<?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-4821672763889979635</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:12:22.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A GLIMPSE INTO MY CRAZY MIND!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-6182074952059689361</id><published>2010-01-25T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T11:59:12.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Free of the DOC Band!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Everett got his DOC Band removed today. After 3 very annoying months of him wearing that band he is finally done. James took him to get it removed today. I wondered just how long it would take for him to hit his head. Before he would hit his head and none of us would flinch. Not even him. Since he had his helmet on we knew he couldn't hurt his head. Now he is helm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S133Oxx--rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IsOjjxXyVh4/s1600-h/IMG_2045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S133Oxx--rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IsOjjxXyVh4/s320/IMG_2045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430768558931901106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;et free. It took him less than 2 hours to hit his head and he screamed bloody murder!! Poor baby. Guess he will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S1337o8SXfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p6PVFu6vw50/s1600-h/IMG_2475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 207px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S1337o8SXfI/AAAAAAAAAQE/p6PVFu6vw50/s320/IMG_2475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430769329653308914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;have to learn not to slam his head into things anymore. We'll see how many bruises he gets over the next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-6182074952059689361?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/6182074952059689361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=6182074952059689361' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6182074952059689361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6182074952059689361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2010/01/free-of-doc-band.html' title='Free of the DOC Band!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S133Oxx--rI/AAAAAAAAAP0/IsOjjxXyVh4/s72-c/IMG_2045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-4439830831410609871</id><published>2010-01-10T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:38:24.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So, tomorrow I start my new job here in Connecticut. YIKES!! James is off the next two days so Everett does not start day care until Wednesday. I am totally freaking out about Wednesday. I am suppose to just drop my son off with these strangers and go to work and not worry. Yeah right. Those of you that know me know that I am an insane worrier. I do believe that my first day at work with him at day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;care is going to give me an ulcer!! I might act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ually throw up after I drop him off. I'm getting sick to my stomach just thinking about it. I visited a lot of centers in the past 2 months and chose this one. What if I chose the wrong one? Holy crap! James and I made a deal. I am going to give this job my very best for a few months. I will see if there is a real possibility of me building a clientele there or not. If there isn't I am gone. I will go back to staying home with Everett and we will just have to scrape by each month. Starting out I will only be making just barely enough to pay for day care so if I can't make more than that very quickly it just isn't worth it. Also, if Everett seems t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;o hate it we will yank him out. I really don't want to go back to work, but I really need to give it my very best shot. I know if I don't try to build&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; clientele here now I never will and I will always wonder if I could have. We will see how it goes. I will update you when I know more. BTW - here is a recent picture of Everett. Now you can see why I am reluctant to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oeb0j4PPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xSxo_LhDZQ8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 83px; height: 125px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oeb0j4PPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xSxo_LhDZQ8/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425182164435614962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;just drop him of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;f with some ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dom people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oecAx-ojI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pAyQh_pEbEA/s1600-h/standing%21%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oecAx-ojI/AAAAAAAAAPM/pAyQh_pEbEA/s320/standing%21%21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425182167715979826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-4439830831410609871?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/4439830831410609871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=4439830831410609871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/4439830831410609871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/4439830831410609871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oeb0j4PPI/AAAAAAAAAPE/xSxo_LhDZQ8/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-5252496060113660584</id><published>2009-09-05T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:34:25.137-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Neighbors!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ARE YOUR NEIGHBORS AS TRASHY AS MINE???? I THINK NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BY THE WAY THIS IS INCREDIBLY CLEANED UP COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;PARED TO NORMAL. WHAT YOU DON'T SEE IS THE BROKEN DOWN MINIVAN AND THE BROKEN BO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AT AND TH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;E 8 OTHER CHILDREN RUNNING AROUND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE STREET. THEY DON'T EVEN MOVE WHEN A CAR COMES. YOU HAVE TO HONK AT THEM SO THEY WILL MOVE ENOUGH FOR YOU TO GET BY. ALSO, THERE ARE NEVER ANY PARENTS AROUND. UNLESS IT IS 2 A.M. AND THEY ARE IN THE FRONT YARD WITH THEIR RADIO CRANKED UP AND ARE GETTING DRUNK. WE ARE NEVER GONNA BE ABLE TO SELL OUR HOUSE AND MOVE. OUR OTHER NICE NEIGHBORS ARE TRYING TO MOVE BECAUSE OF THESE PEOPLE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;HOA&lt;/span&gt; WHERE ARE YOU????&lt;br /&gt;(these are the best pics I could get without them spotting me. I'm not very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;stealth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;. I will try to get better pics later when all of their crap is out)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0p8RnhRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZdxlQJLfFNo/s1600-h/neighbor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0p8RnhRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZdxlQJLfFNo/s320/neighbor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378129906425627922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0o6rGuyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t99K0ybLbeQ/s1600-h/neighbor3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 146px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0o6rGuyI/AAAAAAAAAN8/t99K0ybLbeQ/s320/neighbor3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378129888815790882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0pYsp-MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Q4FaDhaOng/s1600-h/neighbor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0pYsp-MI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1Q4FaDhaOng/s320/neighbor2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378129896875358402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0oXCxI3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/M1RIjKnjGqc/s1600-h/neighbor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0oXCxI3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/M1RIjKnjGqc/s320/neighbor4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378129879251362674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-5252496060113660584?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/5252496060113660584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=5252496060113660584' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5252496060113660584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5252496060113660584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/09/neighbors.html' title='Neighbors!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SqL0p8RnhRI/AAAAAAAAAOM/ZdxlQJLfFNo/s72-c/neighbor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-409798276021705512</id><published>2009-06-23T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T20:59:11.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AZ weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>Had an awesome time in Arizona!!! Everett loves his Aunt Jen, Uncle David, cousin Taylor and cousin Trevor!!! Here are some pictures from our fun weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj4S6H9DI/AAAAAAAAANE/qO9KlUoCQUk/s1600-h/Jen+n+e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj4S6H9DI/AAAAAAAAANE/qO9KlUoCQUk/s320/Jen+n+e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350738019836490802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj39JVZgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gjnTx2ZQWc8/s1600-h/e+n+dozer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj39JVZgI/AAAAAAAAAM8/gjnTx2ZQWc8/s320/e+n+dozer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350738013994706434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj37vs8xI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Kz3OXH9MiXI/s1600-h/e+n+yrevy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj37vs8xI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Kz3OXH9MiXI/s320/e+n+yrevy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350738013618762514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj3vvYRNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8SV_mFKWg5I/s1600-h/d+n+e+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj3vvYRNI/AAAAAAAAAMs/8SV_mFKWg5I/s320/d+n+e+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350738010396181714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj3TY6ioI/AAAAAAAAAMk/08yFO4eBQjU/s1600-h/bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj3TY6ioI/AAAAAAAAAMk/08yFO4eBQjU/s320/bb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350738002785766018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-409798276021705512?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/409798276021705512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=409798276021705512' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/409798276021705512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/409798276021705512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/06/az-weekend.html' title='AZ weekend!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SkGj4S6H9DI/AAAAAAAAANE/qO9KlUoCQUk/s72-c/Jen+n+e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-4999692566272834298</id><published>2009-06-12T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T19:34:12.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NASTY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tonight I drove in James' car and was warned that it was messy. Boy was that an understatement! It was DISGUSTING!!! He has trash all over the floor and empty bottles of water everywhere. He has a couple of coffee mugs in there and a bag of sunflower seeds. Did I mention that he has not one but two bottles full of chewed up sunflower seeds. Talk about nasty. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SjMPc5gUGfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2rlJZGgFB4U/s1600-h/IMG00566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SjMPc5gUGfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2rlJZGgFB4U/s320/IMG00566.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634171766020594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;felt like I needed a hazmat suit to drive the thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SjMQD3FiypI/AAAAAAAAAMc/afpaBw10yp8/s1600-h/IMG00568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SjMQD3FiypI/AAAAAAAAAMc/afpaBw10yp8/s320/IMG00568.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346634841131764370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-4999692566272834298?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/4999692566272834298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=4999692566272834298' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/4999692566272834298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/4999692566272834298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/06/nasty.html' title='NASTY!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SjMPc5gUGfI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2rlJZGgFB4U/s72-c/IMG00566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-2829872562518456651</id><published>2009-05-08T16:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:27:35.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GET YOUR OWN MONEY JERKS!!!!!</title><content type='html'>JERKS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I have experienced our first bank account fraud. James noticed some weird charges on our account and sure enough someone has stolen our info!!! NO I DID NOT BUY ANYTHING FROM GERMANY OR FRANCE!!! I know times are tough, but get your own money. Please do not steal ours. Should've gone to Free Credit Report.com!!! James and I would not look good in pirate hats and we would not be nice to tourists in t-shirts.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SgS_Ku20ueI/AAAAAAAAAME/4lRnUSU1_ww/s1600-h/preview_320_260_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SgS_Ku20ueI/AAAAAAAAAME/4lRnUSU1_ww/s320/preview_320_260_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333598049811085794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-2829872562518456651?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/2829872562518456651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=2829872562518456651' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2829872562518456651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2829872562518456651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-your-own-money-jerks.html' title='GET YOUR OWN MONEY JERKS!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SgS_Ku20ueI/AAAAAAAAAME/4lRnUSU1_ww/s72-c/preview_320_260_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3777763579662491574</id><published>2009-05-04T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:12:58.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it all necessary or just overkill????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One thing you always hear about when you decide to have a baby is how much stuff you NEED to buy. They weren't kidding. There is a ton of things that a baby"needs". There is the pack-n-play, the crib, the changing table, the diaper champ, the bumpo, the boppy, the playmat, the swing, the bouncer, the high chair and the exersaucer just to name a few. (BTW We have all of these things) My question is, how much of this stuff do we actually need? James and I had this discussion. We determined that our parents raised us on half of this stuff and their parents raised them on practically none of this stuff. I am sure that there will be a time and a place for each of these items, but we haven't found that time yet. We have yet to really use the swing. We put him in it once for 5 minutes and that was it. Will I end up using it, or did I flush a little more than a hundred bucks?? The bouncer we have used a few times and I can see that we will probably use it more in the future but haven't yet. Again, a necessary item or did I waste like sixty bucks ?? The list goes on and on. I know the crib was necessary. We already use the crud out of that. Also, the diaper champ. We really use that thing. It helps keep that stink away. Anyway, I was just looking around my house at all of this stuff and wondering if it was all necessary. It may not all be necessary, but having it on hand just in case my boy needs it might be worth the money. Either that or I am just a sucker!! Hope he doesn't ask us for too much growing up. I know we will cave!!&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/4821672763889979635-3777763579662491574?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3777763579662491574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3777763579662491574' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3777763579662491574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3777763579662491574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/05/is-it-all-necessary-or-just-overkill.html' title='Is it all necessary or just overkill????'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-7717221128359767329</id><published>2009-04-29T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:17:30.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RAIN RAIN GO AWAY!!!</title><content type='html'>It has been raining here for what seems like FOREVER!!! It has quite literally been raining all day long today and they predict that it will rain more in the next few days! I thought it was Spring time. A time when the weather is suppose to be beautiful. Not sad and depressing. Stupid April showers! RAIN RAIN GO AWAY and once you are gone stay away. Oh well. At least it keeps me from having to water my lawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-7717221128359767329?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/7717221128359767329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=7717221128359767329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7717221128359767329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7717221128359767329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/04/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='RAIN RAIN GO AWAY!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-1781512389292295789</id><published>2009-04-22T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:18:40.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PART-TIMER</title><content type='html'>I am officially a part-time cosmetologist. I had planned on going back to work full-time after I had Everett, but James and I have decided that it would be best if I went back part-time. I wasn't sure how I would feel about it but I LOVE IT!!!! I am only working 3 days a week now Thursday, Friday and Saturday. I am so blessed to be able to have a family that I love and a job that I love as well and I get to have a balance between the two. I know that not a lot of people are lucky enough to have flexible jobs so I really feel blessed. There has only been one down side. I am having a hard time getting all of my clients in. They definitely have to either pre-book or call WAY ahead of when they want their appointment. It makes me feel bad, but not bad enough to go back to working full-time any time soon. I worry that I will lose a lot of clients but I don't want to give up any time with E. I am learning how to get in more than one client at a time which is working out well. We will see how it goes!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-1781512389292295789?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/1781512389292295789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=1781512389292295789' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/1781512389292295789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/1781512389292295789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/04/part-timer.html' title='PART-TIMER'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-2720516586786824799</id><published>2009-04-07T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T14:23:56.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My "Guard" Dogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdvEX7mhTeI/AAAAAAAAALo/g_n-qplUNmQ/s1600-h/PBA+Jan+2009+318small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdvEX7mhTeI/AAAAAAAAALo/g_n-qplUNmQ/s320/PBA+Jan+2009+318small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063300083666402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdvEX0S_dRI/AAAAAAAAALg/rP5Yzv1qJw4/s1600-h/IMG_2192small.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdvEX0S_dRI/AAAAAAAAALg/rP5Yzv1qJw4/s320/IMG_2192small.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322063298122708242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know James and I have two vbig dogs Camry and Rory. Our dogs have always been the type to lick a total stranger to death instead of bark at them. This always lead me to wonder whether or not they would protect me if there was an intruder or something. Today I found out the answer to my question. James and I are having a sprinkler system put in (finally - only 6 years late but whatever). I woke up this morning and looked out the window and all was normal. The dogs were in the yard playing and Everett and I were hangin in the house. A few hours later I looked out the back window again and there were flags all over he yard! The sprinkler guy had come out and flagged the whole yard. Do you know what this means? This means that a total stranger opened my back gate (where my two 70+ pound dogs were) and walked around the back yard putting his flags down while the dogs just watched him. They never let me know he was back there! I had no idea! Some guard dogs. Guess it's a good thing we have an alarm system since they aren't good for anything but hangin out, being cute and releasing those disgusting dog farts. Good thing I love them so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-2720516586786824799?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/2720516586786824799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=2720516586786824799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2720516586786824799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2720516586786824799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-guard-dogs.html' title='My &quot;Guard&quot; Dogs'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdvEX7mhTeI/AAAAAAAAALo/g_n-qplUNmQ/s72-c/PBA+Jan+2009+318small.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3087134319667504322</id><published>2009-04-02T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:05:14.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All good things must come to an end.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdUaSaJhnRI/AAAAAAAAALY/BvIZijXEV6I/s1600-h/one+month+pic+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 193px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdUaSaJhnRI/AAAAAAAAALY/BvIZijXEV6I/s320/one+month+pic+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320187438367350034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well the time has come. I have to return to work. "Maternity leave" is over as of tomorrow. I have been off for one full month and can't believe how fast it went. It's funny how I can dread something and look forward to something at the same time. I dread having to leave him but am thankful to be getting out of the house and back into a routine again. I also look forward to making a little money. We are gonna be broke soon if I don't go back. I am thankful that James was able to tweak his schedule enough that the first 2 weeks I am back at work he will be home with Everett. I am also thankful that after that I am blessed to have great friends caring for him. What a blessing. Well - Wish me luck! Hope I still know how to cut hair. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - This is Everett's one month old picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4821672763889979635-3087134319667504322?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3087134319667504322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3087134319667504322' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3087134319667504322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3087134319667504322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-good-things-must-come-to-end.html' title='All good things must come to an end.'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SdUaSaJhnRI/AAAAAAAAALY/BvIZijXEV6I/s72-c/one+month+pic+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-5184220539054723013</id><published>2009-03-10T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T10:56:39.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PICTURES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/Sbapq745AXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tatNnVBV3u8/s1600-h/IMG_1799piknikSMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/Sbapq745AXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tatNnVBV3u8/s320/IMG_1799piknikSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311619365625987442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HEY! CHECK OUT THE PICTURES I TOOK AND EDITED. PRETTY COOL HUH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/Sbapqxg_vVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HYBo8OMXriE/s1600-h/IMG_1708sepiaSMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 155px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/Sbapqxg_vVI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/HYBo8OMXriE/s320/IMG_1708sepiaSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311619362841410898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbapqvmxslI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2AxutafrEoI/s1600-h/Picnik+collageSMALL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbapqvmxslI/AAAAAAAAAJw/2AxutafrEoI/s320/Picnik+collageSMALL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311619362328785490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-5184220539054723013?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/5184220539054723013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=5184220539054723013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5184220539054723013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5184220539054723013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/03/pictures.html' title='PICTURES'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/Sbapq745AXI/AAAAAAAAAKA/tatNnVBV3u8/s72-c/IMG_1799piknikSMALL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-8776299915944173743</id><published>2009-03-08T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:33:28.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Everett</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQc_D7rOcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UfU-4DGFv9g/s1600-h/Cuter+than+daddy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQc_D7rOcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UfU-4DGFv9g/s320/Cuter+than+daddy+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310901730289596866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQc6YdmUsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PA7kBiYeFMM/s1600-h/Camry+and+Everett+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQc6YdmUsI/AAAAAAAAAJg/PA7kBiYeFMM/s320/Camry+and+Everett+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310901649901245122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQcuw8BO8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8nqW-J9hk3A/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Everett+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQcuw8BO8I/AAAAAAAAAJY/8nqW-J9hk3A/s320/Mommy+and+Everett+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310901450312858562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case you had not heard I have a son and he is extremely AWESOME!!!! Here are some pictures for you to look at! I LOVE THIS KIDDO!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-8776299915944173743?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/8776299915944173743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=8776299915944173743' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8776299915944173743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8776299915944173743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/03/more-everett.html' title='More Everett'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SbQc_D7rOcI/AAAAAAAAAJo/UfU-4DGFv9g/s72-c/Cuter+than+daddy+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-7957153868246361779</id><published>2009-03-02T08:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:59:34.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERETT ANDREW BURGESS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawQaou-dxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2_Z5qwhIDz0/s1600-h/IMG_1383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308636110560065298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawQaou-dxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2_Z5qwhIDz0/s320/IMG_1383.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawQEnh4l0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/WIFVRSH1cR0/s1600-h/IMG_1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308635732279596866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawQEnh4l0I/AAAAAAAAAIo/WIFVRSH1cR0/s320/IMG_1394.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawPYC8kLhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KCAnuzyvvtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308634966545149458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawPYC8kLhI/AAAAAAAAAIg/KCAnuzyvvtQ/s320/IMG_1412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;HE HAS ARRIVED!! EVERETT FINALLY DECIDED TO GRACE US WITH HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE MARCH 1, 2009 AT 10:52 A.M. HE WEIGHS 8 POUNDS AND 14 OUNCES AND IS 20 INCHES LONG!!! I JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HOW AMAZING HE IS!!! WE LOVE HIM!!! I KNOW YOU WILL TOO!!!&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/4821672763889979635-7957153868246361779?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/7957153868246361779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=7957153868246361779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7957153868246361779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7957153868246361779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/03/everett-andrew-burgess.html' title='EVERETT ANDREW BURGESS!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SawQaou-dxI/AAAAAAAAAIw/2_Z5qwhIDz0/s72-c/IMG_1383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-686192077679998817</id><published>2009-02-25T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T17:15:19.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Days to go!!!!!</title><content type='html'>HOLY CRAP!!! James and I only have 5 days until our little boy arrives.  I wish he would come today, but obviously it isn't up to me. The morning of March 3rd at 5 a.m. - (That's right I said 5!) we are heading to the hospital to makes this little guy come out whether he wants to or not! I would rather go into labor on my own and have tried to induce labor but have had no success. I didn't think it would take that much since I was already like 3cm and 80% effaced on Monday but I was wrong. I walked at a fast pace for 3 miles today and got no results. I ate pineapple, spicy food and did some jumping jacks. I think tonight I will try the warm relaxing bath thing! I have not tried the castor oil thing, mainly because I don't have any. Oh yeah I tried the pressure points in the hands and ankles thing today too. I am going for another walk with James tonight then I will take my bath. After that I QUIT! I will just lay around and wait til Tuesday morning!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-686192077679998817?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/686192077679998817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=686192077679998817' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/686192077679998817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/686192077679998817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/02/5-days-to-go.html' title='5 Days to go!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-8654166167091249321</id><published>2009-02-18T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T15:41:33.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on already!</title><content type='html'>James and I are ready for Everett to make his debut. I am tired of being pregnant! I am beyond done with it. Everyday James wishes for the baby to come out. I wish he would listen to his father already. Last week I went to the doctor and was at 2 cm and 60% effaced. Well I went to the doctor again today. I have not made much progress since last week. I am 2 cm and about 75% effaced. CRAP! Not what I was hoping for. I never imagined that this boy would want to hang out in my tummy so long. It can't possibly be that comfy in there. Oh well. Guess I will just have to get over it. I can't force him to come out. At least he will only hang out in there until the 3rd at the very latest. That really is only 12 days since today is almost over so it doesn't count and the 3rd doesn't count because we have to be there at like 4 a.m. OK that is the end of my rant. By the way. Are any of you aware of just how big 10 cm is? Here's a little visual in case you didn't know. YIKES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZych9ifMiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8mvd0p2LkZ4/s1600-h/dilate10.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZych9ifMiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8mvd0p2LkZ4/s400/dilate10.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304286568404431394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-8654166167091249321?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/8654166167091249321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=8654166167091249321' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8654166167091249321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8654166167091249321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/02/come-on-already.html' title='Come on already!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZych9ifMiI/AAAAAAAAAH4/8mvd0p2LkZ4/s72-c/dilate10.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-9010407372667788933</id><published>2009-02-09T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T09:19:11.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everett's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBfeVVepTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iu-fU1GXNiI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBfeVVepTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iu-fU1GXNiI/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300841736143021362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBbFuoAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1-H4_lF-6CI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBbFuoAS7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/1-H4_lF-6CI/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836915388369842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBbFfl31XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZRsUN48NVXM/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBbFfl31XI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZRsUN48NVXM/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836911352894834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBbFBdLhHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vKhAuVI-Ovw/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBbFBdLhHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/vKhAuVI-Ovw/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300836903263372402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well - Everett's room is just about ready! Just a few more things here and there and we should be in business. James and I are loving the way it turned out. Which is all that matters considering Everett doesn't have an opinion and won't for quite some time. What do you guys think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-9010407372667788933?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/9010407372667788933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=9010407372667788933' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/9010407372667788933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/9010407372667788933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/02/everetts-room.html' title='Everett&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SZBfeVVepTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/iu-fU1GXNiI/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-6131646635515759668</id><published>2009-01-27T18:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:56:49.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things about me!</title><content type='html'>Well - I was tagged by like 5 people so far so I figured I better so this. If these get lame I apologize. 25 is a lot to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sometimes I am truly amazed by how blessed I truly am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have an INCREDIBLE husband that I have been married to for more than eight and a half years. I can't believe he has stuck with me this long. I can be pretty difficult!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We are expecting our first child in less than 6 weeks. A little boy named Everett Andrew. I hope he looks like his daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My best friend lives a few states away. I use to fear that the distance would put a dent in that relationship, but it has actually gotten better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have 2 dogs that are both considered geriatric. One is now gimpy and we call her our 3 legged doggy. The other is over 11 and everyday I return home from work I fear that she will not come running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I have this insane need to make everything organized and clutter free. I am a planner and a preparer. The fact that I don't know the exact day and time of Everett's arrival is driving me nuts. I want to plan for it and can't!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I went back to college thinking that I would find some career that I would love more than cosmetology. I was wrong. I am now a cosmetologist with a bachelors degree in math and business. I am even considering getting my masters after the baby comes, but I can't justify it since I know I won't use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I LOVE my job. I have great clients and great co-workers. I work for myself, so my boss is pretty much the best boss ever. I make my own hours and my own rules. Could it get better than that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I have an older brother that I am so proud of. I brag about him to my clients all of the time. He is an incredible husband, father and minister. Oh yeah did I mention that he is currently working on his PHD? Like I said. He is AWESOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I can not wait to see James and Everett together. I just know he is going to be an incredible father and can't wait to witness it. He is so excited for Everett to come. Even more than me if that is possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I use to think that Facebook was lame but now spend an insane amount of time on it. It's addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. My favorite food is fruit. Almost any kind will do. Most of the time I prefer it over desserts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I HATE to own the same car for more than 2 years. It's a sickness really. Once we hit that 2 year mark I just feel the need to get a new car and I usually do. Which means we will ALWAYS be upside down on my cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I am half Chinese and sometime wish I were more. I wish I knew more about the Cantonese culture and knew how to speak more than a few words. I don't mind being white. I just sometimes think it would be cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have amazing friends here in Dallas. They are my family away from family. James and I could never get by without them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I think I might be the only person in the world left that doesn't have the internet on my phone. I am just too cheap to pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I will never understand how people can claim that an unborn child is not a life. There is a heartbeat at 8 weeks!! Especially those that think partial-birth abortion is ok. WHY? If you already have to deliver the baby just give it up for adoption. Killing is is unnecessary and disgusting! I am not just saying this because I am pregnant. I have always felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I have no sense of style. Seriously NONE. I can not dress myself properly or decorate my house well. I have to rely on the eye of others for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. I really don't like "reality" shows. I don't watch Dancing with the Stars, American Idol, Survivor or The Bachelor. I can however watch the Biggest Loser every now and then. Definitely not more than 2 weeks in a row, but every now and then if there is nothing else on I will watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I never care what a person's political views are nor so I care who they vote for as long as their decisions are fact based and researched. Nothing bothers me more than the people who make these important decisions just because. Then they complain about the way things are going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. I underwent some extremely painful and extensive facial surgery to fix my jaw with no problem and&lt;br /&gt;am not afraid to deliver a possibly 9 lb baby. The needle for the epidural however totally freaks me out!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. I use to love working out and had muscles and a six pack. Wonder if I will ever be there again. Considering the fact that you have to work out to get that - probably not. I hate working out now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. I can sleep anywhere! Plane, car, floor, chair or even in the shampoo bowls at work. I have no problem sleeping. I think it might be my favorite thing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. James and I made a rule that we go on one vacation every year to somewhere we have never been before. We have been able to do it so far. I wonder where we will go next year??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I have always been and will always be a tom-boy. I love sports and don't mind getting dirty! It's not my fault. I had brothers. If I wanted to play I had to play what they wanted to play. Which usually consisted of building forts and playing sports.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-6131646635515759668?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/6131646635515759668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=6131646635515759668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6131646635515759668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6131646635515759668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2009/01/25-random-things-about-me.html' title='25 random things about me!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-5063796659196147593</id><published>2008-12-29T20:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T20:45:55.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisa - You have to have a c-section....Just Kidding!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well as some of you know there have been a few minor bumps in the road during this pregnancy. Nothing that has ever been serious, but all still very annoying. One of those things was a low-lying or partial-covered placenta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just a brief explanation for those of you unfamiliar with the term. In the beginning of a person's pregnancy the placenta is located at the bottom of the uterus covering the birth canal. In a normal pregnancy the placenta will work its way up to the top of the uterus as the uterus expands. It remains at the top so that it is out of the way for the baby to come down the birth canal during delivery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my pregnancy the placenta has remained covering the birth canal making natural child birth impossible. They found this out at about 18 weeks along. I have gone to the doctor and been repeatedly checked to see if the placenta has moved out of the way. Every time they checked it my placenta had moved a tiny bit but not nearly enough to even consider natural child birth. I was going to have to have a c-section. At first I was kinda sad about this. I am not scared of c-sections, but I wanted the opportunity to at least try to give birth naturally. Since my last visit I had accepted the fact that I was having a c-section. No ifs, ands or buts about it. I started looking at all of the positives of them. There are actually quite a few. Let's do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well I went to the doctor today to have it checked yet again. I was thinking - What's the point? We already know how this is going to go. Then it happened. The news that surprised Me, James and even the docs. My placenta had moved. So much in fact that it was completely out of the way and a c-section was no longer necessary. I could deliver naturally. WHAT??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I was kinda glad, but at the same time I was already ok with having a c-section. Then they said it. WOW your baby is measuring a FULL week ahead and is in the 80th percentile. He now weighs about 4 pounds (a normal baby at this time is 3) and you are on track to have at least a 9 pound baby!!!! EXCUSE ME! So you're telling me that I am going to have a HUGE baby and I now have to have it naturally!!! GEEZ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am still a little unsure about how I feel about all of this. On one hand I am glad that things are going well enough that a c-section is not necessary. On the other hand, I am now fearing the natural birth of a large baby. Hmmmmm....&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/4821672763889979635-5063796659196147593?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/5063796659196147593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=5063796659196147593' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5063796659196147593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5063796659196147593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/12/lisa-you-have-to-have-c-sectionjust.html' title='Lisa - You have to have a c-section....Just Kidding!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3054573153219920026</id><published>2008-12-20T20:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T21:05:16.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting for a good cause!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SU3OaN8a05I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GCDz4RXjv0M/s1600-h/stool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SU3OaN8a05I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GCDz4RXjv0M/s320/stool.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282104887790457746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some recent belly pains in my ever expanding tummy I am forced to sit down as much as possible. Do they realize what I do for a living?? My job kinda requires me to stand up. I figured oh well - I will give it a try. Anything to make things go well for the little guy. I have a lovely little stool next to my station and I sit on it all the time. I sit on it to apply color, while my colors sit, to style and in between clients. However, I draw the line at sitting to cut. It is possible, but just ridiculous. I can't do it. Those of you that know me well know how hard this is for me. I HATE to just sit there. I feel like a lazy bum sitting down to work. Sometimes I feel like other clients look at me when they walk past and wonder what the heck is wrong with me that I sit to do hair. Nothing is wrong with me and I am sitting here like a lazy bum to keep it that way. QUIT STARING AT ME PEOPLE!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I am done venting. Thanks for listening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's working. The belly pains have stayed away since I have been doing this sitting thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-3054573153219920026?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3054573153219920026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3054573153219920026' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3054573153219920026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3054573153219920026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/12/sitting-for-good-cause.html' title='Sitting for a good cause!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SU3OaN8a05I/AAAAAAAAAHI/GCDz4RXjv0M/s72-c/stool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-9062513559465869571</id><published>2008-12-15T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:01:19.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SUcZ3N6h9gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_oDf8n98YnY/s1600-h/Christmas+Morning+%282%29.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SUcZ3N6h9gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_oDf8n98YnY/s320/Christmas+Morning+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280217524533851650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tagged by Julie Potts. I tag Jen, James, David and Jen B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The object of the picture tag is to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Choose the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4th&lt;/span&gt; folder where you store your pictures on your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Select the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;4th &lt;/span&gt;picture in the folder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt; people to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO CHEATING! (cropping, editing, etc!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Christmas 2007 at my Jen and Dave's house in Arizona. It was Christmas morning and the boys were opening all of their gifts. This is a picture of them going through their stockings. What a fun Christmas that was. It is so much more fun at Christmas when you can see it from a kid's perspective!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-9062513559465869571?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/9062513559465869571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=9062513559465869571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/9062513559465869571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/9062513559465869571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture.html' title='Picture!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SUcZ3N6h9gI/AAAAAAAAAHA/_oDf8n98YnY/s72-c/Christmas+Morning+%282%29.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-5738462283768663853</id><published>2008-12-03T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T20:14:53.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/STdYC4k5xhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KBnmJ66CIKM/s1600-h/christmas+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/STdYC4k5xhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KBnmJ66CIKM/s320/christmas+card.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275782295057974802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Every Year we send out Christmas cards. We generally send them to the same people every year. So why is it that every year I have a stack of cards for people that I do not have an address for??? These are people that I KNOW I sent a card to last year and I had their address then. Where did it go? Did it just disappear somewhere in my computer? Why is it not under the file in my documents that is labeled addresses? I have decided that it is like the sock and the dryer thing. Sometimes they just tend to disappear. Oh well! I will do like I do every year. Send out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;embarrassing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; "I lost your address" emails asking them for it.  So if you receive an email from me asking for an address do not be mad, your address has just gotten swallowed by my computer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-5738462283768663853?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/5738462283768663853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=5738462283768663853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5738462283768663853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/5738462283768663853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-cards.html' title='Christmas Cards'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/STdYC4k5xhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KBnmJ66CIKM/s72-c/christmas+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-1246367014147337028</id><published>2008-11-27T20:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T21:06:03.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Turkey Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS947et-QoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/f4LGUObaGnE/s1600-h/IMG_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS947et-QoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/f4LGUObaGnE/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273566651927642754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS947Hr2x0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LzIDTDEZQ5E/s1600-h/IMG00357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS947Hr2x0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/LzIDTDEZQ5E/s320/IMG00357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273566645744748354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS9465DmhQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q8IWVKdAkB4/s1600-h/IMG_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS9465DmhQI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Q8IWVKdAkB4/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273566641817814274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS946iXsiAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sU4ycq4FDN8/s1600-h/IMG00355.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS946iXsiAI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/sU4ycq4FDN8/s320/IMG00355.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273566635728078850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS946j4aWkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M4EXbL_vjVE/s1600-h/Cold+James.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS946j4aWkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/M4EXbL_vjVE/s320/Cold+James.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273566636133734978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and I had a great Thanksgiving Day!! We woke up and put the turkey in the oven. Then we hung out and watched the parade. After much more cooking we ate a ton of Thanksgiving Day food. Way more than we needed!!! Then we put on Planes, Trains and Automobiles. It is a classic Turkey day movie, but I still fell asleep. After that we went out to The Gaylord Texan to enjoy some Christmas decor and to freeze our butts off in their display of ice. Talk about incredible. Everything was so beautiful and we couldn't believe that some of it was really made of ice. They had ice trees, ice santa, ice gingerbread house, ice reindeer, an ice nativity scene and a huge ice slide at the end that James went down. It was all so amazing. Hope you en joy the pictures of our fun day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4821672763889979635-1246367014147337028?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/1246367014147337028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=1246367014147337028' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/1246367014147337028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/1246367014147337028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-turkey-day.html' title='Our Turkey Day!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SS947et-QoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/f4LGUObaGnE/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-6566693084487141022</id><published>2008-11-26T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T17:06:06.287-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stole James' Post Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Christmas Survey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? wrapping paper&lt;br /&gt;2. Real tree or Artificial? artificial - Much easier&lt;br /&gt;3. When do you put up the tree? Thanksgiving night - If I get it out&lt;br /&gt;4. When do you take the tree down? Day after Christmas&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you like eggnog? Yes&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite gift received as a child?Like I can remember that far back&lt;br /&gt;7. Hardest person to buy for? James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. Easiest person to buy for? The dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. Do you have a nativity scene? Yes A very cool one too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. Mail or email Christmas cards? Mail&lt;br /&gt;11. Worst Christmas gift you ever received? White elephant gift. Ceramic Holly Pig ( But it has been fun so far.&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite Christmas Movie? White Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;13. When do you start shopping? Mid to Late November&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever recycled a Christmas present? Uh Yeah&lt;br /&gt;15. Favorite thing to eat at Christmas?EVERYTHING I am not that picky when it comes to food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16.Lights on the tree? Well it would look like crap if you didn't&lt;br /&gt;17. Favorite Christmas song? Hmmm Don't know. They all tend to sound the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;18. Travel at Christmas or stay home? I would love to travel but James' job SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;19. Can you name all of Santa's reindeer's? Yes&lt;br /&gt;20. Angel on the tree top or a star? Star&lt;br /&gt;21. Open the presents&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve or morning? One on Christmas eve and the rest in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;22. Most annoying thing about this time of the year? the pressure of unnecessary gifts&lt;br /&gt;23. Favorite ornament theme or color? I like the ones from our past. Brings back memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;24. Favorite for Christmas dinner? I dig Jen's sweet Potato casserole and James' Fried Turkey&lt;br /&gt;25. What do you want for Christmas this year? I can not come up with anything. I have more than I would ever possibly need.&lt;/span&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/4821672763889979635-6566693084487141022?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/6566693084487141022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=6566693084487141022' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6566693084487141022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6566693084487141022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-stole-james-post-merry-christmas.html' title='I Stole James&apos; Post Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-974083042483069794</id><published>2008-11-25T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T07:16:42.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>Hey! My sister-in-law Jen sent me this video. Thought it was really cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eVqqj1v-ZBU&amp;amp;eurl=http://www.adventconspiracy.org/&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;Christmas Video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-974083042483069794?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/974083042483069794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=974083042483069794' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/974083042483069794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/974083042483069794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/11/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-5657376991432684558</id><published>2008-10-23T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:34:06.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>James and I High School Musical Style - My brother made this for me. 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He is such a goof ball!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3874666229903731108</id><published>2008-10-21T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:37:36.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>People have NO manners!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As I am sure everyone knows I am 20 weeks pregnant. I knew that I was eventually going to get people making stupid comments, I just didn't realize that it would be this early. Last week was the first week that I began to really show. I believe I have gained a total of 7 pounds so far. Totally normal. It's not like I have gained 50 pounds or anything. Anyways, today a lady looked at me and the first words out of her mouth were - Oh my gosh you have gotten soooo big. Are you sure you are not having twins because you look big enough to be having twins. I was like HUH?? No I am not having twins. She says - Are you sure because you look really big? Then she says - How many weeks are you? I told her, and she says Well I guess that's normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; REALLY?? Did she just say that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As you can guess I was so mad. My next thought was - Go ahead and have a seat and let me use these very sharp shears on your head!!! She's lucky that she didn't leave bald. Too bad I am way too chicken to ever take revenge through a haircut. Guess I should just prepare myself for this kind of stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4821672763889979635-3874666229903731108?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3874666229903731108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3874666229903731108' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3874666229903731108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3874666229903731108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/10/people-have-no-manners.html' title='People have NO manners!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3145006392763908539</id><published>2008-10-02T08:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T08:33:40.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy dreams!</title><content type='html'>Everyone told me about these crazy dreams that I might start getting once I got pregnant. Boy were they not kidding. They began pretty early on in my pregnancy and have just gotten progressively weirder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had a dream that I was floating down some insane rapids on a child size floaty with some friends from high school. I almost died. When we got to the end one of them had found 40 bucks. The 40 bucks was the change that I keep for customers at work I blamed one of them for stealing it and ran off. All of the sudden I was at work and was yelling at the owner about someone stealing squirts of my conditioner. I told her that if she didn't get a handle on these people stealing my stuff I was leaving. Then I was instantly somewhere else. I don't know what any of this is about. I guess because I am not pleased with the owner and have been considering a salon move after the baby comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and went back to sleep and then came the AWFUL dream. It was about Rory our youngest dog. I  had a dream that she was too sick to continue living. So while we were at my grandmas old house in Arizona I decided to cut off her legs. All but one came off easily with a plastic knife and with no blood whatsoever. The last one started to bleed so I didn't remove that one. (Creepy) So there she is with one leg (I'm sure this came from the fact that she only has the use of 3 legs and I feel like it''s our fault for not fixing her 4th one) Then I decide to remove her ear, just one though. Then I say - Well I guess she's not gonna die like this - the EASY way so lets take her to the vet to have her put to sleep. (hmmmm) I get in the car carrying her (cuz she can't walk without legs) and Mike is driving the car. (This comes from discussing riding with him and Jen on Friday) We get to the vet and they come out with a stretcher for her. All of the sudden Mike is James. We are holding her down so they can give her the shot. Suddenly Rory turns into a screaming baby. WHAT!! I started screaming and crying. Then I woke up in tears. This was probably the craziest dream I have had so far. Please don't try and have me committed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-3145006392763908539?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3145006392763908539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3145006392763908539' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3145006392763908539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3145006392763908539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/10/crazy-dreams.html' title='Crazy dreams!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3888236721703414619</id><published>2008-09-26T16:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T16:50:14.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Styrofoam Cups</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SN1yJ9rmsFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NJv_VPcZ7f8/s1600-h/Cup.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Last night I had this monster headache. Ya know. The kind where it is actually pounding in your head and you can’t stand the sound of even your own thoughts. Well, because I am pregnant the only thing I can take for headaches is Tylenol. Tylenol sucks. It does not give me any relief at all. The only thing that gives me even temporary relief is caffeine. So my wonderful husband went out of his way to stop at Jack in the Box to get me some much desired curly fries and to pick me up a soda that would help relieve my headache. I was so glad when he arrived at our house with the soda in hand. It was huge! It was like one of those 44 oz cokes. Of course I would never drink that much but whatever. I took a total of 5 sips of my soda and the bottom of my Styrofoam cup fell out. SODA EVERYWHERE!! It was all over the carpet. It took 6 towels and a lot of scrubbing with Resolve to get it all out. As you can imagine I was thrilled. Not only was my headache not gone it was worse from the fumes of the Resolve. James had stepped out for a second so it was all up to me to get the stains out. They came out, but it took FOREVER!!! So in a nutshell I HATE STYROFOAM CUPS!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SN1yJ9rmsFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NJv_VPcZ7f8/s1600-h/Cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SN1yJ9rmsFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NJv_VPcZ7f8/s320/Cup.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250478256085708882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/Lisa/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot-5.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-3888236721703414619?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3888236721703414619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3888236721703414619' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3888236721703414619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3888236721703414619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/09/stupid-styrofoam-cups.html' title='Stupid Styrofoam Cups'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SN1yJ9rmsFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NJv_VPcZ7f8/s72-c/Cup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-3668171125574783993</id><published>2008-09-25T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:29:00.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey from Jen B</title><content type='html'>Jen tagged me in her blog. So here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Where was I 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm Well that was 1998. I was a senior in high school and was working at a restaurant as a hostess. LAME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What was on my To Do List today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hit 3 different beauty supply stores and then went to work. Then I came home to cook dinner but James suggested he pick up dinner. I didn't argue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What would I do if I were a billionaire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whole heck of a lot. Tons of donating and tons of paying things off. Then a lot of buying stuff for family and investing. Plus lots of travel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 5 Places I've Lived:&lt;br /&gt; Peoria Az - With my mom&lt;br /&gt; Glendale Az - With my dad&lt;br /&gt; Phx Az - First apartment with James&lt;br /&gt; Allen Texas - When we first moved here and got an apartment&lt;br /&gt; Anna Texas - Our first and current home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Bad Habits:&lt;br /&gt;Being so negative and critical&lt;br /&gt;I have many more flaws, but I think that is one of my worst&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-3668171125574783993?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/3668171125574783993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=3668171125574783993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3668171125574783993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/3668171125574783993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/09/survey-from-jen-b.html' title='Survey from Jen B'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-7659270298203522930</id><published>2008-08-28T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:04:08.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gender of Our Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SLdXpxIAxFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KeR4rb9PO3Y/s1600-h/12+wk+US.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SLdXpxIAxFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KeR4rb9PO3Y/s320/12+wk+US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239753066542056530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK! So Monday I went to the doctor to get my early pregnancy screening. It is done at 12 weeks and they test for downs and other chromosomal defects. They test your blood and do an ultrasound. Then about 3 weeks later they do another blood test and compare everything. So far all of our tests  have come back  great. We now just have to wait for that last blood test. Even this early in the pregnancy at these visits they can sometimes tell you the sex of your baby. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever since we found out that we were pregnant James and I had decided that we were going to have a girl. Even though we had no evidence of a girl we just assumed that is what we were having. We had a name picked out and were ready to hear the news. Then it happened. I was at the doctor and got the news. It's a BOY! Imagine my shock. I questioned the doctor. I wanted to know how sure he was and how he could possibly know that it was a boy. Well he proceeded by zooming in on the part of the baby that makes it being a boy a dead give away. I was convinced. Then when I left I felt really bad about being SLIGHTLY shocked. An hour later I was thrilled. I had decided that this was going to be great. A little boy!! WOO HOO!!! &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Later that evening when James arrived home I delivered the great news. His response.... REALLY??? That was exactly what I said to the doc. REALLY??? He was a little shocked too. Then, just like me   about an hour later he was thrilled. It took him all of 15 minutes to get on the Polo Baby website and pick out about $250 worth of boy clothes. (It could be more but thank goodness he didn't actually  buy it... YET)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So there you have it. We are having a baby boy and we can't wait to meet him. &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/4821672763889979635-7659270298203522930?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/7659270298203522930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=7659270298203522930' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7659270298203522930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7659270298203522930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/08/gender-of-our-baby.html' title='The Gender of Our Baby!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SLdXpxIAxFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/KeR4rb9PO3Y/s72-c/12+wk+US.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-8742163588592029345</id><published>2008-08-23T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:23:52.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SLDiQu8lm_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MlS4lZ6EGow/s1600-h/We+are+cute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SLDiQu8lm_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MlS4lZ6EGow/s320/We+are+cute.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237935143739825138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK! So I know James has blogged about our vacation like 5 times by now, but I still have to do my blog. We had a GREAT and lazy time. We woke up everyday to our mountain view and had breakfast in bed and stayed there for an hour or two. Then we got ready for our day and headed down the mountain to the lake areas. We grabbed lunch each day and ate it on the beach or atop the mountains. I love picnics. We spent the afternoons hiking and hanging out. Then it was off to dinner. One night we took a small yacht cruise around the lake and ate lobster and chicken. YUM! The last night we went to a Shakespeare festival on the lake and had dinner there. It was really fun. The we had to go home, but not before we gambled a little. James came out on top and I lost just as much as he won. So we came out even. Not too bad. We had a really great trip and can't wait to plan our next one!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4821672763889979635-8742163588592029345?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/8742163588592029345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=8742163588592029345' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8742163588592029345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8742163588592029345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SLDiQu8lm_I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MlS4lZ6EGow/s72-c/We+are+cute.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-7554445629677145411</id><published>2008-08-11T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T17:10:59.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Questionnaire About My Hubby!</title><content type='html'>What is his name? James Everett Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you been married? 8 years &amp;amp; 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long did you date? only 1 year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old is he? 28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who eats more sweets? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... That's a close one, but I have to lean toward James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who said I love you first? Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is taller? James&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can sing better? James by far. Have you ever heard me sing. Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is smarter? It depends on what kind of smarts you are referring to. He is smarter at real life things and I am more book smart. ( aka nerdy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does the laundry? Yeah. That would be me, but it's because I have more time than he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who pays the bills? James does. I guess he doesn't trust my math skills. Did anyone tell him I was a math major?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? If you're looking at the bed - I do. Any side I sleep on is the right side. The other side is just wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who mows the lawn? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... well James usually does, but I have done it more than him this year. I told him I didn't wanna do it anymore so he is gonna do it from here on out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cooks dinner? That would be me. Unless I am not feeling great then James will make my soup for me, but he will complain while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Who drives?James does. I like to nap in the car. I am usually asleep if the ride is 20 minutes or longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is more stubborn? That is an impossible question because we are both impossible. However, this trophy probably goes more to me. SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who kissed who first? James tried to kiss me once and I told him no. OOPS. Then he tried again a little later and I let him kiss me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who asked who out first? We never really went out. We were friends and then we just started making out. Romantic I know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who proposed? He did. Took me to the Melting Pot for my birthday and then took me to a mountain called the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pointe&lt;/span&gt;. You can see the entire city of phoenix from there. We walked to the top and were the only people up there (it was restricted). He proposed up there. I thought he was joking at first, but quickly learned that he was serious. Leave it to me to ruin another nice moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who has more siblings? I do. i have 1 brother, 2 half-brothers, 1 step-sister, and 1 step-brother.&lt;br /&gt;He only has 1 brother and 1 sister.  I totally kicked his butt on this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who wears the pants? James. Hello - He is the one in retail. Any pants I wear he picked out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-7554445629677145411?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/7554445629677145411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=7554445629677145411' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7554445629677145411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7554445629677145411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-questionnaire-about-my-hubby.html' title='Fun Questionnaire About My Hubby!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-7871354895201973454</id><published>2008-07-22T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T17:13:46.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lonely in Dallas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family: verdana;"&gt;So James left Dallas on Saturday to go to New Jersey for a work thing. He will not return until Thursday evening. YUCK!! I know you are all thinking BIG DEAL! You should be use to him traveling by now Lisa. Well I am not. He has not traveled basically this whole year. I got use to him being around. Plus I have been really needy and clingy to him lately. Which I am sure he is glad to have a break from. It wouldn't be so bad except that I really can't even talk to him. He is up and at a meeting before I wake up and stays in those meeting ALL DAY LONG. He even has to eat his lunch in those meetings. Poor Guy. After his long day of meetings he has to go to dinner with these people where they basically have another mini meeting. Then he gets back to his hotel around 11:30 our time. At that time I am getting in bed. So he calls and we say goodnight. Today the first time I got to even say hello to him was 5:10 p.m. The next time I talk to him will be close to midnight to say goodnight. Thank goodness it is almost over!!!! COME HOME JAMES!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-7871354895201973454?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/7871354895201973454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=7871354895201973454' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7871354895201973454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7871354895201973454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/07/lonely-in-dallas.html' title='Lonely in Dallas!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-8106184334710503057</id><published>2008-07-19T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:04:24.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My hilarious brother and his causes!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Ok. So my brother is so funny. He is a youth minister and is always doing fund raisers  and different things to help out the community. His newest thing is trying to raise money to purchase backpacks and supplies for kids that can't afford it. He created this hilarious video to play at his church to try and raise money for the cause. It is the funniest thing. So, if you want to watch my brother and nephews in their goofy video here is the link. I suggest you watch it. My brother is such a dork.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwestyouth.com/Index/Blog/Blog.html"&gt;http://www.nwestyouth.com/Index/Blog/Blog.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Click on this link and go to his Backpack Promotional Video&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/4821672763889979635-8106184334710503057?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/8106184334710503057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=8106184334710503057' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8106184334710503057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/8106184334710503057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-hilarious-brother-and-his-causes.html' title='My hilarious brother and his causes!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-146387165880742366</id><published>2008-07-14T09:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:42.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Houston Weekend!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8SDx1FbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/96ndHU1vJ28/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8SDx1FbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/96ndHU1vJ28/s320/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222904842560017842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8SfOGnhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pu_0bTCd2Hg/s1600-h/IMG_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8SfOGnhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/pu_0bTCd2Hg/s320/IMG_0030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222904849926364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8Stafo_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/O8OJW3JnlC0/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8Stafo_I/AAAAAAAAAEM/O8OJW3JnlC0/s320/IMG_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222904853736432626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8TCPDEDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dUsM4w2yJV4/s1600-h/IMG_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8TCPDEDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/dUsM4w2yJV4/s320/IMG_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222904859325567026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun weekend in Houston with our new nephew Reilly. He is such a good baby. He never cries or freaks out. I am so glad that we had the opportunity to go visit with Rob, Katie and Reilly. Isn't he cute!!!  I know that most of you never thought you would see the day, but there it is. James is actually holding a baby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-146387165880742366?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/146387165880742366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=146387165880742366' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/146387165880742366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/146387165880742366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-houston-weekend.html' title='Our Houston Weekend!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHt8SDx1FbI/AAAAAAAAAD8/96ndHU1vJ28/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-2106492505902150033</id><published>2008-07-08T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:43.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man They Are Cute!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLS44YGI/AAAAAAAAADM/cIuVSxWWClU/s1600-h/boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLS44YGI/AAAAAAAAADM/cIuVSxWWClU/s320/boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846440589844578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at my very cute nephews and their new pictures.  I love how their little personalities are captured in these photos. Man I miss these kiddos!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLTx30FI/AAAAAAAAADc/SCjqyzcnU0c/s1600-h/cutie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLTx30FI/AAAAAAAAADc/SCjqyzcnU0c/s320/cutie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846440828883026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQs9T4fv_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/hIruhEDEL6E/s1600-h/Tay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQs9T4fv_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/hIruhEDEL6E/s320/Tay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220847299850125298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLtRDKSI/AAAAAAAAADk/ay8PNF04Tlk/s1600-h/heartbreaker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLtRDKSI/AAAAAAAAADk/ay8PNF04Tlk/s320/heartbreaker.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846447670536482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLwcYWOI/AAAAAAAAADs/5awutGh36Hs/s1600-h/Trev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLwcYWOI/AAAAAAAAADs/5awutGh36Hs/s320/Trev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220846448523368674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-2106492505902150033?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/2106492505902150033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=2106492505902150033' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2106492505902150033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2106492505902150033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/07/man-they-are-cute.html' title='Man They Are Cute!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SHQsLS44YGI/AAAAAAAAADM/cIuVSxWWClU/s72-c/boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-2234545569148856813</id><published>2008-07-05T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:43.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Nephew Reilly!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SG_dBTEMpYI/AAAAAAAAADE/rHpQmugw6hw/s1600-h/reilly+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SG_dBTEMpYI/AAAAAAAAADE/rHpQmugw6hw/s320/reilly+056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219633507513181570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's Here!! Our new nephew Reilly was born very very early this morning. He is 7 pounds and 2 ounces. Our little July 5th nephew. I can not wait until next weekend when we can go down to Houston and meet the little guy. He looks very squeezable!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-2234545569148856813?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/2234545569148856813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=2234545569148856813' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2234545569148856813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2234545569148856813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-nephew-reilly.html' title='New Nephew Reilly!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SG_dBTEMpYI/AAAAAAAAADE/rHpQmugw6hw/s72-c/reilly+056.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-6871466087729431249</id><published>2008-07-02T20:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:43.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made My Day!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGxMavvCYqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5V-IExsB3nw/s1600-h/Gift+from+the+Yees.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGxMavvCYqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5V-IExsB3nw/s320/Gift+from+the+Yees.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218630090589627042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Imagine coming home to this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool Huh! David my wonderful brother and Jennifer my fabulous sister-in-law (along with my GREAT nephews Taylor ad Trevor who I am sure contributed a lot) sent us this Bonsai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask?? It is because they are sweet people. They saw this plant and decided it fit our style. They were right. What a nice way to end a long day. Thanks guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-6871466087729431249?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/6871466087729431249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=6871466087729431249' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6871466087729431249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6871466087729431249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/07/made-my-day.html' title='Made My Day!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGxMavvCYqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/5V-IExsB3nw/s72-c/Gift+from+the+Yees.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-6555040533250154039</id><published>2008-06-23T20:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:43.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun AZ Weekend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBrphgDvOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F7jV_guSAtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBrphgDvOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F7jV_guSAtQ/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215286729606675682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBnuXW3FII/AAAAAAAAACc/HfoE_ODrI8k/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBnuXW3FII/AAAAAAAAACc/HfoE_ODrI8k/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215282414736577666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend i had the great opportunity to fly home to Arizona for my nephew Taylors 6th birthday. What a fun weekend. First, we had Taylor's party. David and Jen had set up the entire backyard as a water park for him. Waterslides, slip n slides, little pools, water guns and water balloons. We had a really good time. The next day we went to a hotel and stayed there for the night because that is what Taylor wanted to do as a present. This hotel is cool. It had huge pools, waterslides and a lazy river. We spent two days hangin by the pool and of course eating food. We relaxed and just enjoyed the sunny days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBl8G-lKwI/AAAAAAAAACU/MFgKMT449Ig/s1600-h/IMG_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBl8G-lKwI/AAAAAAAAACU/MFgKMT449Ig/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215280451834686210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I was given the opportunity to go back home and visit some of my favorite people in the world. By the way, in case you didn't notice one of those favorite people is Batman. Trevor got this mask and didn't take it off all weekend long. Way too cute. I sure do love those kiddos. Can't wait to go back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBnvPbfYBI/AAAAAAAAACs/_MVVt68iocQ/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBnvPbfYBI/AAAAAAAAACs/_MVVt68iocQ/s320/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215282429788381202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-6555040533250154039?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/6555040533250154039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=6555040533250154039' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6555040533250154039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6555040533250154039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-az-weekend.html' title='Fun AZ Weekend!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SGBrphgDvOI/AAAAAAAAAC0/F7jV_guSAtQ/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-2336308249542713107</id><published>2008-06-18T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T20:12:30.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a Jerk!!!</title><content type='html'>I am such a jerk! Tonight I helped out at VBS.  Needless to say I went home tired and a little bit annoyed.  James had gone home early in order to get some homework done. When I arrived home he was sitting on the couch. Of course I jumped all over the fact that he hadn't done his homework yet. I was wondering what the heck he had done with his time. He was not thrilled with me and my attitude. DUH!! Anyway, he is sitting on the couch reading e-mails and I started putting away laundry. While I was putting it away I noticed a bag. Yep! You guessed it. It was a present from James. He had gotten me, and for no reason I might add, a new and fabulous bag, a very cool patch to put on that bag and a new Disney movie for my collection. Yep! Exactly right. I SUCK!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-2336308249542713107?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/2336308249542713107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=2336308249542713107' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2336308249542713107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/2336308249542713107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/06/such-jerk.html' title='Such a Jerk!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-646961216100901919</id><published>2008-06-01T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:44.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Ring!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Ok so today James and I went to Jared's to look around. We both agreed that we would NOT buy anything. The diamond from my engagement ring is well over 100 years old and has had some damage from being that old. We had decided to remove the diamond from the ring and place it in a necklace to protect it from further damage. When we got to the jeweler we were very disappointed. They told us that the diamond had received far too much damage to even be removed. They feared that removing the diamond would cause it to completely fall apart. We would have to sign a waiver releasing them from any responsibility for damage to the diamond. The lady told us that the ring was totally worthless. My first reaction was YOU B*%#H. I was ticked. The ring is worth a lot to me. It came from James' side of the family and was passed down. I LOVE IT! I was really upset. Anyway, I was totally unwilling to sign that release form so James came up with a new idea. Just get a new ring and leave the original one alone to preserve it. We started looking around and found a ring that looked EXACTLY like this one. The only problem was that the price was a little high.  No thank you. Well the lady pulled out this ring to see if it was a little smaller and cheaper. Well when she looked at them together we quickly realized that it was not smaller but exactly the same. Much to our surprise the price was more than half the price of the other one. HECK YEAH!!! We checked out the rings and decided that there was no difference between the two. She came to the conclusion that the cheaper ring had been mis-priced. She said there was no way it was that cheap. We said - Tough crap for you guys. We'll take it! So I got a new ring and can feel better about keeping the original one safe.YIPPEE!!! I love it. What do you think about it???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENugq0fCNI/AAAAAAAAACE/1KUeDqRLA6k/s1600-h/IMG_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENugq0fCNI/AAAAAAAAACE/1KUeDqRLA6k/s320/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207127101699721426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENug60fCOI/AAAAAAAAACM/3v_iB3_7vms/s1600-h/IMG_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENug60fCOI/AAAAAAAAACM/3v_iB3_7vms/s320/IMG_0005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207127105994688738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENugK0fCMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/511eWQGX93k/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENugK0fCMI/AAAAAAAAAB8/511eWQGX93k/s320/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207127093109786818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-646961216100901919?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/646961216100901919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=646961216100901919' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/646961216100901919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/646961216100901919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-new-ring.html' title='My New Ring!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SENugq0fCNI/AAAAAAAAACE/1KUeDqRLA6k/s72-c/IMG_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-6039683636400466319</id><published>2008-05-26T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:45.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDuBiK0fCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/bphUJ1-5g0E/s1600-h/DOGS-MY-SPACE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDuBiK0fCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/bphUJ1-5g0E/s320/DOGS-MY-SPACE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204896218376767586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDuBi60fCHI/AAAAAAAAABM/yHt9VlE0P-Y/s1600-h/Thanksgiving+Louisiana+2007+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDuBi60fCHI/AAAAAAAAABM/yHt9VlE0P-Y/s320/Thanksgiving+Louisiana+2007+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204896231261669490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am sitting on the couch with my husband next to me and my girls at my feet. James picked a movie and put it on. As most of you know that means that he is now asleep. The dogs are asleep too. This is usually what happens on a normal week night at our house. James and the girls fall asleep and I stay up. You might think that this sounds boring, but as I sit here I can't help but think about how blessed I am. I have a wonderful husband that loves me and there is no doubt about it. He is home with me every night and takes great care of me. I have a great home, great friends , great family and of course adorable dogs. The amount of blessings that I have  is INSANE!!! Stop and count yours. I bet there are way more than you ever thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-6039683636400466319?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/6039683636400466319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=6039683636400466319' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6039683636400466319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/6039683636400466319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-family.html' title='My Family!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDuBiK0fCGI/AAAAAAAAABE/bphUJ1-5g0E/s72-c/DOGS-MY-SPACE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-4629233832383141711</id><published>2008-05-19T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:45.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the gym!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDH156FId8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EMv8xm4V__g/s1600-h/workout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDH156FId8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EMv8xm4V__g/s320/workout.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202209419781765058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDH16KFId9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uRi8Ajw4zK4/s1600-h/workout2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDH16KFId9I/AAAAAAAAAA8/uRi8Ajw4zK4/s320/workout2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202209424076732370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! I have got this plan to go to the gym three times a week. Now that I no longer have school i no longer have an excuse not to go. The plan is to go to the gym three times a week and play volleyball once a week and play softball once a week. That's five days of something active. So far so good. I will definitely be able to go three times this week. The question is will I be able to do it next week. I tend to get lazy! Wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-4629233832383141711?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/4629233832383141711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=4629233832383141711' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/4629233832383141711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/4629233832383141711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/05/back-to-gym.html' title='Back to the gym!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SDH156FId8I/AAAAAAAAAA0/EMv8xm4V__g/s72-c/workout.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-1453466868491580107</id><published>2008-05-14T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:54:46.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK26FId5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ddN_HeisUG8/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Graduation+Party+055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK26FId5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ddN_HeisUG8/s320/Lisa%27s+Graduation+Party+055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402870637721490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK26FId6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/07zZNDr16hc/s1600-h/Pics+From+Alan+Camera+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK26FId6I/AAAAAAAAAAk/07zZNDr16hc/s320/Pics+From+Alan+Camera+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402870637721506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK5aFId7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZxgQLuPcqFU/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Graduation+Party+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK5aFId7I/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZxgQLuPcqFU/s320/Lisa%27s+Graduation+Party+022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200402913587394482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuGy6FId4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/o7nvtZPQ1ws/s1600-h/Lisa%27s+Graduation+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuGy6FId4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/o7nvtZPQ1ws/s320/Lisa%27s+Graduation+014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200398403871733634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have graduated!!! I'm sorry - I don't think you heard me. I said - I HAVE GRADUATED!!!!! Now - I assume you are smiling and jumping with excitement which is the response I expect from you all. I could not be more excited to be graduated. I was a little nervous about my grades this past semester, but as usual I was just being crazy. I ended the semester with 4 A's and 2 B's. Much better than expected. YIPPEE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take this moment to thank everyone for coming to my party and celebrating with me. I am especially thankful for my wonderful family that flew all the way from Arizona to spend this time with me. Last but certainly not least I thank my fabulous husband James. James supported me for the past 3 and a half years while I attended school. He put up with my craziness and stress and stayed home with me all of those nights so I could do homework. Boring I'm sure, but he still did it. To top it off he threw me a super fun party complete with some good food, some great family and friends and best of all some fun karaoke. I still can't believe we got our friends to participate in that one. I had a blast! It makes me want to go get my Masters or even my PhD so I can have another party. --- Probably not!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-1453466868491580107?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/1453466868491580107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=1453466868491580107' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/1453466868491580107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/1453466868491580107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/05/graduation.html' title='Graduation!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/SCuK26FId5I/AAAAAAAAAAc/ddN_HeisUG8/s72-c/Lisa%27s+Graduation+Party+055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4821672763889979635.post-7602174723449906925</id><published>2008-05-14T15:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T15:59:17.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog!!</title><content type='html'>Hello World!! I am here!! I now have a blog. I have given into peer pressure and here it is. Now that I am done with school I should have tons of time to share my thoughts and ideas with all of you. I know that you just can't wait to read what I have to say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4821672763889979635-7602174723449906925?l=lisaburgess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/feeds/7602174723449906925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4821672763889979635&amp;postID=7602174723449906925' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7602174723449906925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4821672763889979635/posts/default/7602174723449906925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisaburgess.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16249447061677442265</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nkoTWMNNfU8/S0oe3ieCLsI/AAAAAAAAAPU/c3hzaEzxjXo/S220/us.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
