is "Baking Day" at our house and I need to get that oven fired up (well, it's already 'fired up'--I've already made one cake this morning).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd share this little piece of delightfulness that I experienced yesterday. I do love my 3 year old--but man, oh man, is she a pill!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRNaVpV2VpI/AAAAAAAAB0I/EwdQ2XL_Iag/s320/photo-39.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553882093399201426" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That look on her face is her look of defiance when I tell her to do something she doesn't want to do (like telling her to put the styrofoam peanuts back in the box).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully no more boxes will show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas is coming! Are you ready!?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baloney=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Baby I was naive, got lost in your eyes, and never really had a chance. I had so many dreams about you and me. Happy endings, now I know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me comment and let me know what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1004319746866371446?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1004319746866371446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1004319746866371446&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1004319746866371446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1004319746866371446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-not-boxing-day-yet.html' title='It&apos;s Not Boxing Day Yet'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TRNaVpV2VpI/AAAAAAAAB0I/EwdQ2XL_Iag/s72-c/photo-39.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7997280220699961677</id><published>2010-12-20T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T15:10:06.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--My Favorite Ornament</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Since we finally got someone who got yesterday's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I can finally post my regularly scheduled post for today. I'm the McLinkster today with the &lt;a href="www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt;. Go over there to see more McLinkies. Today they want us to talk about our favorite Christmas tree ornament.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my kiddos are ages 3, 5, 7 we're kind of in the tree being covered in homemade ornaments phase. But I do have a favorite ornament...actually ornaments. Here they are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Katie's 1st Christmas ornament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fYVNlafI/AAAAAAAAB0A/gAI1gwWcKW0/s1600/DSC_1433_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fYVNlafI/AAAAAAAAB0A/gAI1gwWcKW0/s320/DSC_1433_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902474675087858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Patrick's 1st Christmas ornament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fYCIRluI/AAAAAAAABz4/_5GESOrJR_U/s1600/DSC_1434_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fYCIRluI/AAAAAAAABz4/_5GESOrJR_U/s320/DSC_1434_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902469552543458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Josie's 1st Christmas ornamen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fXyDgwGI/AAAAAAAABzw/3CrHYEaSMCg/s1600/DSC_1432_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fXyDgwGI/AAAAAAAABzw/3CrHYEaSMCg/s320/DSC_1432_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552902465237598306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These ornaments always remind me of my little ones as teeny babies and how special each one of them are. I'll admit these ornaments are a tiny bit of a pain since each year I have to polish them and one household chore I do not like doing is polishing silver. But, I polish them up so they are nice and shiny. They are hung directly under the angel at the top of the tree but are always close to my heart. Even when my little ones are grown and have children of their own, I'll hang these ornaments at the top of our tree and remember their first Christmases.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now to today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Score:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baloney=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Korinne=1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll try to make it a little easier today.  Here's today's lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"A mole, livin' in a hole, diggin' up my soul, goin' down, excavation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO easy people...leave me a comment and tell me what it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7997280220699961677?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7997280220699961677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7997280220699961677&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7997280220699961677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7997280220699961677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/mclinky-monday-my-favorite-ornament.html' title='McLinky Monday--My Favorite Ornament'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ_fYVNlafI/AAAAAAAAB0A/gAI1gwWcKW0/s72-c/DSC_1433_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-8588808391705456830</id><published>2010-12-20T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T09:00:29.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last hint</title><content type='html'>This is your last hint:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The band that sang the song is The Cherry Poppin' Daddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Come on...surely you can get it now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-8588808391705456830?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/8588808391705456830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=8588808391705456830&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8588808391705456830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8588808391705456830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-hint.html' title='Last hint'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6902053788031148206</id><published>2010-12-20T06:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T06:32:56.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Name That Tune--a hint.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;HINT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No one has gotten the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;yet, so here's a hint...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 189px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ9oqtAnDwI/AAAAAAAABzo/CjWLsrEOJRM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552771948417060610" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If no one gets it in about an hour or two, I'll post another hint, like a really obvious hint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6902053788031148206?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6902053788031148206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6902053788031148206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6902053788031148206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6902053788031148206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/name-that-tune-hint.html' title='Name That Tune--a hint.'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ9oqtAnDwI/AAAAAAAABzo/CjWLsrEOJRM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-8402248115705607690</id><published>2010-12-19T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T15:12:13.053-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--Jump for the Joy of the Lord!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today I'm doing a Perfect Pairing, so go see &lt;a href="www.thatsbaloney.com"&gt;Baloney&lt;/a&gt; for some more wonderful pairings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ6Ph2sNgxI/AAAAAAAABzg/KevHhwhG1Ro/s320/DSC_0049.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552533202373804818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;He jumped to his feet and began to walk. Then he went with them into the temple courts, walking and jumping and praising God.&lt;/i&gt; --Act 3:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive Addict got it first on Friday (sorry about yesterday...crazy, busy day, family in from out-of-town, bball game, Christmas parties=no post), the song was What Child Is This?  Good job Impulsive (is it okay if I abbrev your name)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Current score:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baloney-1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Impulsive Addict-1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone else-0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You all are being such smartie pants, so I'm going to try to toughen it up today.  Even if you don't know, just leave me a guess. I'd like to see what you think it might be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's today lyric:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Cut me a Sammy and you'll understand, in my veins hot music ran."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Name THAT tune.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-8402248115705607690?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/8402248115705607690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=8402248115705607690&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8402248115705607690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/8402248115705607690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfect-pairings-jump-for-joy-of-lord.html' title='Perfect Pairings--Jump for the Joy of the Lord!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQ6Ph2sNgxI/AAAAAAAABzg/KevHhwhG1Ro/s72-c/DSC_0049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-389489755399808825</id><published>2010-12-17T11:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T11:20:11.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace on Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hi ya'll! (Sometimes I like to act all Okie and stuff).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know that I'm a HUGE Will Ferrell fan. And I think movies with Mr. Ferrell and John C. Reilly are simply gut busting funny (one of my all time fav movies EVER is Talladega Nights, starring both of these clowns). So here's a little holiday cheer courtesy of Out on a Lam and Will and John C.  Sorry if you don't think it's funny...find your funny bone. Come on! It's freakin' hilarious! And that's really those two singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="512" height="328" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" id="ordie_player_6f62088f27"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=6f62088f27"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed width="512" height="328" flashvars="key=6f62088f27" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" quality="high" src="http://player.ordienetworks.com/flash/fodplayer.swf" name="ordie_player_6f62088f27" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/6f62088f27/peace-on-earth-little-drummer-boy-with-will-ferrell-john-c-reilly" title="from Will Ferrell, John C Reilly, Matt and Oz, Owen Burke, Shauna O'Toole, Kat Bardot, and FOD Team"&gt;Peace on Earth/Little Drummer Boy with Will Ferrell &amp;amp; John C. Reilly&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/will_ferrell"&gt;Will Ferrell&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Okay--now onto the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Current score:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Baloney--1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;Everyone else--0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;Good job, Baloney, know that yesterday's song was O Holy Night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;So today we'll toughen it up a bit.  Here's today Name That Tune lyric-of-the-day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Nails, spear, shall pierce Him through. The Cross be borne for me, for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:left;font-size:x-small;margin-top:0;width:512px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;What's that song? Leave me a comment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-389489755399808825?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/389489755399808825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=389489755399808825&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/389489755399808825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/389489755399808825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/peace-on-earth.html' title='Peace on Earth'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2227842677572645329</id><published>2010-12-16T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:31:56.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Game!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Remember yesterday (or today, whenever) you read that I've decided to start a new game on this here ol blog. Well, I'm super excited about it, because I like goofy games...trust me, most of you will probably think it's D-U-M-B. But stick with me and just play along...you might win something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here it is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQrKYYdesCI/AAAAAAAABzY/6ygNmnaZ3CM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551472010919325730" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you read that right...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not really name that &lt;i&gt;tune&lt;/i&gt; as much as name the song that the lyrics are from.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's how it works.  I will give you a line from a song, then the first person to leave me a comment in the comments section (not email, not Facebook, not Twitter...COMMENT SECTION) will win that day. Whoever has the most "wins" at the end of the month wins that month's prize! Yay--prizes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's an example (a very simple one, but still, I want you to fully understand):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"It's after midnight and something evil's lurking in the air."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, you would quickly leave me a comment and say, "Thriller" by Michael Jackson.  First one to comment with the correct song wins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Name That Tune lyric-of-the-day will be at the bottom of each of my blog posts.  If I don't have a regular post that day, the lyric-of-the-day will be the post. So check back each day. Even if someone has posted an answer, go ahead an post your answer, it will help me judge how hard or easy the song was and which genres are more popular, etc. Mmmm-k?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here is my disclaimer...I don't really listen to country music, but I promise I will see what I can find in that genre. I'll mix it up, you'll get a little bit of everything, even rap. Hee! If you all seem to be having a difficult time with the song...no correct answers coming in, then I'll give you a hint.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So what do you think? Fun? Stupid? Ridiculous? Too-much-time-on-my-hands? (um, hello, NO, I don't). Let me know what you think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since there's not much time left in December, the prize won't be much...how 'bout a $10 gift card to Starbucks! Ummm, yum. I need a Starbucks right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here's today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Name That Tune&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; lyric-of-the-day (we'll start with an easy one in the Christmas spirit):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Long lay the world in sin and error pining. 'Til He appeared and the Spirit felt its worth"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What song is that...leave it in the comments! I'll post the score tomorrow (who's winning, etc.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2227842677572645329?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2227842677572645329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2227842677572645329&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2227842677572645329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2227842677572645329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-game.html' title='New Game!!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQrKYYdesCI/AAAAAAAABzY/6ygNmnaZ3CM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1116796547071087357</id><published>2010-12-15T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T18:50:21.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><title type='text'>What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--SLEEP!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I'm a little to the blog party today. Like a day, or two or FIVE days late. Anyway, it's the most wonderful time of the year, but it's also the most hectic time of the year...you know, we're all in this boat together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's get right to it.  We all need our sleep this time of year, so tell me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 254px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQl95ULYY0I/AAAAAAAABzQ/0g2TMSU_fLY/s320/snoring_178212t.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551106439333307202" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sleep with someone who snores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sleep with someone who grinds their teeth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How 'bout that...nothing about Christmas or presents or cooking or singing or Fa La La-ing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me your answer down there in the comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And my answer for last week...I'd rather do the cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh--and I've got a fun new game I'm going to start on my blog. Well...it seems fun to me, I'll explain it tomorrow (hopefully I'll have time to post tomorrow) and we'll get that party started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1116796547071087357?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1116796547071087357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1116796547071087357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1116796547071087357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1116796547071087357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-rather-do-wednesday_15.html' title='What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--SLEEP!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQl95ULYY0I/AAAAAAAABzQ/0g2TMSU_fLY/s72-c/snoring_178212t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7159396698807485996</id><published>2010-12-10T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T17:33:15.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Lucky you! You get to read the rambling thoughts that are in my mind. We have officially hit over-the-top-crazy-time-of-the-year. I have that constant feeling of "what have I forgotten." Ugh. So here's just a bulleted list of randomness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josie is full fledged potty training. And so far we're doing great. Except today when she crawled in our closet and used one of WM's shoes for a potty. She did remarkably well getting all her pee pee directly in his shoe. It was actually kind of funny.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Josie has also hit a really bad streak of being super naughty. I'm oh so frustrated with her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yesterday was Christmas program #1...of 5. Yes, five.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remind me to not sign up to bring 3 dozen cookies to every event, homeless shelter, Christian ministry, etc. I'm a little overwhelmed with the amount of cookies I've been baking lately.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband did buy me a pair of boots I was really wanting. Just because. Not for Christmas. But just because. 'Cuz he luuuuuuvs me. (Can we get an "awwwww").&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now I'm working on him to buy me this pair of cool cowboy boots I want. Yes, you read that right. COWBOY boots. Lordy, I think I've been in Oklahoma too long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The above referenced husband was very sweet and hung our Christmas lights all by himself. Swing on by to see the Griswolds. (I still love him).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So I hear the stomach bug is going around my kids' school. That would be a great thing to hit right about now. NOT!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Katie (7 years old) asked me the other day what a 'round yon virgin' was. I told her to go to sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I ordered my Christmas cards today--to be delivered Dec. 22. That gives me one day to turn those suckers around. You'll probably get your Christmas card after Christmas. Sorry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do love this time of the year.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OH! Big news. I'm done Christmas shopping! I know that doesn't sound like a big deal. But I never, ever, ever, ever, ever even start shopping until about now. So this is huge!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um, okay. I'm boring you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I love ya!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7159396698807485996?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7159396698807485996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7159396698807485996&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7159396698807485996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7159396698807485996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-5533452980678101184</id><published>2010-12-09T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:52:42.220-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Only In Oklahoma #3--Headless Husbands</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's been awhile since I've done an OIO, not that my fellow Okie's haven't provided me with lots of opportunities, I've just been lazy in posting one.  Until today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I snapped this pic in the drive thru lane at Starbucks several days ago. Because apparently here in Oklahoma, if we're having marital problems or have gotten divorced or have had an argument with our significant other, instead of just removing our spouse from the Stick Figure Family line up, we just cut his head off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQFPGsNhheI/AAAAAAAAByw/fEsPxi5_EBY/s320/photo-38_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548803192262854114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm wondering if that weirdo skull looking thing is said husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep it classy Oklahoma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-5533452980678101184?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/5533452980678101184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=5533452980678101184&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5533452980678101184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5533452980678101184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/only-in-oklahoma-3-headless-husbands.html' title='Only In Oklahoma #3--Headless Husbands'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TQFPGsNhheI/AAAAAAAAByw/fEsPxi5_EBY/s72-c/photo-38_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6731132103482206581</id><published>2010-12-08T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:10:04.130-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><title type='text'>What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--Cookin' or Cleanin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is the time of year where there is a lot of cooking, baking, cooking, baking...and cleaning going on. So for today's &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'd like to know which you'd prefer. I know the obvious answer would be the cooking the meals, but some people just don't like to cook, so I want to know you would rather do:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TP-ffxVIDBI/AAAAAAAAByo/DUi6Rn5Mtog/s320/thanksgiving_table3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548328634110446610" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Cook the Christmas dinner to be served to the whole family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Clean up the kitchen after the meal has been cooked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm hungry, I think I'll go make some of the fudge that I posted on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6731132103482206581?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6731132103482206581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6731132103482206581&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6731132103482206581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6731132103482206581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-rather-do-wednesday_08.html' title='What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--Cookin&apos; or Cleanin&apos;'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TP-ffxVIDBI/AAAAAAAAByo/DUi6Rn5Mtog/s72-c/thanksgiving_table3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1818320679286309393</id><published>2010-12-07T13:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:26:59.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, It's Cold Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I think I've mentioned how I'm not a fan of cold weather. (This is new news to you? Well, then, let me welcome you to my little blog). When the temps dip below....oh....say....75° I consider it chilly. I'm. Not. Kidding. I seriously think there may be something wrong with my internal thermometer. That I'm not kidding about, I think there really may be something wrong with me (is there a disease or something that makes you cold all the time)?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this week it's been a little chilly for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Temps in the 40s is bad enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But THIS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TP6kapJi7zI/AAAAAAAAByg/wc_23OKrruQ/s320/DSCN0740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548052568596475698" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(For you Tulsans, this was taken at the Cox building that's out on the BA, so it may have been a little warmer in town, you know, heat island affect, I think it was -132° in town).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's time to start talking to WM about relocating to a warmer climate. No?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bundle up--stay warm! Happy Tuesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1818320679286309393?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1818320679286309393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1818320679286309393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1818320679286309393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1818320679286309393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, It&apos;s Cold Outside'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TP6kapJi7zI/AAAAAAAAByg/wc_23OKrruQ/s72-c/DSCN0740.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7003910749047338842</id><published>2010-12-06T17:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T17:45:51.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--What's Cookiein'?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sorry I'm late...I've had wireless issue for almost a week, but I think we're good. I fixed it...by myself...with the help of a guy from AT&amp;amp;T Uverse. We had a nice chat. Literally, I did an online chat session with their tech support. It was great and SO much better than trying to make a phone call with my little ones around. And yes, I told him that. I seriously don't think he knew how much easier that made my life. So, my Mac and I are back to our daily relationship and all is well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo...the McLinksters over at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; want us to share a Christmas cookie recipe and I think the story behind it. Go over there and get some more great recipes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My recipe that I'm going to share isn't actually for cookies. It's for my grandma's Christmas fudge. It's super easy and super yum. Try it...you'll be glad you did.  It always makes me miss my grandma when I eat it and when I make it.  My grandma passed away almost 8 years ago and I still miss her terribly.  The recipe card with this recipe is written in her handwriting, which makes it even more special. I could rewrite it so it fits in with my other recipe cards, but I like using HER recipe card.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TP2RUf05NPI/AAAAAAAAByY/W6OqfeiS-cM/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547750097317082354" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 c. butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 c. sugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2/3 c. evaporated milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (12 oz) pkg. chocolate chips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (7 oz) jar marshmallow creme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 c. chopped nuts (optional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp. vanilla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lightly grease 9 x 13 pan. Mix butter, sugar and evaporated milk in a 3 quart saucepan; bring to full rolling boil on medium heat, stirring constantly. Continue boiling 5 minutes or until a candy thermometer reaches 234°, stirring constantly to prevent scorching. Remove from heat. Gradually stir in chips until melted. Add remaining ingredients; mix well. Pour into prepared pan. Cool at room temperature. When cool cut into 1" squares.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then eat the whole pan all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope you enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7003910749047338842?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7003910749047338842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7003910749047338842&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7003910749047338842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7003910749047338842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/mclinky-monday-whats-cookiein.html' title='McLinky Monday--What&apos;s Cookiein&apos;?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TP2RUf05NPI/AAAAAAAAByY/W6OqfeiS-cM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1212933744884775457</id><published>2010-12-03T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T08:57:10.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five ? Friday'/><title type='text'>Five ? Friday-Christmas Edition</title><content type='html'>I'm going to do another Five Question Friday. Because my brain is on overdrive with everything going on and surely I can type up some answers that someone else provides. Also because something screwy is going on with the WiFi at our house which makes my laptop somewhat non-functional. So I'm working on our big ol desktop computer that is a PC (my laptop is a Mac), I haven't used a PC in awhile so I'm having to remember how to do stuff. Like right click. Oh Mac--how you've made my life so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, the questions are provided by &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/"&gt;My Little Life&lt;/a&gt;. Go there to see more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the questions for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a title="Five Question Friday" href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1. What's on the top of your Christmas wish list and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I want a boob lift. Why? Because I had 3 kids within 5 years and breastfed all of them for at least a year and I want my pre-baby 32 D's back. Ok, TMI? (sorry mom and Marian if you're reading this). Ok, seriously, what do I want? I really don't have a huge list. I'd like a Nikon D7000 or an iPad, but I'd be totally okay without those since I already have a nice camera and Macbook. OH--I know! World peace, that's what I want. Or shoes, boots or handbags...can never have too much of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2. What is your favorite Christmas gift from the past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I remember when I was around 8 or 9 I had a totally pink Barbie Christmas. I still remember how much I loved all that Barbie stuff. In my recent past...probably my Macbook that WM got me last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3. If you had to do life over, what would you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I love being a wife and mom...that's what I'd want again. In the professional sense, I think I'd still choose what I majored in and had a career in until I quit to stay home. Communications. I loved my job doing PR/advertising/marketing/media relations...a.k.a. community relations. I loved getting out in the community and being in the thick of everything and staying on top of current trends. But if I had to choose something different, I choose to be an airline pilot. Seriously, I love to fly (I get it from my dad--who is a retired...pilot. Not kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;4. When do you put up your Christmas tree?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We cover this earlier this week, so I'll make it quick. Mid-December. We do real trees so they really shouldn't be up for too long or they dry out and become a fire hazard. (Though I'm going to try to talk WM into getting ours this weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. What is your favorite holiday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I do love me some Christmas, but my favorite holiday is Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go. Do you like that fancy smancy (cheesy) red/green I did there? Yeah--I'm juvenile, but I spend my days with kids 7 and under, so that explains a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1212933744884775457?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1212933744884775457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1212933744884775457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1212933744884775457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1212933744884775457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/five-friday-christmas-edition.html' title='Five ? Friday-Christmas Edition'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-589628461400230739</id><published>2010-12-01T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T11:39:57.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><title type='text'>What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday--Grass and Flowers</title><content type='html'>Because it's starting to turn cold (boo!) and yard work will soon be a thing of the past (for 3 months, when you live in Oklahoma), for today's &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I've decided to see what you'd prefer to do when it comes to making the landscaping of your home beautiful. So here's today's question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545800536626089410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TPakNITEzcI/AAAAAAAAByI/BunUA1XMwT0/s320/lawn.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mow the lawn (with a push mower)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Plant the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In otherwords, would you rather get all sweaty or get all dirty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leave me a comment and let me know!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for last week's question. I'd take the donut, though I do love me a yummy, warm sausage roll, I'll take the donut...maple long john, or two, or three, thankyouverymuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-589628461400230739?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/589628461400230739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=589628461400230739&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/589628461400230739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/589628461400230739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-would-you-rather-do-wednesday.html' title='What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday--Grass and Flowers'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TPakNITEzcI/AAAAAAAAByI/BunUA1XMwT0/s72-c/lawn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7714937846250430229</id><published>2010-11-29T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:31:52.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--Christmas Decor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TPP_mPkJ3lI/AAAAAAAAByA/Co1CkYLv7ag/s1600/christmas_tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TPP_mPkJ3lI/AAAAAAAAByA/Co1CkYLv7ag/s320/christmas_tree.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545056598701497938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;McLinky over at McRHOKy today is all about Christmas decor and when we put it up at our house. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when do we put up our Christmas decorations?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that each holiday should be celebrated individually and not combined with other holidays that are near in date. So Christmas decor does not even cross my mind until after Thanksgiving. It even goes further than that, at our house Christmas doesn't show up at our house until December 1st. We do begin celebrating the Advent season even if the first day of Advent falls before Dec. 1st (like this year), but that doesn't mean we're breaking our Christmas decorations yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Realistically, though, I don't get much out until mid-December. We always get a real Christmas tree and if you put that bugger up to early it dries out and becomes a fire hazard no matter how much you water it.  So the tree usually goes up around Dec. 15th-ish. Our outside lights go up whenever WM feels like it. That's his territory (though I have veto rights if I don't like how it's looking). Usually he has them up around the 2nd weekend of December or somewhere around there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, there you have it. Not real exciting, I know, but that's how our Christmas decorating rolls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head over to the RHOK to read about others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7714937846250430229?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7714937846250430229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7714937846250430229&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7714937846250430229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7714937846250430229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/mclinky-monday-christmas-decor.html' title='McLinky Monday--Christmas Decor'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TPP_mPkJ3lI/AAAAAAAAByA/Co1CkYLv7ag/s72-c/christmas_tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-352851082903689597</id><published>2010-11-24T11:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T11:51:41.783-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><title type='text'>What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--Donut Version</title><content type='html'>The coming days are all about food.  Food, food and more food. So I thought it might be appropriate to ask a food related question for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  But it's not what you think it's about...not Thanksgiving food.  So here it is....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you go to the donut shop and could only order one thing, which of these two things would you choose??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;A donut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;A sausage roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Both are so scrumptious in their oh-so-fattening way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But which would you choose? Leave me your answer down there in the comments section! Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;And as for my answer from last week??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  I'd take the short line with the rude, disrespectful cashier.  Because a). usually I have my kids and getting out of the store quickly is of essence and b). I find those kinds of cashiers a challenge...betcha I can turn that attitude around. I kill them with kindness and politeness to the point even they realize they are being a jerk butt. Nine times out of 10 when I pour on my southern charm, they end up smiling back at me and wishing me a nice day. It's kind of a fun game...try it next time you get one of "those" types of cashiers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-352851082903689597?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/352851082903689597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=352851082903689597&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/352851082903689597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/352851082903689597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-would-you-rather-do-wednesday_24.html' title='What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--Donut Version'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3311281204824643836</id><published>2010-11-23T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T19:29:25.522-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Royal Wedding'/><title type='text'>Royal Wedding!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok, I've swallowed my pride and I'm going to go ahead and nerd-out on you and reveal a secret...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SO FREAKIN' EXCITED ABOUT THE ROYAL WEDDING!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyFrAirb_I/AAAAAAAABx4/JnO2h36b_CE/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542952215312560114" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that's so nerdy. But come on, it's a Royal Wedding and that only happens every 20+ years. I remember the summer of 1981 when Charles and Diana got married. My family was here in Tulsa visiting my grandma for the week and my sister, grandma and I got up at 4:00 a.m. to watch it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The. Whole. Thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously, we didn't move from the TV all day. Then we played Royal Wedding for years. We bought the Royal Wedding books, I even have a Royal Wedding Wedgwood plate with profiles of Charles and Diana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friends The Fabulous Joy McGill, Angelina and I are already planning a watch party, but I don't think I'll be able to attend because I bet a get an invite. hee hee. But seriously...this will be a watch party like no other. When those two gals are involved in party planning nothing but fabulousness comes out of it. I'll keep you updated on that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't really know much about Kate Middleton, but she seems alright to me. And let me tell you this...I lu...u...u...v her style. She is always so put together, yet so &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; looking. Love her clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cute...love that sweater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCKGkDYII/AAAAAAAABxw/8ftWPbT9fBQ/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCKGkDYII/AAAAAAAABxw/8ftWPbT9fBQ/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542948351458369666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love this look&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCJu0_WAI/AAAAAAAABxo/foiQBYHL590/s1600/kate_middleton_1_wenn1605392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCJu0_WAI/AAAAAAAABxo/foiQBYHL590/s320/kate_middleton_1_wenn1605392.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542948345086957570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I really think this is one of my favs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCJatjJ4I/AAAAAAAABxg/Goa6-w_wTIc/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 132px; height: 211px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCJatjJ4I/AAAAAAAABxg/Goa6-w_wTIc/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542948339687040898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Even her spiffy hats those Brits are so found of are fab.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCI9TzQOI/AAAAAAAABxY/ZU9ddilsgD4/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCI9TzQOI/AAAAAAAABxY/ZU9ddilsgD4/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542948331794415842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pretty, pretty, pretty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCIwlrCDI/AAAAAAAABxQ/yAzQQUhxGts/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 103px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyCIwlrCDI/AAAAAAAABxQ/yAzQQUhxGts/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542948328379713586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;This coat....I die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBVXJ4ORI/AAAAAAAABxI/y84dMAghS7c/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBVXJ4ORI/AAAAAAAABxI/y84dMAghS7c/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542947445378922770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is super fun! Love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBU70LgoI/AAAAAAAABxA/CP_2-am1j7E/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBU70LgoI/AAAAAAAABxA/CP_2-am1j7E/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542947438040154754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I think this one is really my fav.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBUtRvGRI/AAAAAAAABw4/ttfpYv0WA3g/s1600/headline_1289952951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBUtRvGRI/AAAAAAAABw4/ttfpYv0WA3g/s320/headline_1289952951.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542947434137590034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Those boots...I'm SO into flat boots...she nailed it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBUZ1-67I/AAAAAAAABww/m24A5sg1Wvs/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 194px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyBUZ1-67I/AAAAAAAABww/m24A5sg1Wvs/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542947428920912818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So there you have it...I love her style. I can't wait to see what she brings to the fashion table in the years to come.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...this has been a long post and I need to start my feather embellished hat shopping.  So stay tuned for more updates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3311281204824643836?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3311281204824643836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3311281204824643836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3311281204824643836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3311281204824643836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/royal-wedding.html' title='Royal Wedding!!!!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOyFrAirb_I/AAAAAAAABx4/JnO2h36b_CE/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7744838364115468283</id><published>2010-11-22T10:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:13:43.808-08:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--Black Friday</title><content type='html'>Well...today I've decided to McLink-it up.  McLinky, McLinkin Park, McLinkin Logs, McLinkin Nebraska.  (I don't know...sometime I get a little distracted).&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today they are asking what my Black Friday routine is.  This is SO simple for me! I don't have to give it one bit of thought.  Here's what I do on Black Friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you get that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There it is again.  Nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do nothing, nothing, and a whole bunch of nothing on BF.  As a general rule I don't really like shopping that much. Let me rephrase that...I don't like getting in my car and going shopping and looking at stores.  I'm all about online shopping--so many more options.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So BF is nothing more to me than another day to eat leftovers and pie and anything else I can get my grubby paws on.  And then about 4:00 p.m. I feel guilty and go out for a run, which makes me feel like poo because I've eaten so much, so I just run back home and eat some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Honestly, stores offer so many good discounts and sales throughout the holiday season, that even the money saving aspect doesn't really apply anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, this Friday I will be watching some type of football game while eating something and contemplating whether or not I should nap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But good luck to all of you who get out on Friday--may the force be with you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7744838364115468283?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7744838364115468283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7744838364115468283&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7744838364115468283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7744838364115468283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/mclinky-monday-black-friday.html' title='McLinky Monday--Black Friday'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-758977899591358055</id><published>2010-11-20T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T08:49:50.923-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;It's that time of year. When all the my-life-is-so-perfect mommies have their family photos scheduled, the coordinating outfits purchased and the perfectly touched up foiled highlights done. They are prepared for...Christmas cards. But me. Well, if you know me...today is the first day I've really started thinking about it. Last year I think I sent out Happy New Year cards, the year before I think it Valentine's cards, you see the pattern here...I just can't get it together for Christmas cards. I think it's that perfect photo or what I have in mind just doesn't come to fruition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;This year, because I know that perfect photo will never happen, I think these are the photos I'll use. You know I'm all about keepin' it real! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;There is no joy to MY world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOf4rnZwe8I/AAAAAAAABwY/_IS5MH-Iy9s/s320/DSCN0616.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541671294697765826" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing says Merry Christmas like an automatic weapon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOf4sNFW3XI/AAAAAAAABwg/VoDC08iimLM/s1600/IMG_1468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOf4sNFW3XI/AAAAAAAABwg/VoDC08iimLM/s320/IMG_1468.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541671304812748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm going to whack the merry into your Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOf4rnZwe8I/AAAAAAAABwY/_IS5MH-Iy9s/s1600/DSCN0616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOf4sj3DXnI/AAAAAAAABwo/NFq8HlYpWU4/s320/IMG_1148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541671310926765682" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-758977899591358055?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/758977899591358055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=758977899591358055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/758977899591358055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/758977899591358055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOf4rnZwe8I/AAAAAAAABwY/_IS5MH-Iy9s/s72-c/DSCN0616.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-158912694679111746</id><published>2010-11-19T11:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T11:54:42.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So yesterday I decided that maybe it was time to take down all the Halloween decorations. Not that I had that many. I'm not a big "holiday decorator" when it comes to my home. I put up a few simple touches here and there, but that's about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple weeks before Halloween my dad and step mom sent the kids a great package...cookies and a darling pumpkin cookie jar! Needless to say, we gobbled up those cookies at record pace, so the poor pumpkin was empty bellied.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward a couple weeks...I had dumped a bunch of Snickers into Mr. Empty Belly Pumpkin and about every 7.295 seconds I would go visit him and grab one (really, where did these extra 5 pounds come from?). Well, yesterday when I went to go put Empty Belly away I opened him up to grab another Snickers and put them elsewhere, look what I found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TObVZzqht9I/AAAAAAAABwQ/sk1HKzpQRfM/s320/DSC_1283.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541351030867998674" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I nearly split my already-to-tight-jeans!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly believe in God whispers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure if that is a God whisper or a great big smack upside the head. I'm pretty sure I heard God say, "My Child...quit eating the Snickers or you're going to weigh 500 lbs by Christmas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course it could just be a really funny joke by my 7-year-old (it was &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt; Hail Mary card).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it was...right then and there I quit the Snickers cold turkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-158912694679111746?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/158912694679111746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=158912694679111746&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/158912694679111746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/158912694679111746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/hail-mary.html' title='Hail Mary'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TObVZzqht9I/AAAAAAAABwQ/sk1HKzpQRfM/s72-c/DSC_1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3300056202931858492</id><published>2010-11-18T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T18:17:32.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Saga Continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You've been reading about the dinosaur invasion of our lives for some time.  Well, today I was cleaning up Katie's dollhouse stuff look what I found...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...the dinosaur saga continues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Here they are...coming out of every window.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOXdxGK6g2I/AAAAAAAABwI/_VSXn5iQZeE/s320/DSC_1319_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541078752088982370" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Except for this clown town, he was going in while everyone else was coming out. He must not have been told that the cops were on the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOXdXJKUMXI/AAAAAAAABwA/vlWflpXn4PU/s320/DSC_1319_2_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541078306215178610" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Oh look!  Not only dinosaurs--but 'gators, too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOXdMNcJs0I/AAAAAAAABv4/7WNpwAt4-Ws/s320/DSC_1319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541078118385169218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;OH NO! I think we've had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;casualty&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOXdBolr7PI/AAAAAAAABvw/7kuDJynk5WY/s320/photo-37.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541077936694357234" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A stray arm under the table can't be a good sign when there are rogue dinosaurs and gators in the neighborhood.  Something needs to be done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just not sure how we're going to get rid of these buggers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3300056202931858492?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3300056202931858492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3300056202931858492&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3300056202931858492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3300056202931858492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/saga-continues.html' title='The Saga Continues'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOXdxGK6g2I/AAAAAAAABwI/_VSXn5iQZeE/s72-c/DSC_1319_2_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-895661414745171202</id><published>2010-11-17T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:44:33.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Would You Rather Do?'/><title type='text'>What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So, I decided to bring back &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do? Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I know you've been missing it--I KNOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you're kind new to reading the blog, here's how it works...I give you scenarios/questions and you leave your choice and explanation in a comment. I love seeing how different everyone is, or in some cases how similar.  Sometimes they are life questions and sometimes they are bizarro questions.  Get it?  It's just silliness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let's get with it...here's this week's question...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;What Would You Rather Do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOP6iUbnObI/AAAAAAAABvA/7FvANq9EJUs/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540547434102864306" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spend 20 minutes waiting in line at a store to check out and have the cashier be super nice and pleasant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;Spend no time waiting in line and have the cashier be rude, disrespectful and mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What would you rather?  Let me know in the comments...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Wednesday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-895661414745171202?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/895661414745171202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=895661414745171202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/895661414745171202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/895661414745171202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-would-you-rather-do-wednesday.html' title='What Would You Rather Do Wednesday?--The Return'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TOP6iUbnObI/AAAAAAAABvA/7FvANq9EJUs/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6381229031307385291</id><published>2010-11-12T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T15:08:49.974-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Five ? Friday'/><title type='text'>Five Questions for Friday--Because my Brain Won't Work</title><content type='html'>I've been messing with this blog long enough. I need a break. Yes, there are things that still need tweaking and some copy that needs a little editing, but seriously, I just can't take it any more. Maybe I'll tackle the small things later this weekend or next week.  But for now you get a real post. Well, it's not real, I mean all I'm doing is answering questions--how much brain power does that take. But like I mention about 3 sentences ago, my brain has no power left, so I'm going to do my first Five Question Friday.  If you want to see some more, head on over to &lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com"&gt;My Little Life&lt;/a&gt; and check out some others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://fivecrookedhalos.blogspot.com/" target="_blank" title="Five Question Friday"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt155/fivecrookedhalos/th_w6r0jk.png" img="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here are the Q's and A's for this week:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What is the most physically painful thing that has ever happened to you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  You'd think after birthing 3 BIG babies that I'd say childbirth, but actually, no, I found childbirth to be a very quick and easy adventure (even my Ob/Gyn and the nurses said my births are "textbook" and "unbelievable"--awww, shucks, thanks)!  So my answer is having migraines. Have you ever had one of those? No? Be glad. There's no words to describe it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How much sleep do you get a night?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Boy is that a loaded question.  The easy answer is somewhere between 4-6.  I'm in bed for approximately 10 hours per night, but only asleep for 4-6 of them. I have some type of sleep problem. A lot has to do with the kids and a lot has to do with some type of insomnia I have going on lately.  But it's all good...I haven't had a decent night's sleep since somewhere around Spring 2003, so I'm used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;How long did you believe in Santa Claus?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; How did you "find out."  I had to reword the question because I've got a 7 year old who still believes and often reads my blogs while I'm going over them.  But the general rule is "if you don't believe, you don't receive." So I still believe...maybe not in Santa, but the magic of Christmas. I actually don't remember finding out and how old I was. I have a brother 10 years younger than me, so Santa was coming to our house well into my teenage years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What was the last movie you saw in the theatre?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Katie and I saw &lt;i&gt;The Princess and the Frog&lt;/i&gt; last Christmas. I think that was the last one. If not, any movie I've seen since certainly didn't make an impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What do you wear to bed?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  Nothing. HA! Just kidding!! JUST KIDDING!!!!!!! Actually I'm covered very well. I wear the same jammies year round.  Usually flannel pants and a long sleeved t-shirt or jammie top (sometimes short sleeved in the hottest part of summer).  I'm cold all the time, so I wear warm clothes to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6381229031307385291?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6381229031307385291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6381229031307385291&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6381229031307385291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6381229031307385291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/five-questions-for-friday-because-my.html' title='Five Questions for Friday--Because my Brain Won&apos;t Work'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2372765455812387723</id><published>2010-11-12T08:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T08:56:47.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep on Keepin' On</title><content type='html'>I know, friends...my blog looks all wonky and things are crazy and not centered, weird fonts, etc.  I know.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, the good news is I'm getting close...very close, the better news is I'm having lunch with a friend, so you're just going to have to deal with it for a while longer. I'm going to &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt; to have it all fixed up and ready by this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gracias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2372765455812387723?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2372765455812387723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2372765455812387723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2372765455812387723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2372765455812387723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/keep-on-keepin-on.html' title='Keep on Keepin&apos; On'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3479905617618352695</id><published>2010-11-11T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:07:31.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand By!</title><content type='html'>Due to technical difficulties this blog is...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;UNDER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CONSTRUCTION&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully it will be back up and running soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or this may be a sign from God that it's time to quit blogging (which I have been seriously toying with recently).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3479905617618352695?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3479905617618352695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3479905617618352695&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3479905617618352695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3479905617618352695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/stand-by.html' title='Stand By!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3777032185934337838</id><published>2010-11-10T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T09:48:08.618-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday--She Shoots, She SCORES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My, my, my...it's been a week already. How time flies. When you're having fun (or when you're so busy that time just gets away from you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhoo...Wordless Wednesday for you again this week.  Sorry the photo is so cruddy, taking photos in a gym with an iPhone while chasing two other kiddos does not lead to quality photos.  But here's Katie at her first basketball practice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You seriously don't know how momentous this is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TNratZnF4bI/AAAAAAAABsY/tbTP7RXsWHA/s320/IMG_1550_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537979165309264306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish us luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And sorry there's so many words...guess it's not really Wordless Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3777032185934337838?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3777032185934337838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3777032185934337838&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3777032185934337838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3777032185934337838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday-she-shoots-she.html' title='Wordless Wednesday--She Shoots, She SCORES!'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TNratZnF4bI/AAAAAAAABsY/tbTP7RXsWHA/s72-c/IMG_1550_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4762609644891277838</id><published>2010-11-03T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T12:35:03.407-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday--Don't Mess with the Duke</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Go ahead...make my day.&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TNG1tgvsDlI/AAAAAAAABsQ/t_DJS3HAm6E/s320/IMG_1525.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535405210503745106" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4762609644891277838?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4762609644891277838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4762609644891277838&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4762609644891277838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4762609644891277838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/11/wordless-wednesday-dont-mess-with-duke.html' title='Wordless Wednesday--Don&apos;t Mess with the Duke'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TNG1tgvsDlI/AAAAAAAABsQ/t_DJS3HAm6E/s72-c/IMG_1525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3981636975726134674</id><published>2010-10-28T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T15:58:09.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Migration</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'm okay with fall, don't love it in the general sense because fall is the preamble to the "hated season"--winter (boo!). I love hot, summer weather. Spring is my favorite season.  But that's not what this is about.  There are a few things I like about fall and one of them is the monarch butterflies that make their way through Oklahoma on the way to Mexico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week I was one the escorts for Patrick's class one of our local nurseries and, wow, I think the butterflies were taking their morning break while we were there. They were everywhere and were just hanging out on the flowers.  So beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic is straight of the camera--no editing, so you can see how pretty the colors are--naturally.  The colors were even a little more vivid than depicted in this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TMn_d0DBFkI/AAAAAAAABsI/5za-PzWoHHc/s320/DSCN0684.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533234504853952066" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get out into nature!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3981636975726134674?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3981636975726134674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3981636975726134674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3981636975726134674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3981636975726134674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/migration.html' title='Migration'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TMn_d0DBFkI/AAAAAAAABsI/5za-PzWoHHc/s72-c/DSCN0684.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-3726513111761484372</id><published>2010-10-25T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T17:53:49.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Workin' for the Money...Kind of</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I decided to McLinky with the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; this week and the question for this week is: What is the worst job you ever had?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to really think about this because I've really liked most of my jobs. I loooooooved my job at St. John that I quit to stay home with the kiddos (I know, I still need to do a post on that decision), and I loved my job at Philbrook Museum of Art. I even liked the sprinkling of odd jobs I had here and there throughout college. So I had to dig deep...then I remembered it.  The job I didn't like.  Hated it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was it you ask?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A telemarketer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TMYmDeXwivI/AAAAAAAABsA/YzIW9T2Jiso/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532151033405410034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I know...you can't believe it! I sometimes still can't believe it.  It was a very brief stint let me tell ya.  Basically this is the story.  I was in college and I had friends who had gone to work for this telemarketing firm that had moved into town. They were working very few hours and making great money (for college kids). So my BFF and I decided to give it shot.  Here's the problem:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  I don't like talking on the phone, I mean, I really, really don't like talking on the phone--even to people I love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.  I don't like asking people for their money or time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In telemarketing, those two things are required.  So, I went through the 2 weeks of paid training. My assignment was to call people with subscriptions to Sports Illustrated and get them to renew their subscriptions.  I worked my first night "on the line" and after night #2 I walked out the door and never went back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that was that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read some more Bad Jobs over at the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-3726513111761484372?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/3726513111761484372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=3726513111761484372&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3726513111761484372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/3726513111761484372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/workin-for-moneykind-of.html' title='Workin&apos; for the Money...Kind of'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TMYmDeXwivI/AAAAAAAABsA/YzIW9T2Jiso/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-5208464682496777294</id><published>2010-10-20T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:03:10.671-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Katie'/><title type='text'>Shake Your Booty--or Not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you know, I'm a huge fan of &lt;em&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/em&gt;. I love dancing, was a dancer, and actually, I'm pretty darn good at it, too--but it's one of my hidden talents that you will NEVER see. Generally speaking, &lt;em&gt;DWTS&lt;/em&gt; is okay for my 1st grader, Katie, to watch. She loves the show--that apple didn't fall far from the tree, at all. Sure, I have to explain a little bit to her about appropriate costume choices and dance moves, but overall, it's a show that she and I can enjoy together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Usually on Tuesday nights we just kind of watching bits and pieces (it's just the results show, you only need the last 5 minutes). Katie, however, enjoys watching the guest performances and the dancing that goes along with it. So last night when I had to make a quick run to the grocery store during DWTS, Katie told me she'd tell me what happened when I got back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is what she told me about what I missed; "The girls were dancing and sticking out their booties and shaking them and their boobies. It was &lt;em&gt;bad&lt;/em&gt;. Really &lt;em&gt;not good&lt;/em&gt;, mommy. I can't even show you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So she drew a picture of it instead.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530204041002191970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TL87RmddjGI/AAAAAAAABr4/crqDXju8oIQ/s320/Katie+drawing+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that booty really made an impression. Look at the size of that thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Notice the frowny face and arrow pointing at the girl--that's Katie showing how she felt about that dancing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's my girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now...I just need to figure out how to explain to her that the Rumba and Tango (her fav dances) probably aren't appropriate dances for 7 year olds. I think I'll teach her to Jive tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-5208464682496777294?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/5208464682496777294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=5208464682496777294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5208464682496777294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/5208464682496777294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/shake-your-booty-or-not.html' title='Shake Your Booty--or Not'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TL87RmddjGI/AAAAAAAABr4/crqDXju8oIQ/s72-c/Katie+drawing+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-7454218054444542441</id><published>2010-10-16T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T16:53:52.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weather Man'/><title type='text'>Double 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to my husband!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLo66ziTwiI/AAAAAAAABrw/qFh9ehAywrE/s320/IMG_1355_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528796274491638306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleven years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And many more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-7454218054444542441?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/7454218054444542441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=7454218054444542441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7454218054444542441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/7454218054444542441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/double-1.html' title='Double 1'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLo66ziTwiI/AAAAAAAABrw/qFh9ehAywrE/s72-c/IMG_1355_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4804657248873299332</id><published>2010-10-11T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:26:48.242-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Sunflower Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This past weekend we made a trip to my hometown and childhood home in Kansas to visit my mom and stepdad. It was a much needed trip. We had a great time and got to see our three wild boy cousins (my brother's kiddos). So here is a quick wrap up in pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Made it to Kansas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNFUc2i4PI/AAAAAAAABro/1tFcKs_q-lA/s320/photo-38.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526837385358401778" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fished&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNErTiG-UI/AAAAAAAABrg/HOpF_RCo4EQ/s320/DSC_1218.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526836678482131266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fed the fish with Aunt Brandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNEq6emgkI/AAAAAAAABrY/QtNZbUSTQP4/s320/DSC_1194.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526836671756534338" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Took naps in the wagon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNEqdk1_lI/AAAAAAAABrQ/qUhiDjd5Rfg/s320/photo-37.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526836663998086738" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Caught some tiny fish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNEpeg81lI/AAAAAAAABrI/z6bp8V2NvQw/s320/DSC_1196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526836647070324306" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chased frogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNEpG-nJkI/AAAAAAAABrA/gOGmWoDHjQw/s320/DSC_1204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526836640752281154" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Still fishing...(my Patrick has immense patience and sat out there waiting for fish to bite for hours)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCzHo6AWI/AAAAAAAABq4/Mr0MU-aNghk/s320/DSC_1208.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526834613705113954" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Took our animals for a tractor ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCx2dvfpI/AAAAAAAABqw/Td2YQ4GucLQ/s320/DSC_1232_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526834591915015826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wore mommy's 1980's era dance legwarmers--so sparkly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCxpdz1fI/AAAAAAAABqo/GNCDlPKaswg/s1600/DSC_1242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCxpdz1fI/AAAAAAAABqo/GNCDlPKaswg/s320/DSC_1242.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526834588425639410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Played dress up in mommy's prom dress and one of mommy's old dance costumes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCxFh75cI/AAAAAAAABqg/y4sttU0Txqw/s1600/DSC_1244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCxFh75cI/AAAAAAAABqg/y4sttU0Txqw/s320/DSC_1244.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526834578779268546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Wore mommy's old cheerleading jacket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNCwV4QGfI/AAAAAAAABqY/uvCN0WWxsd4/s320/DSC_1254.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526834565987965426" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a fun weekend! I have some funny pics of my nephews dressed up in sequined party dresses, but I'll save them the embarrassment of a public viewing. Let's just say they were cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Also, when I got home my rockin' husband had remodeled our bathroom!! Not even joking. It looks great!!! He's so awesome and did it exactly like I described to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great Monday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4804657248873299332?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4804657248873299332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4804657248873299332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4804657248873299332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4804657248873299332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunflower-visit.html' title='Sunflower Visit'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TLNFUc2i4PI/AAAAAAAABro/1tFcKs_q-lA/s72-c/photo-38.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-430782893413600968</id><published>2010-10-02T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T11:49:35.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Resolutions'/><title type='text'>A 6 month Resolution Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKd-h_K8caI/AAAAAAAABqQ/bL80svgSufc/s1600/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKd-h_K8caI/AAAAAAAABqQ/bL80svgSufc/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523522590351323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resolutions.  Remember when we made them...10 months ago? Resolutions, goals, whatever you want to call them.  How's it going?  This is about the time of year (if not before) that most resolutions have been thrown out the door or long forgotten.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fear not, my friends.  In order to keep me on the resolution's straight and narrow, I put mine on this ol blog. Therefore, I can be kept accountable.  Since it's been 6 months since my last update, I figured today was as good as time as any to let you know how it's going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are my 2010 Resolutions made back in January and how it's going:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;1.  Work out 5 days a week.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is pretty much a done deal. I've been running quite a bit lately and have even done a few races.  So this is a big, fat "CHECK!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.  Recycle more household items.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This one has actually turned out to be fun. Our recycling gets picked up every other Monday and most "recycling days" finds our bin overflowing. The best part is the kids have really gotten on board with it, too.  If I throw something away that is recyclable they will quickly call me out on it and say, "mommy! that goes in the 'cycling!" Yay!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;3.  Only one Starbucks a day.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmm.  For the most part I'd say this has been successful with my one venti decaf mocha, BUT...since I've discover the Toffee Mocha Frappaccino things have gotten a little interesting.  Normally, though I will just opt for one or the other and not both on the same day.  But, some days I'm cave to the pressure of the creamy, chocolaty sweetness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4.  Do 20 or more posts a month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, just look at the number over there on the right and you'll see what an epic fail this one is.  But, considering that each and everyday (I'm not kidding) I tell myself that I'm going to quit blogging all together, I think it should be considered good if I have 1 post per month. But I'll work on this.  Starting today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5.  Read at least one book per month.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pretty much do this. I've read some great books lately (and some really cruddy ones over the summer). I just need to do some book reviews--I'm a little behind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there you have it!  Not too bad. If I can maintain for 2 more months (really 3), then I would say it was a good year on the resolution-front.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh--and the most important thing about today...HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY MOMMY!!!! I love her and you'll get a post about her this week.  I have to convince her it's okay for me to put a pic of her on the www!  She's silly that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-430782893413600968?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/430782893413600968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=430782893413600968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/430782893413600968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/430782893413600968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/6-month-resolution-check-up.html' title='A 6 month Resolution Check Up'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKd-h_K8caI/AAAAAAAABqQ/bL80svgSufc/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1617776993706124212</id><published>2010-10-01T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T07:21:59.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Housekeeping Items</title><content type='html'>Today is housekeeping day.  No, not at my&lt;i&gt; house,&lt;/i&gt; but here on the blog...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.  Go over and visit my cousin Adrienne's blog, it's over there on the left...Adrienne in Morocco. She did a pretty long post on how things have been going for her. It's eye opening and you'll never be more thankful for a flushing toilet and a sink with water and soap. Leave her a comment...tell her how you got to her blog. I think she'd love some connection to the real world, so stop by and tell her hello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I've got a contest coming up when I get to 20,000 hits.  Watch for more details coming soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  My husband is smokin' hot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4.  The end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  I love ya, readers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Peace out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7.  I'm a dork.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1617776993706124212?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1617776993706124212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1617776993706124212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1617776993706124212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1617776993706124212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/10/housekeeping-items.html' title='Housekeeping Items'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-1967152245090920622</id><published>2010-09-29T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:48:14.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday--Dream Come True</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For this preschool paleontologist, it was a dream come true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKNDeOjiIvI/AAAAAAAABqI/REV2P9cqU5Q/s320/DSCN0623_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522331754668630770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more Wordless Wednesday, go over to the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.therhok.com"&gt;RHOK&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.5minutesformom.com"&gt;5Minutes4Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-1967152245090920622?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/1967152245090920622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=1967152245090920622&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1967152245090920622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/1967152245090920622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-wednesday-dream-come-true.html' title='Wordless Wednesday--Dream Come True'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKNDeOjiIvI/AAAAAAAABqI/REV2P9cqU5Q/s72-c/DSCN0623_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-4925725761594974332</id><published>2010-09-28T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:44:46.477-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfect Pairing'/><title type='text'>Perfect Pairings--1 Timothy, 4: 7-8</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know Perfect Pairings are done on Sundays, but I'm all wonky this week, so you're getting mine on a Tuesday. It never hurts to read scripture on another day other than Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; width: 540px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKJgn-Vo7qI/AAAAAAAABqA/6rhbuzEePWI/s320/DSCN0651.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522082332974575266" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Train yourself in godliness, for, while physical training is of some value, godliness is valuable in every way, holding promise for both the present life and the life to come.&lt;/i&gt; -- 1 Timothy 4: 7-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; width: 540px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; width: 540px; margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "&gt;This is a photo of me and kiddos before I left to go do the Komen run this past weekend. I feel it's important to keep yourself physically fit, but it's more important to be spiritually fit. (Doesn't Katie looked super thrilled to be having her picture taken. I'm lookin' pretty smokin' hot, too, huh? NOT!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-4925725761594974332?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/4925725761594974332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=4925725761594974332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4925725761594974332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/4925725761594974332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/09/perfect-pairings-1-timothy-4-7-8.html' title='Perfect Pairings--1 Timothy, 4: 7-8'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TKJgn-Vo7qI/AAAAAAAABqA/6rhbuzEePWI/s72-c/DSCN0651.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-571546373271334934</id><published>2010-09-27T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T11:56:17.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--What's Buggin' Ya?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun McLinkin' it up last week, that I thought I'd give it another go 'round this week, too. Plus, I don't have another post ready at this time.  And actually this week's question comes at an interesting time as I've been pretty darn tempted to give up blogging lately due to some blogs that aren't truthful.  So, before I get into that, here's the question that was posed this week:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your Pet Peeve?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First let's start with an IRL pet peeve of mine.  This totally chaps me every time time I see it...people who throw cigarette butts out their car windows. UGH--I hate that! Keep your nasty habit to yourself and in your own personal space and don't go junkin' up mine (and the rest of the world's) with your disgusting, stinky, grossness. Plus, it's not safe...you could start fires.  So, if you are a smoker and are reading this...keep your stink to yourself. Thankyouverymuch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have other IRL pet peeves, but that one is always at the top of my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, onto my virtual pet peeve.  The people who blog and are honest. I'm not talking about those crazies out there who blog with blatant lies. Those people are usually caught pretty quickly and called out on it. I'm talking about the ones who don't reveal the whole truth or are very vague about things or really over exaggerate things.  In other words, these people are NOT keepin' it real. Listen...we all have made mistakes in our lives, none of us are perfect moms, etc. Just be real about it.  I think it all ties back into that "perfectness" that Dawns Diversions blogged about a while ago.  Trying to portray that you live (or have always lived) the perfect life. No one does. So let's just be who we are...the &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt; who we are.  There's nothing worse than meeting a fellow blogger IRL or hearing a story or something about another blogger, and you end up saying, "Huh? Really? That's not what he/she said and/or acted like on their blog."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, let's keep the blog-o-sphere a peaceful, truthful place where when we read blogs we know that what we're reading is right on.  And I promise that this is going to be the last time I write about this (I hope).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love ya all!  And don't throw your cigs out of the car window.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-571546373271334934?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/571546373271334934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=571546373271334934&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/571546373271334934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/571546373271334934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/09/mclinky-monday-whats-buggin-ya.html' title='McLinky Monday--What&apos;s Buggin&apos; Ya?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-2008032208520509996</id><published>2010-09-20T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T18:17:39.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>McLinky Monday--What do you do?</title><content type='html'>As I sit here watching the season premier of &lt;i&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/i&gt; (YAHOOEEEEE!!!), I was trying to think what in the world to post about--big time writer's block. So I hopped on over the the RHOK to see what the McLinky was about. It looked pretty easy, so today, I'm McLinkin' it up. Check out the RHOK to see others.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://therhok.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The RHOK" src="http://i371.photobucket.com/albums/oo160/ajsouthern/RHOKBUTTON-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The question is "if you asked your child what your job is, what would they say?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I just asked my 5 year old and 7 year old and both of them said, "you don't have a job, you just hang out at home." (I'm a stay-at-home mom, though 'stay-at-home' isn't quite the right term). Yeah, thanks.  So I tried again..."when mommy worked at St. John what did I do." My 5 year old said, "I don't know, maybe rode on the elevator and looked at your computer." Well, it's been over a year since I quit my job so to a 3/4 year old, that's about right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Katie, on the other hand said, "I know! You worked on your computer and you put those commercials on TV and sometimes in magazines." Right on, smart girl.  "OH! And you did great, big parties with Jupiter jumps and pizza." Yes, she's right.  But to interpret what she's saying, let me tell you what my job was.  I did marketing/PR/advertising for nearly 10 years for St. John. I did an array things during my tenure there (which I loved my job, by the way, but I wanted to stay home...it's a long story what finally got me to the point of finally quitting). Anyway...it was a great job where I was out in the community, knew 'people' in the community, rubbed elbows and became friends with folks in the media, etc., etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and I planned some great parties for 25 people and 10,000 people (yes, THAT many people--crazy, I know). Don't let the secret get out that I'm a former event planner, there are several organizations and my kiddos school that might take advantage of my inability to say no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There you go...a very disorganized and botched post (sorry, my mind wasn't totally here, like I said, DWTS...I'm a little distracted).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gotta go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-2008032208520509996?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/2008032208520509996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=2008032208520509996&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2008032208520509996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/2008032208520509996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/09/mclinky-monday-what-do-you-do.html' title='McLinky Monday--What do you do?'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8863701255581447849.post-6714440360688196164</id><published>2010-09-15T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:31:45.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Only in Oklahoma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Singing Zombies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you live in Tulsa, surely, SURELY you've seen this.  If you don't live in Tulsa, let me introduce you to one of our best billboards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TJDmNYCpWCI/AAAAAAAABp4/5FuShJ49KzQ/s320/DSCN0649.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517162660995094562" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know, but every time I drive by this I just snicker...giggle...laugh out loud at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really, really love musicals (just ask my poor husband and kiddos who have to listen to me sing show tunes all the time), so this has got to be a great show! Never mind the chainsaws and blood, it's got SINGING ZOMBIES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Zombies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chainsaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;SINGING!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Must be Halloween season in Oklahoma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH--and what really makes it even funnier is that there is a church billboard right under it!  We're in the Bible belt you know--church on every corner.  Maybe the nice folks at City Church could say a little prayer for those singing zombies-I think they got a sidetracked (on Broadway) on their way to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8863701255581447849-6714440360688196164?l=threelittlelams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/feeds/6714440360688196164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8863701255581447849&amp;postID=6714440360688196164&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6714440360688196164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8863701255581447849/posts/default/6714440360688196164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://threelittlelams.blogspot.com/2010/09/singing-zombies.html' title='Singing Zombies'/><author><name>Alyssa:</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03406881044306604312</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TSTxeMRFjKI/AAAAAAAAB3M/loGNzIDOoCA/S220/Alyssa%2B028_3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fepCX8-j65M/TJDmNYCpWCI/AAAAAAAABp4/5FuShJ49KzQ/s72-c/DSCN0649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
