<?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-35419148</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:34:06.260-08:00</updated><category term='I am back'/><title type='text'>LIVE * LOVE * LAUGH... EVERYDAY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-4015519335106071254</id><published>2009-07-12T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:42:36.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17....</title><content type='html'>So I spoke to my father today.  I was so nervous but completely filled with joy to find out nothing was really as it seemed all these years.  I have found that I have a brother, and a niece and I am so excited about the prospect of building a new relationship with all of them.  Its amazing how you can see things thru only one prospective for so long and in an instant something that seem so permanent in your life changes and makes a new impression on the road you set ahead.  For as long as I can remember I thought this day would never come, but here it is.  I am thankful for having an amazing dad for as long as I did and he will always be just that in my heart but feel so thankful that my father has found his way back to me(or maybe that I dragged him back with my email lol) either way he is here and willing to be apart of my life.  So 17 in my list is crossed off Call my father. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;s&gt;  Call my Father&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-4015519335106071254?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4015519335106071254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=4015519335106071254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4015519335106071254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4015519335106071254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/17.html' title='17....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-1560866538613500874</id><published>2009-07-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T23:05:56.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing on a star.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SlbaPVD8yvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AqC4Z1ahWS4/s1600-h/wish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SlbaPVD8yvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AqC4Z1ahWS4/s320/wish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356708763690388210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can wish all you want upon the first star you see at night but it doesn't mean that those wishes will come true, but it sure does make you appreciate the ones that do!  I write to you tonight to remind you of each precious moment with your family and friends.  That life is too short to let words go unsaid, for hearts to be cold and alone or to bury yourself in unfinished business.  The statement that you will miss the moments you take for granted are all to true for me tonight.  I wish tonight that I embrace every moment, every adventure I encounter with my kids, friends, family and loved ones.  I hope you do too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-1560866538613500874?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1560866538613500874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=1560866538613500874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/1560866538613500874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/1560866538613500874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/wishing-on-star.html' title='Wishing on a star.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SlbaPVD8yvI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/AqC4Z1ahWS4/s72-c/wish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-2379580542984043810</id><published>2009-07-06T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:15:15.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I add a 33??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Today, I did something scary and crazy, I thought why not look up my real father on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, thinking there is no way that he would be on it. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; he is! In major shock and to say honestly maybe a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;light headed&lt;/span&gt; effecting my ability to thinking normally I emailed a woman on there that I thought might be his sister. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt;' talked to anyone from that side of my family (if that's the right word) since I was 18. The woman that I thought was his sister, is his cousins wife, She informed me that my father, grandma and extended family are all doing quite well and that there is a large amount of them. However, while she was updating me on the status of this family, she never once asked me who i was. So I politely thanked her for the update and said I am very excited for how well everyone is doing, but did she know who i was? No answer.... Now I am stuck, I am sure I have brothers, sisters, maybe even nieces and nephews that I don't know, a father, grandmother, aunts and uncles and a large amount of cousins, yet the last time I tried to talk to my father my grandmother told me he wanted nothing to do with me, he had moved on and he was happy. Do I take that chance to be rejected or do I walk away knowing they are all happy and healthy? What do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Cowner%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;s&gt;Find biological Father&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-2379580542984043810?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/2379580542984043810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=2379580542984043810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/2379580542984043810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/2379580542984043810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/can-i-add-33.html' title='Can I add a 33??????'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-5741729980611474443</id><published>2009-07-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T21:24:33.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Time with Family really gets you to thinking, Life is so precious , every moment is a memory your creating for yourself, your friends, your children all just logging in that day to the memory bank and it becomes something you look back on when your a little older or in a spark of a conversation.  This year as I was holding my sons hand and watching the fireworks in the sky, I thought about how quickly life has changed from last year to this year, in and out of love, lost love, children aged another year, I aged another year, graduations, babies, death, holidays, so much has happen and so much has just slipped through my fingers, fallen in the cracks per say.  I thought about how badly I hold one person dear to my heart, how somewhere out there that person is watching  different set of fireworks, looking at the same sky and for life of me I have no idea if I cross that persons mind.  Lost in that moment my sons squeezes my hand and he pulls me down and says "Mommy you know what is the best about this day?" I said "What baby, what is so good about this day?"  He pulled me closer and said " You" and he gave me a big kiss.  He in that very second reminded me that where I was is just as important as where I dream to be, that whatever mistakes I made, whatever has kept me away from where my heart longs to be gave me him, Shelby and Kayla, I remembered that Independence is something I have longed for my whole life, to be able to feel comfortable just being me, that someone will see me for who am i am and know that they wouldn't change anything about my life because my three kids are what make ups so much of me.  I remember that now is the time to find my strength, to recompose the elements that are me, achieve my goals and love me whether my soul mate is here or not.  This weekend, this independence day I realized that this is the start of creating a stronger me, with more self worth and determination in this life then ever presented before.  I hope that where ever Arizona may be, whatever she maybe doing, I hope she has found happiness, strength and knows that I wish her only the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my list tomorrow I hope to start knocking one off every week.... Wish me luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/35419148-5741729980611474443?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5741729980611474443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=5741729980611474443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5741729980611474443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5741729980611474443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/so.html' title='So......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-5959380397237156612</id><published>2009-07-02T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:50:47.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its all but amazing to me when my mind starts wondering to all the life lessons I have accomplished in my 32 years of life!!! Yeah I said it 32, Oh I know readers its hard to believe that this hot mess is 32 but she is.. lol OK come now seriously 32 years and I feel like I am still trying to figure out what I was meant to do.  I always thought growing up the my destiny was to be a mother and a wife and maybe to a certain extent that is apart of my destiny, However it appears that I didn't do so hot on  the wife part and the mom part well I am still working on that hoping that I don't screw that up to.  Oh I know that really my divorce was what people would typically call not my fault but I am sure I played more then my roll making it down that bumpy road.  I accept my part in that road,  as I do every failed attempt so far at love (Arizona), and I have so many regrets, so many things I wish I can go back and undo but I can't.  So tonight as I sit here writing to what maybe my one or two readers who glimpse at this after I email the reminder that I have updated it, I say this what are we to do with our lives for those of us that don't know that is, the rest of you who have got it all figured out please fill me in with your wisdom.  Believe me I enjoy being the mother of three beautiful kids, I love my job (for the most part), I love my art(if that's what you call it) but still i feel like I have a whole bunch of half completed projects and not enough accomplishments.  So what i say to you my fearless readers is this I want to start a list 32 things to do before I am 33 which is really about  9 months, maybe these things will help me find some completion in parts of my life while the broken parts of me start to heal.  So this is what I have come up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Photograph landscape&lt;br /&gt;2. Go to Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;3. Meet my goal weight&lt;br /&gt;4. Karaoke&lt;br /&gt;5. Paint&lt;br /&gt;6. Sign up for a creative writing class&lt;br /&gt;7. Dance under the moon.&lt;br /&gt;8. Go to an Art Show&lt;br /&gt;9. Take my kids to the snow&lt;br /&gt;10. Go see my mom.&lt;br /&gt;11. Drive and don't look back&lt;br /&gt;12. Skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;13. Do something scary&lt;br /&gt;14. Go on a blind date&lt;br /&gt;15. Do Family Photos&lt;br /&gt;16. Start applying money in my savings account&lt;br /&gt;17. Call my Father&lt;br /&gt;18. Go see the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;19. Go on vacation with the kids&lt;br /&gt;20. Let go of what doesn’t want to be in my life&lt;br /&gt;21. Build a sand castle with my kids&lt;br /&gt;22. Send My mom pictures of my kids&lt;br /&gt;23. Forgive&lt;br /&gt;24. Start Family night with the kids&lt;br /&gt;25. Organize my closet&lt;br /&gt;26. Have my palm read&lt;br /&gt;27. Use my treadmill&lt;br /&gt;28. Learn to play an instrument&lt;br /&gt;29. Create art&lt;br /&gt;30. Start my book&lt;br /&gt;31. be impulsive&lt;br /&gt;32. Fall in love with life again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay there it is wish me luck! I will keep you updated as I start to cross them off, and I will start blogging more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/Sk2QKwv92KI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ae2x4I9v3QU/s1600-h/quotes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/Sk2QKwv92KI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ae2x4I9v3QU/s320/quotes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354094046572566690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/35419148-5959380397237156612?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5959380397237156612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=5959380397237156612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5959380397237156612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5959380397237156612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmmm.html' title='hmmm......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/Sk2QKwv92KI/AAAAAAAAAOA/Ae2x4I9v3QU/s72-c/quotes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-7223382820739286159</id><published>2009-05-13T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:31:06.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life silly signs</title><content type='html'>Its all to much when you turn on the radio and you hear "the song" or when you turn on the tv to find a movie that you once shared!!! These things that I believe are gods little signs are marking me unbelievably today... Everywhere I look sign and after sign!  So what I have decided is that maybe they are signs testing my endurance??? I am weak for sure... I let the signs get to me and text the past that has let go of me, to no suprise there was no response... Another sign!!!! Hmmm life's silly signs! Today I am accepting what I cannot change, praying for what can, loving my children and acknowledging wht I have control over!!! Today I believe in me and the almighty power of better signs :) come serendipidty work your magic ;) :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-7223382820739286159?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7223382820739286159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=7223382820739286159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/7223382820739286159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/7223382820739286159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/05/life-silly-signs.html' title='Life silly signs'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-8209077770220879699</id><published>2009-05-12T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:47:17.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its all to familar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;It's all to familiar this moment I am in once again, just when you think you have kicked all that life has thrown at you god decides you can handle a little more.  I am alone, again... rotting in the choice I made and some that were made for me.  My belief in the fight for love and the idea that someone can touch you so deeply and you touch them so deeply to fight for anything to be together has failed me yet again.  I have to close down this 10 year old fantasy that love exists the same as in movies or novels and realize that love these days is all to tough to find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; I am alone and for once I truly feel OK with it. I know I gave my all and although My heart aches sometimes for the what ifs and the how can's but reality is the people I left behind in the last few months just needed something more then I can give.  What does that say about me?  Am I strong for acknowledging my weakness and letting go, am I weak for not trying harder or giving more.  Will I live to regret some moments and the words I chose to use in those moments or will i accept them and move forward with pride and dignity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;   Love is such a foolish game so many boundaries and expectations, you don't just fall in love anymore with candles and bubble baths, romantic walks on the beaches and undying commitment.  As much as i dream i can't wait for that fairytale to come true anymore, cause reality is it probably just won't.  God is testing me, as he has so many times in the past, I don't know how strong he thinks I am or what his plan  is for my future but I hope he intends on showing me soon.   I pray that i have the strength to hold and the desire to grow waiting for his path to appear. &lt;br /&gt;                I have come to the reality that until my kids are grown i very well maybe alone.  I have to accept myself who I am and what i have to offer.  I think the best deserves to go to my children as I do every day.  I hope that in the process that just because I don't have love in my life that I can still show them that love is worthy and does exist, that I can encourage them into loving relationships and be the mother they look up to an run too in hard times and good.  I hope that alone I can bring them all they need and want and raise them to good adults.  I worry sometimes that i get lost inside my own heart in mind that i lose sight of what's right in front of me the three things god has given me that are consistent and unwavering.  They love me unconditionally and with no boundaries. Good and bad they take my with no doubts or regrets.  To them I am a women who is worthy of loving and what else matters but that.  ONE day, someone will look at me and see the same thing, a women worthy of loving, fighting for, caring, sharing, and living life for and with.  One day someone will take me with the "baggage" I have now and from my past and say their isn't anything that keep me from loving you, nothing we can't conquer and nothing I won't stand by your side to get thru... One day......&lt;br /&gt;                Here I am again in this room in the dark all to familiar with the emotions in my soul searching for the light at the end of this narrow hall and saying in my head please god One Day.....&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/35419148-8209077770220879699?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8209077770220879699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=8209077770220879699' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/8209077770220879699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/8209077770220879699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/05/its-all-to-familar.html' title='Its all to familar....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-3732958780158317353</id><published>2009-02-12T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:44:18.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what we want...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When we are little we dream about the day when we be all we write about in our journals... some of us want to grow up to mommy's or wives, some of us want to business women or actress some of us, want to be doctors or lawyers, whatever your dream is you count down the days till that is what you get.  Life skips days to years and suddenly you all grown up and if your lucky living your dream.  What happens, when you get what you want and the vision you played out doesn't turn out to be what you had in mind.  What happens when your standing outside the window of your life looking into see something you never imagined.  When I was growing up I invisioned always being a mother and a wife, I wanted so badly to feel needed and wanted and unconditionally loved that i ached for it.  Now at 31, I am divorced with three beautiful babies and I am standing outside my window of life wondering why? Why has life brought me here. Why can't I have my babies and love, Why does it seem no matter how hard I try, I can't touch the one thing that reaches my soul.  When you love someone, so much that what they do or don't do cannot effect your love for them, you wonder why god wouldn't place you in the area to be with that person.  You can beg for love, you can hunt for it but what do you do when you know you have it, you feel it, but you can't reach it.  I am standing outside my window, wondering what did i do to deserve to be alone, to not give this love i have in my heart, what did I do to live this life without all that happiness that is given to people who don't even deserve it.  Why?  I have reached again for the unreachable and maybe i will keep reaching until I get it, I just hope that I wont' be standing outside my window always looking at what I could have had but that I actually get to live the life I see for myself.  To all of you who already have love, who are with their soulmates living the life of your dreams hold on to it, cherish it because its so rare to actually get all you hope for in life.  My dream partially came true I am a mommy and I am loved and needed unconditionally by them and I give them all of me!  For now they are enough.&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/35419148-3732958780158317353?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/3732958780158317353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=3732958780158317353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/3732958780158317353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/3732958780158317353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-we-want.html' title='what we want...'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-8747166130526497994</id><published>2009-01-08T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T21:11:46.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DAY 1 OF FINDING MYSELF.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For Christmas a couple years back my Aunt got me a book called Life lessons for women.  Its basically chapters on reconnecting with yourself and who you are...  So instead of pouring out my usual sappy, romantic, kind of pathetic hold on a love life that doesn't exist I thought I would share these steps with you.  I will Journal my entries each day and hopefully improve with each blog... but if you know me I can sometimes hold myself back but new year, new thoughts, new me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1 Re-Collect yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;K their are quotes like these the beginning of each lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love yourself first and everything else falls into line. You really have to love yourself to get anything done in the world. by Lucille Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt; lesson- the first little sections talks about learning to love yourself, that you sometimes have to not depend on other people to tell your beautiful or notice you for all your give.  The activity was to right yourself a love letter... this one was really hard for me in fact when I first got this book, this part made me put the book down, cause I couldn't pass this section.  So I am gonna give it a try again... here it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lisa,&lt;br /&gt;I know that life seems tough, but what I can promise you is that their is no one on this earth that loves you more then me, I will always stand beside you, encourage you, and never abandon you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your an amazing mother, you love your children with all that you have inside you, proof is in the way I see them look at you every night when you tuck them into bed. No one can love you the way those three angels do, and they always will love you Lisa, embrace that everyday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; I look in your eyes and see the beauty that you cannot see when your sad and alone but your in there just waiting to burst out and make your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;appearance&lt;/span&gt; just believe and you will see it too. I am inspired by your courage, love and hope for passion and the happily ever afters, hold on to that even when it hurts, they are good traits.  I love the girl who makes up her own words, dances in the living room when no one is home, sings in the car like she's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rock star&lt;/span&gt;, clumsy as hell and dangerous in the kitchen and cares more about everyone else then she does herself... when you think about it, its inspiring really.  I know your soul has been broken but with each breath we take together, we will heal, we will grow and we will live life for us.  Your an amazing, caring women with so much to give from your heart. Love will find us again, until then you have all you need right here inside your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Your Soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Lesson #1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take stalk in your life... It says to love oneself is like building a life long romance that cannot be broken... To build you and  a life you love, it says the first step is to take a look at how you got to where you are and the connecting thread that holds all the pieces together.  The book says to look back at  your accomplishments, passions and priorities.  Review what truly matters and what has made you who you are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Activity&lt;/span&gt;:  Answer the following questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love?&lt;br /&gt;I love my kids, photography, my family, my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your core beliefs and values?&lt;br /&gt;My beliefs are the fairytale... in love and relationships,&lt;br /&gt;My values are strong family connections, honesty, trust, communication&lt;br /&gt;being a good person and teaching my children to be good people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I create a life that fits who I am now, not who I have been?&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure on this one because for I have been trying to fit my life into a page of my past believing that giving your heart and soul to someone and not giving up on them or love is what life was about.  Now I am not sure who I am now or what my life i suppose to be, but ready for the journey of self discovery and learning to love myself and the life I deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #2 Recognize your strengths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one says that you can not put your focus on your flaws or shortcomings (totally me) you have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recognize&lt;/span&gt; our strengths and talents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; qualities and realize the everyone you loved, every mistake you made, everything you have done, every obstacle you have overcome is part of the women you are today.  Its says that I have to love myself in a whole and appreciate and love all of me and stop robbing myself of my best days dwelling on my worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Activity:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are three things I have accomplished in my life that I'm proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Childhood&lt;br /&gt;Graduating from High School&lt;br /&gt;My Children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are five of my strengths, talents and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; qualities? (it says I have them but It took me a long time just to come up with these...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a good mom&lt;br /&gt;photography&lt;br /&gt;giver&lt;br /&gt;strength&lt;br /&gt;survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I use my gifts and strengths in everyday life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take care of my children, with all that I have good or bad... I give them all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting school for photography, doing shoots on the side to practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to give what I can to friends and family to help strengthen those relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the strength i have in me everyday to get up every morning and continue on with life, even when I can't see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through all rough patches I have survived, I thing that is a strength for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are there ways in which I could make better use of my resources?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tend to forget that I have these qualities and focus on the negative parts of my life, I could try to remember every morning that I do have these qualities and that they make up who i am and use them to better my daily attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is the first two lessons wow that was hard especially the pre lesson, I wrote, cried, rewrote and finally just kept what i had.... I really had to take a look into myself, really dig, for me I don't see myself and to find things I see are strengths was really hard but this is all about learning, finding and loving yourself so I guess I am on the right road, hope you keep with me on my journey.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; lesson 3&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/35419148-8747166130526497994?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/8747166130526497994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=8747166130526497994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/8747166130526497994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/8747166130526497994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-1-of-finding-myself.html' title='DAY 1 OF FINDING MYSELF.......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-1603490678053257172</id><published>2009-01-05T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T22:18:24.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking in the Mirrior......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Life's choices can become pretty hard at some points in life you can look right in front of you and believe you aren't the person you use to be or this person you have become, you can look yourself straight in the mirror and not even recognize the person looking back at you. I looked in the mirror staring at my own reflection I realized that somehow down the road I became someone I don't even know anymore and more then anything I want to know her!! I have more then once looked in this mirror each time seeing someone different through out the years, more then once I have asked who is this women, who do I want to be, why are you broken, why do you let these tears fall down your face and create this pain reflecting here and now tonight I look in this mirror and this time not with tears falling but with this feeling of loss, of soul that has been wrecked and broken and found a deep and emotional need to find my soul again.  I have told myself to pull  it together more then once over the years, the walls seem weak within you but find the will to build the wall stronger, sturdier and funny thing is I always have but I have not ever built them strong enough to not follow the same mistakes twice...  It amazes me the people you find standing next to you through your tough times but what amazes me even more is the ones you thought would stay and now are the ones gone like the wind and sometimes the only person to help you stand is you and you alone. I wrote this tonight as I looked into the mirror trying to find what I see....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I looked into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I saw your soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; felt your feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was willing to hold your hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;walk into the future with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; with no expectations or judgment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;In to our future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of this tonight when I looked at myself , wondering where the women inside me is and I thought how badly i have felt those words, and how I had applied them even to the point of  losing myself in more then one relationship... And I realized that  now I need to mean them with myself. I can mean these words within myself, because I do see into my own soul and feel every feeling and what better way to give me power to rebuild myself but to walk hand in hand with my heart and soul rebuilding my foundation that made me an amazing person I am and the more amazing one I want to become.  I know I am someone to love, a friend to value, an opinion to respect, I know that I deserve to respect myself and know that I am someone that can effect life, help people, create and cherish relationships and I have so much love to give, to friends, family, my children and one day a life partner.  As I look in this mirror, I stand here and realize that I should not be ashamed or embarrassed about my past roads traveled but to wear my mistakes and accomplishments like badges of honor, each one one surviving hand in hand through my life to bring me to the woman I want to be.  We are sometimes blind in love, we don't see the whole picture or realize what is right in front of us or what we are losing.  How is it that our hearts can be so blind and our minds shut down so easily?  We all push through life to get to our next moment not realizing each one we are in are ones to be savored, cherished and to learn from, each moment creates a piece of who we are and who we are becoming another when they are all gone we look back and think I wish I could have done this or I wish I would have tried harder to do that.  Starting today, I am really going to try to savor every moment, learn from every minute of the day, soak it all up, take it all in, give life my all and form the women I want to be instead of living in the fairytale of what I want in my future or drowning in my past, wishing for what i had and hoping for what has not yet occurred. I will live here in the present working on me, for now I am alone or am I cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable  {mso-style-name:"Table Normal";  mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;  mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;  mso-style-noshow:yes;  mso-style-parent:"";  mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;  mso-para-margin:0in;  mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:10.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-ansi-language:#0400;  mso-fareast-language:#0400;  mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;really the "thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;"So now, alone or not, I have got to walk ahead." proudly, with courage and strength and become someone I am proud of looking at everyday and someone who one day will be rememberd for the love she gave on this earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-1603490678053257172?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1603490678053257172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=1603490678053257172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/1603490678053257172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/1603490678053257172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/lifes-choices-can-become-pretty-hard-at.html' title='Looking in the Mirrior......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-7916446641938055056</id><published>2009-01-04T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:37:21.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 to 2009....Stand Still to One foot in Front of the other!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2009 is here, already counting its days till the next new year! Each minute ticks by and each moment flashes by with a blink of your eye.  We start our new year with a kiss of someone you love (hopefully) and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;resolutions&lt;/span&gt;, our promises to ourselves and our loved ones, a run down of items on a  to do list of things you want to work on or accomplish.  You look at where you have been and where you want to go and your flooded with all these expectations that your mind and heart holds for your future. Some of us are satisfied with how our life is we just want to add some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; days or spend more time playing games with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;children&lt;/span&gt;, some of us have a list of what to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;do's&lt;/span&gt; and where to go's, some of us hold pain and hope to release and some of us are all the above.... I am a all of above kind of girl.  It took  me a couple days to write after the New Year rang in, maybe because god keeps testing my strength and my heart and he has tested again just days before our new year hit, he keeps sending this women back into my life, and I keep thinking that I am the one to save or love her, I keep looking over my shoulder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she leaves again waiting to see some sign that I am suppose to stand still, that I am suppose to understand a little more or encourage her life, say or do more to show that I love her and am a support group for her and I did that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; in 2008, and of course with my ability to text and plunge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myself&lt;/span&gt; into the depths of silence with each word I text her hoping and holding on to a vision that if  I had my feet planted right there where I was I thought she would one day catch up to me that she would catch up and love me in return.  I thought if I put my life on hold long enough that I would be a sign for her to come, because how deep is love that stands still even when she's moving on, living good or bad she kept living and I did not, I lied to my friends and family, stayed home countless weekends by myself in the dark with ice cream and love movies, I stopped living, What kind of love holds on like that? A crazy one, one that leaves you looking for signs of what to do and looking for a life that will never come...&lt;br /&gt;We all look for signs, big flashing neon signs saying things like "This is the right road", "go here", "Let this one go" or "Hey Stupid What are you doing".   But unfortunately these signs rarely exist... of course if you know me, i have this crazy, somewhat insane belief in signs, faith, serendipity, life's meant to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;be's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;.... The signs didn't show me the roads I thought in 2008, and as i look back there are things I would wish on every star in the sky to go back and change but I guess my life has a bigger plan then what I saw, I have many things to be thankful for.  As I sat there on New Years day waiting for the minutes to countdown, my aunt asked me if this was it for me &amp;amp; my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt;, and I looked at her and even as I said it, that "it had been off and on and that I can't make her love me and I am sure it is over for her because even in the last couple days where I had let her back in and she still says the same words but continues the same actions, I hoped in that moment that I would be wrong but as we counted down to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt; New Year and then Cali New Year the phone was silent, no text, no call and I knew in My heart, my soul that I had to give up this stand still, make a move forward.  So I grabbed my kids, hugged and kissed them embrace the people who loved me there in that room... I have to take a step forward, stop writing about how I know what I need to do but actually do it, she will not come, she will not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;commit&lt;/span&gt;, she will not rise above the life she has created to start a new one, not with me anyway and my self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;inflicted&lt;/span&gt; pain of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;believing&lt;/span&gt; this stand still plan will that I have been doing will some how work out has now fully blown up like a firecracker on the stroke of midnight. In these last few days, I will admit I have text her, and I guess to only prove to myself no matter how much I say, how much I give or cry the continuing silence from her of course  will be all I will ever get and I realized &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I pressed sent how horrible I felt, how much pain I caused myself, waiting for someone that will never respond, I created more pain then not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;texting&lt;/span&gt; at all.  I know her memory will haunt me because somehow I cannot shake her from my soul and I will miss her because she is so much more then a memory to me but lord this pain has got to find a way to heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for 2009, I hope to let go of my pain leaving it in 2008, Learn to love myself, knowing that the greatest gift I could give myself is to know that I am worth so much more then what I was giving myself by stand still, living in the dream I had created.  I want to embrace my inner and outer beauty, knowing within myself that I am worth loving, cherishing and fighting for.  I will search within myself for my inner peace with this and take one foot in front of the other and say only this... and maybe she will read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Az&lt;/span&gt;, No one will ever understand our love nor do I need them too, or why I held on as long as I have but I see the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;,smart, amazing, loving parts of the person within your soul and even now as I have to set myself free from being the one to share that with you my soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;smiles&lt;/span&gt; and aches at the same time because you are so much more then you give yourself credit for. I know that you are worth every moment I stood still waiting for you.  I know in my heart every moment was worth it, that every time I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;smiled&lt;/span&gt; looking at you sing, that every time my heart sank every time I had to leave and every night I thank god when I fell asleep in your arms... I knew that every hard time was worth those moments when we were close.  I believe in my heart that you will find your way, that you will work it out and every moment in my life I will be sending you my love, my support and hope that you have all that you deserve. I forgive you for the pain, and thank you for all the joy.  Love is all about living and I lived more with you then I had for some time and I will never be able to thank you for that, I hope someday I will feel that again.  I will be letting go from here but know that I will be with you every step of the way and that I hold no regret or anger towards us or you.  I do hope that with every step you take in life that you look upon our memories and it fills your heart with some type of joy and some kind of love, enough to keep you moving forward to strengthen your soul to love again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye 2008&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/35419148-7916446641938055056?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/7916446641938055056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=7916446641938055056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/7916446641938055056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/7916446641938055056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2009/01/2008-to-2008stand-still-to-one-foot-in.html' title='2008 to 2009....Stand Still to One foot in Front of the other!!!'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-6675370560975997189</id><published>2008-12-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:45:10.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back on track</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;K I am back on track, Christmas got me in a frenzy, with wrap this, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hangn&lt;/span&gt;' out here and two photo shoots this weekend... The kids had a great Christmas got so much stuff that sometimes I wonder why "Santa" brings so much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!! To see their happy faces Christmas morning though was worth all the rearranging to put stuff away... not that I have done that yet but I will get there... hopefully :)!!!! So Saturday I did a shoot of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; family I will add some shots below, They were so cute and really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cooperative&lt;/span&gt; with me in ice cold water and beach winds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... but I hope they think it was worth it.... And then today did another photo shoot for a friend and her daughter and wow is all I can say what beautiful ladies!!!! I will show you some shots of my signature poses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So here are some shots from Christmas......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls and their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; present from mom &amp;amp; Dad.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0KtNAYeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gfXSRv1_sMA/s1600-h/12+25+08_1249.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0KtNAYeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gfXSRv1_sMA/s320/12+25+08_1249.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285101890000937442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Okay so I know I have a tendency to only show pics of me and Ethan.... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt; I wonder why cause I usually get pics like this with the girls &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0KDY8r1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/tu0AHgFOpYg/s1600-h/12+24+08_1379.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0KDY8r1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/tu0AHgFOpYg/s320/12+24+08_1379.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285101878776737618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ethan &amp;amp; Mommy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0J11IJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7JUbEcq1j7Y/s1600-h/12+24+08_1411.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0J11IJ4I/AAAAAAAAAMg/7JUbEcq1j7Y/s320/12+24+08_1411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285101875136833410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of the kids in my family doing a Christmas Performance so so so cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0JWM8A5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZUaYgVRcqds/s1600-h/12+24+08_1392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0JWM8A5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/ZUaYgVRcqds/s320/12+24+08_1392.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285101866646766482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Steph&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Uncle Nick...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0IwE-QBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WkDFVgYG04k/s1600-h/12+24+08_1361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0IwE-QBI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WkDFVgYG04k/s320/12+24+08_1361.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285101856412811282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uncle Donnie and Aunt T.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVhyfZU-NMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BCWUPc6VxbU/s1600-h/12+24+08_1358.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVhyfZU-NMI/AAAAAAAAAMI/BCWUPc6VxbU/s320/12+24+08_1358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285100046419637442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uncle Donnie and me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVhye5eAg-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/78CcuNMpR04/s1600-h/12+24+08_1357.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVhye5eAg-I/AAAAAAAAAMA/78CcuNMpR04/s320/12+24+08_1357.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285100037867602914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan and Sydney... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;BFF'S&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVhx9RB28GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/juZ6Xpo4Ves/s1600-h/12+24+08_1347.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVhx9RB28GI/AAAAAAAAAL4/juZ6Xpo4Ves/s320/12+24+08_1347.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285099460076433506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and last but not least Shelby's self portrait!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh04Jn-yQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/inB084fCcgA/s1600-h/12+25+08_1338.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh04Jn-yQI/AAAAAAAAAM4/inB084fCcgA/s320/12+25+08_1338.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285102670724385026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So on the sentimental side cause you know I like to give a little of my soul on this page.... I can say this weekend has been so busy, I haven't had much time to think of writing or lost loves or even doing the laundry, but their was this one moment when I was doing the family shots down at hotel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Del&lt;/span&gt; (where I had only been there one other time with the past) and I thought I am standing here looking at these amazing lights and my heart sank... I looked around and thought to myself how many lost moments we had, so many what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;if's&lt;/span&gt; and could has.... I smiled cause even though she wasn't there with me, I made the memory in my head and smiled at the thought that in that moment she was on my mind and that connected me to many amazing memories, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;incredible&lt;/span&gt; feelings and a love that doesn't die just cause she left!!!  I walked away from that moment not sad or hurt, but with a sense of accomplishment.  I could have walked way depressed and sad but I lifted my head acknowledged the moment within my heart.  My past can haunt me, it does everyday, from Carri to Dylan...but our choices are choices we made them and we can't take them back, I can't go into the past and change moments to alter my future, I can't stop those people from leaving or their feelings for me but I can forgive and use that to build strength.... because those moments lead me where I am today and will lead me to the road that will find me happiness!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ..... P.S. Some of my signature shots from this weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the family collage I did for Erin's adorable family....(I did this in black and white too it looked so awesome!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8vpKkG3I/AAAAAAAAANo/LVuDQipAodY/s1600-h/Untitled-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8vpKkG3I/AAAAAAAAANo/LVuDQipAodY/s320/Untitled-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285111320665135986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;So on this pose I totally wanted to do it but didn't want to ask Matt if he was comfortable with it so minutes before we were wrapping up he said hey would you mind doing one with her on my back.... its one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fav's&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8po2klMI/AAAAAAAAANg/Na04VY0Wz8Y/s1600-h/12+27+08_1208_edited-12+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8po2klMI/AAAAAAAAANg/Na04VY0Wz8Y/s320/12+27+08_1208_edited-12+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285111217502065858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;of course a bottom shot my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;favorite&lt;/span&gt;... with heart in the sand!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8pDClhmI/AAAAAAAAANY/aXFLmuwC0So/s1600-h/12+27+08_1207_edited-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8pDClhmI/AAAAAAAAANY/aXFLmuwC0So/s320/12+27+08_1207_edited-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285111207351912034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;These are from Jen's shoot today, I haven't edited all of them yet but these are some of my bottom shots that I just love.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8oiPHKrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4dVYfB9Feyk/s1600-h/_MG_0548_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8oiPHKrI/AAAAAAAAANQ/4dVYfB9Feyk/s320/_MG_0548_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285111198546078386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8oELniUI/AAAAAAAAANI/GGA8NGsdYNo/s1600-h/_MG_0521_edited-1+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8oELniUI/AAAAAAAAANI/GGA8NGsdYNo/s320/_MG_0521_edited-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285111190478358850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8n1qx0vI/AAAAAAAAANA/QGMEnIYeC2c/s1600-h/_MG_0462_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh8n1qx0vI/AAAAAAAAANA/QGMEnIYeC2c/s320/_MG_0462_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285111186582524658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; reminded me that love does &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;exist&lt;/span&gt; in all sorts of ways, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; aren't just made up of the traditional mom &amp;amp; dad and kids but a family comes in so many different ways and has this amazing power to touch your soul..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/35419148-6675370560975997189?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6675370560975997189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=6675370560975997189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/6675370560975997189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/6675370560975997189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-on-track.html' title='Back on track'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SVh0KtNAYeI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gfXSRv1_sMA/s72-c/12+25+08_1249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-5360777508949040103</id><published>2008-12-21T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:27:02.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is almost here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today, the kids and I wrapped presents for nearly four hours!!! I would wrap, Shelby would write name tags and help tap and Ethan was in charge of bows.  It was so cute to see them working together to get the gifts under the tree... We have so much family that with all those gifts under the tree it looks like Santa already hit our house!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;... We wrapped them all, and as I looked at the tree I felt a sense of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happiness&lt;/span&gt; me and my little elves had created this beautiful tree and all its gifts, there was no fighting or my mind wondering just me and my babies sharing something special. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were done, I went on the hunt for the video camera... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; which wasn't easy considering it never seems to be where I left it.  Anyways, Ethan's school performance is tomorrow and I want to record it because he's so cute and because his dad is in Arizona working and is gonna miss it.  So of course it needed to be charged, and I had to find a tape with room and as got it all setup for the morning me and the kids decided to watch one of the tapes.  It just happen to be the year Dylan I split up the kids were so little and so cute... But what caught my heart most is this one part it was Christmas, we were decorating our first tree in our new apartment, Shelby must have been maybe 4, she was getting ready to put on an ornament that was her daddy's and she said to the camera " I want to put this on my tree because it was my dad's and we don't live together anymore and I want to look at it and remember him everyday" Oh my gosh break my heart!!! Kids are so real they just say what's on their mind with no filter or hesitation.  It must have been so hard on them. &lt;br /&gt;Besides that little heartbreaking moment, we walked down the year of baseball parties, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heart light&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;performances&lt;/span&gt;, peace builder awards and our first camping trip.  OH and Kayla singing in the talent show so freaking cute!!! Wow how the kids have grown, what it really made me think is how much I have missed.  I really haven't done any video tapping or even documenting in their books since Dylan and I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; but what I realized is that I really want them to have something to look back on remembering their childhood and how much I truly love them and our family.  So New Years &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;resolution&lt;/span&gt; document more of my kids, start doing their books again and treasure every moment with them.  They are my future and my heart!!!&lt;br /&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/35419148-5360777508949040103?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5360777508949040103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=5360777508949040103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5360777508949040103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5360777508949040103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-is-almost-here.html' title='Christmas is almost here....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-6975049370274830122</id><published>2008-12-16T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T20:55:12.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How do you look to the future, without looking in the past.... A question I am sure we all have asked ourselves at one point or another but the reality is can our past often haunts us, and sometimes we just pull it from the grave we buried it in at one time and beg for it to haunt us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.  For me my past has been hand in hand with every step that has created my future. I have had some serious struggles that have brought me strength in times of weakness I find myself looking at moments that were much worse and pulling strength to move forward through whatever is making me feel weak.  How is it somethings in your past can bring you strength and some can bring you to your knees....&lt;br /&gt;I find myself after finally realizing that I have to let go of my past and wondering...&lt;br /&gt;       A. how and the heck am I going to let go of something that still holds so much of my heart and&lt;br /&gt;      B. how and the heck did my past let go so easily of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to how do people who say they love you and then just wake up one morning and walk out on you, cheat on you, tell you its not working it out or not even say anything at all , one moment in your life and the next gone? How do people you have created memories with, children, homes, life just be gone in a blink of an eye? How can those people bury it and not look back and others feel it so deeply it affects they're ability to breath in and out everyday.  I know every persons make up is different, some people are emotional, some angry, some no emotion, always happy, creative well you get the point.  I guess I am just one that feels like every person in my life has played a role and is so hard for me to let go, the relationships effect me so deeply, that even years later it still crosses my mind, makes me wonder, what if? My best friend told me to day "that you will always have a place in your heart for the person you love and can't have but sometimes you have some how find a way to accept that and realize that now it become just a memory" .  When she said this to me it just kind of hit home, and she is right any of us who love someone can hold on, we pick up the phone and text them, call them, write them and still love them, even when you lose someone to death you hold on and hold on but really you can only hold on to a memory because if they can't or wont hold on back your really just fighting with yourself for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt; you already have.  After a while when life doesn't connect its dots, you have to just take it in and accept the  moments you had, and turn them into memories you will cherish, say whatever last words you need to and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wolah&lt;/span&gt; your letting go.  It might not be buried or silent and maybe you went kicking all the way down the road to letting go but the moment you realize that the dots just aren't connecting anymore you do, you let go but amazingly you will be at the end of the road and find the strength to start a new one.  She made me realize this today:&lt;br /&gt;For sometime my dots have not been connecting and i have been holding on to someone who clearly has not been holding on back and I have had really amazing moments when that person did,  but its time to realize that I have to let go and hold onto only the memories.  I did that today, I reached out one final time with no grasp back and I let go, I feel okay with it, I am filing my memories, sending my love and saying goodbye and I don't feel bad or like I have done something wrong but  know that I am making a huge step towards my future. I know that I cannot make that picture that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;envisioned&lt;/span&gt; with this person because that took two people who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;committed&lt;/span&gt; but by myself I can &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;envision&lt;/span&gt; a new picture and create it by myself!!!!   Shortly after I made this choice I got some amazing news that the pictures I posted yesterday and the new ones of baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt; are really getting some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; feedback, I am already getting people asking for my information and wanted to schedule shoots, So maybe the one thing that has stuck through my past to my future for as long as I can remember will be my new adventure &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LMCI&lt;/span&gt; PHOTOGRAPHY :)!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horoscope today :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;All of your hard work and planning is finally starting to pay off for you in some major ways! But you need to keep going. Go the distance, and don't take your eye of the ball or slow your roll. You are so close to what you want right now that if you take even the slightest break from the action you could be making a huge mistake. You can take a nap some other day. Right now, you'll be having way too much fun to want to stop what you're doing anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its a sign!!!! I so believe in signs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-6975049370274830122?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6975049370274830122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=6975049370274830122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/6975049370274830122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/6975049370274830122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-do-you.html' title='How do you.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-5677877011944592304</id><published>2008-12-15T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:02:30.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am getting better....</title><content type='html'>Tonight instead of focusing on this ache in my chest, I decided to focus on my photography. I promised I would share some of my work, so here it is.... Let me first say this I am usually a glass half full kinda girl but lately I have been seeing it empty. Working on these photographs tonight made me realize how much I love some of the things I have right in front me my kids, my camera and the amazing people who let me share their moments.... I am ready to find happiness in what's in front of me and stop looking so much at what's behind me.  I know in my heart that I can find happiness again and I know it will start here with find happiness within myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few from My Aunt Melissa &amp;amp; Uncle Mikes family shoot......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaj0s-Z1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/seE5Va2-IiA/s1600-h/12+07+08_0417_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 179px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaj0s-Z1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/seE5Va2-IiA/s320/12+07+08_0417_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280288659604399954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYOHEIv8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/onQapHOl7kQ/s1600-h/12+07+08_0388_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYOHEIv8I/AAAAAAAAAHo/onQapHOl7kQ/s320/12+07+08_0388_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280286087553007554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdajTA8IBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tfMLdU0UJxo/s1600-h/12+07+08_0385_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdajTA8IBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/tfMLdU0UJxo/s320/12+07+08_0385_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280288650561331218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaizkL94I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LpxUYriL8SI/s1600-h/12+07+08_0382_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaizkL94I/AAAAAAAAAJA/LpxUYriL8SI/s320/12+07+08_0382_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280288642119235458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXDrAl4pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MdtJEtypNas/s1600-h/12+07+08_0359_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXDrAl4pI/AAAAAAAAAHg/MdtJEtypNas/s320/12+07+08_0359_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284808711627410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah's Wedding, What a beautiful day and amazing couple!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaimb8MGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qAl4eCAAJkc/s1600-h/_MG_4505_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaimb8MGI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qAl4eCAAJkc/s320/_MG_4505_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280288638594986082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdeh9MAE1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/d1N7BBShwbI/s1600-h/IMG_9463_edited-4+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdeh9MAE1I/AAAAAAAAAKo/d1N7BBShwbI/s320/IMG_9463_edited-4+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293025568789330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdeg-ktcDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1p1MRbSzWLM/s1600-h/IMG_9059_edited-1+copy_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdeg-ktcDI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1p1MRbSzWLM/s320/IMG_9059_edited-1+copy_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293008760991794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdehiMi2AI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FyNEA7dxWzE/s1600-h/IMG_9460_edited-2+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdehiMi2AI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FyNEA7dxWzE/s320/IMG_9460_edited-2+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293018323310594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdegnXZV0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vutwW8N9mEs/s1600-h/IMG_9419_edited-3+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdegnXZV0I/AAAAAAAAAKI/vutwW8N9mEs/s320/IMG_9419_edited-3+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293002531133250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdehZXaO8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/sJ5DzZnHViA/s1600-h/IMG_9434_edited-3+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdehZXaO8I/AAAAAAAAAKY/sJ5DzZnHViA/s320/IMG_9434_edited-3+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280293015952964546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgCyQJ9zI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HDfuonALPKg/s1600-h/IMG_9475_edited-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgCyQJ9zI/AAAAAAAAAK4/HDfuonALPKg/s320/IMG_9475_edited-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294689080735538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZlAStJAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gF-PQt-_b_s/s1600-h/_MG_4444_edited-2+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZlAStJAI/AAAAAAAAAIw/gF-PQt-_b_s/s320/_MG_4444_edited-2+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280287580383683586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZj7mSTwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hBFWZLMAmvE/s1600-h/IMG_9475_edited-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZj7mSTwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/hBFWZLMAmvE/s320/IMG_9475_edited-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280287561943764738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYP9M-stI/AAAAAAAAAII/NYDEXG6hj_s/s1600-h/IMG_9053_edited-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYP9M-stI/AAAAAAAAAII/NYDEXG6hj_s/s320/IMG_9053_edited-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280286119265481426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXDZ2747I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wyjTk8ETyhI/s1600-h/_MG_4441_edited-2+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXDZ2747I/AAAAAAAAAHY/wyjTk8ETyhI/s320/_MG_4441_edited-2+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284804107723698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally baby &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cayden&lt;/span&gt;.... So precious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZkw18-TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dOpqFD5R9Jg/s1600-h/_MG_0091_edited-2.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZkw18-TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/dOpqFD5R9Jg/s320/_MG_0091_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280287576236554546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZkel80yI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_dh1EnZ6vt8/s1600-h/_MG_0072_edited-2.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZkel80yI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_dh1EnZ6vt8/s320/_MG_0072_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280287571337597730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZkDX_jTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oxJeOljDrDY/s1600-h/_MG_0045_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdZkDX_jTI/AAAAAAAAAIY/oxJeOljDrDY/s320/_MG_0045_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280287564031298866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYPkIQClI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4yjyRZ0iD5E/s1600-h/12+13+08_0741_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYPkIQClI/AAAAAAAAAIA/4yjyRZ0iD5E/s320/12+13+08_0741_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280286112534760018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYPLPu3eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E_chsW1n0eU/s1600-h/12+13+08_0710_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYPLPu3eI/AAAAAAAAAH4/E_chsW1n0eU/s320/12+13+08_0710_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280286105855253986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYO4LKIyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N8tW1ctILu8/s1600-h/12+13+08_0641_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdYO4LKIyI/AAAAAAAAAHw/N8tW1ctILu8/s320/12+13+08_0641_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280286100735796002" 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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXDE_rdYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cCQkxG_Fss8/s1600-h/_MG_0091_edited-1+copy_edited-1.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXDE_rdYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/cCQkxG_Fss8/s320/_MG_0091_edited-1+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284798507251074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXC5z8KvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/paqrvZrgb3g/s1600-h/_MG_0072_edited-1+copy_edited-1.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXC5z8KvI/AAAAAAAAAHI/paqrvZrgb3g/s320/_MG_0072_edited-1+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284795505224434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXChp8gAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6wLWBzARbhA/s1600-h/_MG_0005_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdXChp8gAI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6wLWBzARbhA/s320/_MG_0005_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280284789020852226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgDhwaqvI/AAAAAAAAALI/PcAEFIm09-o/s1600-h/12+13+08_0711_edited-2.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgDhwaqvI/AAAAAAAAALI/PcAEFIm09-o/s320/12+13+08_0711_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294701832514290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgDZN3EBI/AAAAAAAAALA/pyckYxrTNjQ/s1600-h/12+13+08_0746_edited-3.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgDZN3EBI/AAAAAAAAALA/pyckYxrTNjQ/s320/12+13+08_0746_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294699540090898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgCooLGWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iF3upF4Kdv8/s1600-h/12+13+08_0638_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdgCooLGWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iF3upF4Kdv8/s320/12+13+08_0638_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280294686497118562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy them as much as I have tonight... Let me know what you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-5677877011944592304?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5677877011944592304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=5677877011944592304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5677877011944592304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5677877011944592304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-getting-better.html' title='I am getting better....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUdaj0s-Z1I/AAAAAAAAAJY/seE5Va2-IiA/s72-c/12+07+08_0417_edited-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-4344258501205689636</id><published>2008-12-11T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:22:29.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Midnight Blues....</title><content type='html'>Midnight blues... Okay not really midnight but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tenish&lt;/span&gt; blues just didn't sound right!!!! After a bottle of Champagne and a good night with my best friend you would think the only thing I could feel is good right... but as I drove home tonight my mood began to fade from energetic and funny to down right depressed.  I drove in to my parking a lot that I knew again held the empty spot that I hoped one day would be surprisingly filled with a familiar car, took the keys out of the ignition and put them into the door to walk into the silent empty home, no one to come home to, no one to welcome me home, or say how much they missed me and if for by some chance I ignored all that as I walked up the stairs to change my clothes and climb into the empty bed that once held the arms that made me feel complete, I knew I couldn't ignore that.  So I did the only thing I felt I could, with determination not to contact her of course... I pulled out my laptop to write to you all.  I don't know how many times a day I here are you dating anyone, have you found that special someone, whats wrong with you Lisa you seem like such a nice girl?  Then I hear well you have time, your special someone is just out there looking for you, you have plenty of time!  What scares me is that who knows how much time I have, I know that everyday goes by and my heart is empty, that each moment could be my last and what scares me is that I could never feel in my whole life the way I did when I was with her.... What if that was it! What if the fact that I wasn't good enough for her, lost the only chance at true happiness?  What if I didn't try hard enough or didn't give enough of myself, what did i do wrong? Why is it that people give up on people, why do we just quit and think this is too hard.  Why is it we give and give and give and then just wake up one day and the person you gave it all to decides that you aren't enough?  I hate this bed and its memories, these walls and their stories. I hate that in every room I can see her and I hate even more that it doesn't effect her the same way.  If I could shut off this mind and just sleep I would but even with this champagne in my system and being completely exhausted all I can do is yearn for the unreachable.  I know in my heart its over, I know not to be bitter and to cherish our memories but the pain is bold and the heart is aching for her arms to be around me, her breath on my neck, her smell in my room and her love all around me.  As I let these feelings overwhelm me and a tear runs down my face, I know that my heart has been down this road so many times I can see it without my eyes being open and yet it doesn't seem any easier.  I want to only know what love is without hurting, to be able to give myself completely and know someone is taking it and wanting to give that back.  But how do you let that vision develop when all you see is one person as the one for you.  God please help me find strength to let go, to know she is where she needs and wants to be and that by letting go of this pain, I am not letting go of her but setting myself free to heal and love again.  Where ever she is please protect her, give her all the love and support she needs, bring her happiness and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;companionship&lt;/span&gt; and someone who she can love and accept into her heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-4344258501205689636?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4344258501205689636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=4344258501205689636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4344258501205689636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4344258501205689636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/midnight-blues.html' title='Midnight Blues....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-6408506176510631802</id><published>2008-12-10T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:08:26.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The words from a woman who is inspired.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Can in one moment your life change so quickly.. Can you one minute feel like life is so hard and its insanely hard to breath in and out... and then with a blink of an eye, a moment of clarity and wow you have found a spark within you that makes you want to capture a picture, write a story, smile again! I am a woman who feels, I feel every emotion, every inch of pain and every inch of happiness. I wish from time to time that I could be that person who can make choice and never look back not show an emotion or shed a tear over anything that would make them look weak or helpless but then you wouldn't have these ramblings from an emotional women to read everyday!!! Love, life, kids, jobs, friends, families they all effect us everyday, sometimes in good ways, sometimes in bad. Sometimes in my life I let one experience hold me down and sometimes it takes me a long time to recover. I guess that comes from being so emotional and probably from being my mother's daughter, my mom loved a man so deeply that even when her life started over she never really let go, loving him without letting go and loving herself left her in a place where I don't think even she knew who she was, she was lost. Now so many years later she has finally let go and learned that to open one door she had to let the other door go....but so many years were lost to that pain. I refuse to get lost in this love, to hope, to hold on, to stop living for someone who forgets that i even exist. I know from those experience we all can pull inspiration, desire, need and want to rise above one accomplishment or one crumbled moment to prove to ourselves or the people we love that we can rise again even more amazing. What's that saying "from the rubble of a broken dream rises the strength, determination and courage to reach for the next one". Today I say I am rising, stronger more inspired then I have ever been.... I know that from the pain of a broken heart, I can pull in that emotion and create inspiration, determination to improve me, I will not let this defeat me when the person who effects me no longer shows the emotions I feel right now I have no choice but to start new to rise above this pain.. to find something that inspires me. I am breaking through and trying something different I will not stay in this house waiting for her to rescue me, I will not stop living in hope that she will want to come live with me, I will start new, try new things, let myself be inspired to live again in this life and not feel guiltily!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things that inspire me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My photography and my babies....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0VzbQyPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SoSJ0q4QTjs/s1600-h/IMG_9555_edited-1.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0VzbQyPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SoSJ0q4QTjs/s320/IMG_9555_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278417049953028338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0VhQjbyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4YQWoko8GsE/s1600-h/IMG_8852_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0VhQjbyI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4YQWoko8GsE/s320/IMG_8852_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278417045076274978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzgynqZPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/16Pmdpt46Gs/s1600-h/IMG_8796_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzgynqZPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/16Pmdpt46Gs/s320/IMG_8796_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278416139203536114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creative pictures with couples and their bottom halves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC3_TEYKkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Pql8JO-N6FQ/s1600-h/08+23+08_Kristin%27s+%26+Tony%27s+Wedding_0302+copy_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC3_TEYKkI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Pql8JO-N6FQ/s320/08+23+08_Kristin%27s+%26+Tony%27s+Wedding_0302+copy_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278421061356497474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzghJroLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ewV_5AxeBaU/s1600-h/08+23+08_Kristin%27s+%26+Tony%27s+Wedding_0021_edited-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzghJroLI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ewV_5AxeBaU/s320/08+23+08_Kristin%27s+%26+Tony%27s+Wedding_0021_edited-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278416134514385074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzgLlT9qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-si0crtZxRU/s1600-h/IMG_9475_edited-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzgLlT9qI/AAAAAAAAAFY/-si0crtZxRU/s320/IMG_9475_edited-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278416128724694690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzf_e-C9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V9Mn3BTrCYw/s1600-h/_MG_4505_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzf_e-C9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/V9Mn3BTrCYw/s320/_MG_4505_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278416125476867026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCwugaMdVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SD075QeCAP8/s1600-h/IMG_9463_edited-4+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCwugaMdVI/AAAAAAAAAFI/SD075QeCAP8/s320/IMG_9463_edited-4+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278413076298495314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i530.photobucket.com/albums/dd348/xxsockinator/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 223px; height: 207px;" src="http://i530.photobucket.com/albums/dd348/xxsockinator/LOVE.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing a woman in love....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzgRFWp0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jd5nXjOaAxE/s1600-h/_MG_4440_edited-1+copy.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/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUCzgRFWp0I/AAAAAAAAAFg/Jd5nXjOaAxE/s320/_MG_4440_edited-1+copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278416130201265986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sayings that say it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp128/asexyb3atch-2009/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 151px; height: 38px;" src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp128/asexyb3atch-2009/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Road signs with meanings other then traffic......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii298/kailie4427/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii298/kailie4427/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Creative pics made out of household items......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i497.photobucket.com/albums/rr331/Taylorpoop1/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 149px;" src="http://i497.photobucket.com/albums/rr331/Taylorpoop1/love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and love drawn on the beach....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb315/haitianstud_22/---love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 211px;" src="http://i210.photobucket.com/albums/bb315/haitianstud_22/---love.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which all comes back to photography......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0V11EGOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3rbD6KuKANc/s1600-h/camera1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 291px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0V11EGOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3rbD6KuKANc/s320/camera1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278417050598119650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and my writing.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr163/sandwichester/writing%20pics/2ijsqx0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="http://i480.photobucket.com/albums/rr163/sandwichester/writing%20pics/2ijsqx0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With all this inspiration how could a girl not be able to pull herself up from the wreckage of a broken heart and walk down the broken road sharing pictures, words and her heart.... I mean at this point I really just have to breath in and out and be this inspired woman.... with a camera, and my laptop I will rebuild myself for me, my kids and the hope of being someone amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/35419148-6408506176510631802?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/6408506176510631802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=6408506176510631802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/6408506176510631802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/6408506176510631802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/words-from-woman-who-is-inspired.html' title='The words from a woman who is inspired.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SUC0VzbQyPI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SoSJ0q4QTjs/s72-c/IMG_9555_edited-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-5786327126053831283</id><published>2008-12-09T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T23:23:18.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once upon a time......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever walked down the street and seen someone who once upon a time played an important role in your life and looked the other way? Pretended they didn't exist or that you didn't even see them? Ever picked up the phone to call that person and hung up or sat sad because you wish you could just hear their voice but didn't? Of course I am not talk about those crazy ones in High School that was better left there or that stalker one night stand from the bar (lol) but people you loved, maybe dried your tears, or held your hand, laid next to you in bed and told you were the one.  Its amazing how people come in and out of your life,how once upon a time romantically or friendly they were your someone special somewhere down that road.  How many people pass each other or go along in life like that person isn't living somewhere out there in the world.  Don't get me wrong I know life moves forward, people change, grow, move on but I do also know that in your heart you always have that spot where those memories exist and maybe in most case that's where they should stay but so many times in my sleepless moments at night (lol) I look back over lost relationships, love, friendships even family and I think about where maybe I could have repaired broken roads. Mostly I have to let go cause sometimes there are no answers or repair that can be done but sometimes there is a glimpse of hope, a instant message from a new friend, an email from an old one, a call from a long lost love those moments that make you believe that memories, people are worth holding onto. More recently in my life I have looked back and I see a woman I fell in love with and held onto for so long, really even when we were apart we never seemed to really let go (i know you have all felt that before that first love, or random spark that you held on to in hope that one day... well just for one day) or ever been able to even be in the same city and not want to see each other but now we have come back to a point where we could make it happen and for some reason we can't or won't and i have come to see and astonishly know that I have come to this road where I so desperately want to hold on to this woman passing me by and I convinced myself that if I did hold on tight enough, long enough that  I could love her enough for both of us and that she would come to me. Over the last few really hard months I realize that no matter what hold I wanted to have I realized I had none at all. That the only hold I have is the one in my heart and that the only thing holding us together is my hold and that as soon as I realeased it she would be gone and she was, I let go and she stopped calling, texting needing me.   I can't give her the strength she needs to fill her holes in her heart But what I do have is the strength to fill in the holes in mine! I love this quote from one of my Favorite movies "The Notebook" and really it says it all for me right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Noah writes this letter to Allie when he thinks he has lost her and he released his hold on the hope that she would come back to him, this is my closure to my hole in my heart  "I couldn't sleep last night because I know that it's over between us. I'm not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real. And if in some distant place in the future we see each other in our new lives, I'll smile at you with joy and remember how we spent the summer beneath the trees, learning from each other and growing in love. The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds, and that's what you've given me. That's what I hope to give to you forever. I love you. I'll be seeing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;" I want to look at her in my future and know that where ever we are that I love or loved her with all that I am and that smiling and remembering as we pass each other on the street is sacred to the moments we spent together and that silently I am honoring those moments.  I finally realized that no matter what she has going on there or how far she pushes me away I can honor our memory in my heart and know that love did exist and love our memory.  Sometimes the best thing you can do is honor a relationship and then set it free.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a friend the other day about searching for what we want, what we have built up in our minds as the perfect romance since we were little girls and how sometimes you search and search for that perfect romance whether in a woman or a man and you get lost in the search. I think that love can be found anywhere, that sometimes we get so caught up in looking for the dream, the happily ever afters that we forget that all we really need to find is happiness with in ourselves and that love can come from a new friend, an old one, in a woman or in a man, in a family member but most all to be able to find love within yourself and being comfortable with giving that love and stop the believing that we aren't complete without a man or women loving us.  I think that we should hold on when we have it, but remember that we are still someone even we don't have it,  remember to treasure the friends and loved ones we have and know in your heart that love will find  you when its meant to be. I want to love myself... I want to love enough to hold on to the hope of rekindled friendships and the hope of new ones, the comfort of everlasting friendships and family that have stuck through it all with you, the unexpected future that could hold a million amazing moments that take your breath away &amp;amp; that true love is out there waiting to sweep me off my feet when I least expect it! Until then I will curl up in bed with this computer and a glass of wine, soft music and all of you and know that I am inspired with every word I write, encouraged by the amazing friends I have, the new ones I will meet &amp;amp; embracing the future with a new set of eyes knowing that every new story should start out with loving yourself and Once upon a time......&lt;br /&gt;&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/35419148-5786327126053831283?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/5786327126053831283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=5786327126053831283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5786327126053831283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/5786327126053831283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/people-once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time......'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-9179552583090822947</id><published>2008-12-08T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:36:37.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas tree picking....</title><content type='html'>Tonight we went hunting for our Perfect Christmas Tree.... With three angels how could you go wrong on that adventure. With hot chocolate in our hands and the smell of fresh trees in the air we started off for the perfect tree. We went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Victoria's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; adventure... where we stopped in front to take some pictures (of course)!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4C0S-rnqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0QeMNI-tV9g/s1600-h/IMG_9964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277658910795996834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4C0S-rnqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0QeMNI-tV9g/s320/IMG_9964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just the three of them... so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4CgJzd-bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_71eDHsrCos/s1600-h/IMG_9958.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277658564735662514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4CgJzd-bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/_71eDHsrCos/s320/IMG_9958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;my Shelby with her cocoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4CNbDDAnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6WZzcfDMVsY/s1600-h/IMG_9955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277658242946892402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4CNbDDAnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6WZzcfDMVsY/s320/IMG_9955.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kayla helping me search for the perfect tree....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4B45gq0uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/11pkOZrzC8o/s1600-h/IMG_9954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277657890346947298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4B45gq0uI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/11pkOZrzC8o/s320/IMG_9954.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheesy Ethan... and his birthday crown from school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4BnyNmRZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kspp1VhCncQ/s1600-h/IMG_9952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277657596330132882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4BnyNmRZI/AAAAAAAAAEI/kspp1VhCncQ/s320/IMG_9952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and my boy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4BSxZoHLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eSaNI6KWvBM/s1600-h/IMG_9951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277657235334896818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4BSxZoHLI/AAAAAAAAAEA/eSaNI6KWvBM/s320/IMG_9951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My sweet pea and me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4BBtZL1NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HrV_3GaSmxw/s1600-h/IMG_9948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277656942201525458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4BBtZL1NI/AAAAAAAAAD4/HrV_3GaSmxw/s320/IMG_9948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My big girl and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4Axmnx1qI/AAAAAAAAADw/JnRoAKxRHJ4/s1600-h/IMG_9947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277656665505781410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4Axmnx1qI/AAAAAAAAADw/JnRoAKxRHJ4/s320/IMG_9947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby and Kayla in a friendly moment of being sister for a second...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4Ef3pbclI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VbM383BGjm8/s1600-h/_MG_9961%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277660758884971090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4Ef3pbclI/AAAAAAAAAE4/VbM383BGjm8/s320/_MG_9961%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.We saw this perfect tree and it was $140..... so we decided that was to much for our little house so we got this perfect one for $22 instead lol (one day we will have the 8' tree)!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4DLJMmMSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MdH23w24Knk/s1600-h/IMG_9966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277659303306998050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4DLJMmMSI/AAAAAAAAAEw/MdH23w24Knk/s320/IMG_9966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So the kids were so excited... about our tree and could hardly wait to decorate tomorrow... maybe getting back into the feel of Christmas spirit isnt goint to be so hard... With a night of Christmas tree hunting and the kids so happy.... Love Love Loved it!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-9179552583090822947?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/9179552583090822947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=9179552583090822947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/9179552583090822947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/9179552583090822947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tree-picking.html' title='Christmas tree picking....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/ST4C0S-rnqI/AAAAAAAAAEo/0QeMNI-tV9g/s72-c/IMG_9964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-1703278887996411088</id><published>2008-12-07T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T21:19:23.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The children all nestled and snug in their bed.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The kids are all in bed, snuggled up tight and now that the weekend has calmed into the night and i am left with the silence of this room and the crickets outside my window I have time to reflect on the things I have been suppressing through the weekend.  My son is five, ready for kindergarten... I have come to acknowledge and accept that there is some love you can't hold on to no matter how hard you try... I have committed myself to four classes and the hope to have an AA in Photography and some day a career.  That my girls are growing into young women, faster then I could ever want or thought of. Last and not least that Christmas is quickly approaching.  Its weird to me because not to many years ago this holiday used to be my favorite holiday, the lights, the trees, hot cocoa, present wrapping, stockings hung on a wall or fireplace, Santa.... The whole idea of family around a tree, playing games, singing Christmas carols and eating food just warmed my heart and made me happy.  Don't get my wrong seeing my children wake up for Santa and rip open presents with the biggest smiles ever makes me so happy but having to let them go, to know I will sit in this house and have know one to share the moments when they aren't here. TO know exactly who I want to share  those moments with, deep heartily knowing that vision isn't felt in return. Its heart breaking.  So after all this writing and a strong commitment to not wallow in this heartache anymore, I have decided to really dive in this year. Christmas pictures, decorating inside and outside of the house with the kids, Christmas tree decorating with songs and cookie making, and really indulging in seeing all the lights and sharing the traditions of Christmas with my kids.... I will find the strength to love this holiday even if I have to learn to love it all over again by myself.  So tomorrow Christmas tree hunting... and learning to feel life through my own skin with my new life and healing this broken heart.... I will post pictures tomorrow of the kids and I hunting for the perfect tree. Until then I will leave you with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img01.doobix.com/blogger/poems/pictures/poems_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 350px;" src="http://img01.doobix.com/blogger/poems/pictures/poems_10.jpg" alt="" 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/35419148-1703278887996411088?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/1703278887996411088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=1703278887996411088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/1703278887996411088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/1703278887996411088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/children-all-nestled-and-snug-in-their.html' title='The children all nestled and snug in their bed.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-4061038707540594945</id><published>2008-12-07T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T18:05:57.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hectic, Crazy Weekend!!!!`</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So my hectic, crazy weekend... As I said in my previous post I had my babies birthday party so much fun... two pinatas and cupcakes so so many cupcakes and the slumber party to remember. LOL why I do this to myself one adult, 8 kids CRAZY but Ethan had a blast. Here are few photos from our day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3r1Vve9I/AAAAAAAAADg/85vl4uCTm0s/s1600-h/12+07+08_0454.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 224px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3r1Vve9I/AAAAAAAAADg/85vl4uCTm0s/s320/12+07+08_0454.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277224458307730386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 kids hand  prints that stayed for the slumber party.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3W_l2fTI/AAAAAAAAADY/hJ9wa2q5Yos/s1600-h/12+06+08_0588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3W_l2fTI/AAAAAAAAADY/hJ9wa2q5Yos/s320/12+06+08_0588.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277224100282400050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan and his friends with faces of excitement as he got Tony Hawk Bed Stuff for his new Big Boy Bed.... From Mommy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3D9VTGbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nLXMUk17Lw8/s1600-h/12+06+08_0577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3D9VTGbI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nLXMUk17Lw8/s320/12+06+08_0577.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277223773258586546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan and his new cool army rain boots from Auntie Amy!!!! Thanks Auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx2jADyQPI/AAAAAAAAADI/LG_7LAXqP0g/s1600-h/12+06+08_0536.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx2jADyQPI/AAAAAAAAADI/LG_7LAXqP0g/s320/12+06+08_0536.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277223207054754034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Cutie Pootie nephew Cruzie... and his yummy yummy sucker!!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1xIwxknI/AAAAAAAAACo/Lau70-IAu0c/s1600-h/12+06+08_0471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1xIwxknI/AAAAAAAAACo/Lau70-IAu0c/s320/12+06+08_0471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277222350397477490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ethan swinging his bat at the "PINNATA" as he said it lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx2XB_hYjI/AAAAAAAAADA/S5Fpt1xTiM8/s1600-h/12+06+08_0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx2XB_hYjI/AAAAAAAAADA/S5Fpt1xTiM8/s320/12+06+08_0510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277223001415311922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nate and his swing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx2NvqEshI/AAAAAAAAAC4/68U-0wFJ6WI/s1600-h/12+06+08_0495.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx2NvqEshI/AAAAAAAAAC4/68U-0wFJ6WI/s320/12+06+08_0495.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277222841874690578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sydney and her fierce swing !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1_TICJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/7M9xaZxijKY/s1600-h/12+06+08_0489.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1_TICJ_I/AAAAAAAAACw/7M9xaZxijKY/s320/12+06+08_0489.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277222593697556466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cruzie and his turn up to bat....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1jKGckFI/AAAAAAAAACg/QWqAhCIM3Js/s1600-h/12+06+08_0480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1jKGckFI/AAAAAAAAACg/QWqAhCIM3Js/s320/12+06+08_0480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277222110238642258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diego jumpn' swinging and knocking down the pinata!!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx6ATT1DVI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZPTsIKy9a9g/s1600-h/12+06+08_0524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx6ATT1DVI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZPTsIKy9a9g/s320/12+06+08_0524.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277227008973409618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And last but not least MY Shelby taking her swing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1Aqo453I/AAAAAAAAACY/xmFJF5cTCLw/s1600-h/12+06+08_0457_edited-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx1Aqo453I/AAAAAAAAACY/xmFJF5cTCLw/s320/12+06+08_0457_edited-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277221517677619058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally my Big boy...Thanks To Stephanie and Nick for letting us party it up at their house and to everyone who came and had fun with us for Ethan's Birthday!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-4061038707540594945?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4061038707540594945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=4061038707540594945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4061038707540594945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4061038707540594945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-hectic-crazy-weekend.html' title='My Hectic, Crazy Weekend!!!!`'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STx3r1Vve9I/AAAAAAAAADg/85vl4uCTm0s/s72-c/12+07+08_0454.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-4178177032698859242</id><published>2008-12-05T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T15:47:30.704-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I am back'/><title type='text'>My Ramblings are back.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So after&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lots of request and some minor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;technical&lt;/span&gt; adjustments to this website my ramblings are back online. This website will be designed to keep you updated on my crazy sometimes dramatic almost uncontrollable life. For my family and friends you get all the info you begged me to call and tell you with some filter of course and even pictures of the kids and our adventures. I plan on posting some of my photography and even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;discussing&lt;/span&gt; my insane obsession with love movies and romance books (my dream world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). But most of all here I hope to bring a smile to your face, open your mind to new insights and impress you with my fancy - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;smancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; photos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So for my first topic my boy's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; is this weekend, my youngest Ethan is turning 5. He is my baby who's not so much a baby anymore... so so sad!!! I mean I wish I could freeze him to the adorable age he is right now... wait you need to see what I am talking about... here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276455518775554082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STm8VqXEMCI/AAAAAAAAACE/twi__bWgFk4/s320/IMG00054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wrinkly&lt;/span&gt; nose, the cute cheeks.... he's too much!!! So his party is this weekend, pizza, pinata, screaming kids fun fun!!! Then that night he is having a slumber party... more crafts, fun foods and oh screaming kids &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!!! Sunday we will be off to the park to do family pictures for one of my aunts and then home to get our tree... and decorate yea!!!! Love the smell of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; trees.. Its like love and family and hot chocolate and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Santa&lt;/span&gt; all rolled into one! Well I am off to get the kiddos and make cupcakes for my big boy's big day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-4178177032698859242?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4178177032698859242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=4178177032698859242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4178177032698859242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4178177032698859242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-ramblings-are-back.html' title='My Ramblings are back.....'/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/STm8VqXEMCI/AAAAAAAAACE/twi__bWgFk4/s72-c/IMG00054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35419148.post-4637024624986460312</id><published>2008-04-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T14:59:12.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hi everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35419148-4637024624986460312?l=lisalife08.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/feeds/4637024624986460312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35419148&amp;postID=4637024624986460312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4637024624986460312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35419148/posts/default/4637024624986460312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lisalife08.blogspot.com/2008/04/hi-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Lisa</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVIk6LrUVYI/SBfp5dOTwhI/AAAAAAAAAA0/T1xYiYSkNgA/S220/144.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
