tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-134876072024-03-06T23:14:17.968-08:00Just me.You might not like what I have to say here, but this is MY forum to speak my mind. If you're going to hold it against me, maybe you shouldn't be here.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-3362734130585267012011-10-12T08:40:00.000-07:002011-10-12T08:50:32.393-07:00Five years.**Blogger auto post FAIL**<br /><br /><iframe width="400" height="100" style="position: relative; display: block; width: 400px; height: 100px;" src="http://bandcamp.com/EmbeddedPlayer/v=2/track=1596512727/size=venti/bgcol=FFFFFF/linkcol=4285BB/" allowtransparency="true" frameborder="0"><a href="http://adamhoodmusic.bandcamp.com/track/once-theyre-gone">Once They're Gone by Adam Hood</a></iframe>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-32437111363426477362010-12-20T12:07:00.000-08:002010-12-20T12:08:35.685-08:0035th birthday suckfest.That's all there is to it.<br /><br />My dad and step momster met me the Sunday before at Armadillo Palace, one of my favorite places, so that was nice. My dad's birthday is two days after mine, so we usually meet for lunch or dinner the week of to celebrate and exchange gifts.<br /><br />That Monday I worked and went to the gym, so nothing special there. Tuesday, the 7th, was my birthday. I brought my lunch because it was a little presumptuous to assume my boss would be taking me to eat since it hadn't been mentioned before. I turned down a couple of offers for dinner because I signed up for boot camp and was going to follow through with that commitment, no matter what else came up. I got to boot camp at 6:00, but we weren't scheduled to start until 6:15. I sat there until 6:20 waiting. No one else ever showed up. I was LIVID. Turns out they had combined the beginners class with the regular, but no one had informed me of this. I ended up leaving there and going to the gym which I guess was better than nothing. I had hummus, pita chips and carrots for dinner. Big time birthday dinner, huh?<br /><br />My mom and I had plans to go to dinner Wednesday but she canceled on me. Typical. I still haven't gotten so much as a card from her. Isn't that nice? I hadn't brought gym clothes with me so I ended up treating myself to a manicure and a pedicure. I've decided that since I don't have anyone to buy the things I want as gifts, then I will just buy them myself. Hence the BEAUTIFUL Coach purse and matching Platinum Keurig. <br /><br />This was my first birthday without my grandma. Her card was the one card I could count on to be in my mailbox the day before my birthday, and I never realized just how much I looked forward to that card until I didn't get it. I don't think I got a single birthday card in the mail, come to think of it. I'm usually okay being single, but when birthdays and holidays roll around, it sucks. I want that one person in my life that would make those days special.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-4489135704034020062010-10-08T14:11:00.000-07:002010-10-08T14:24:38.680-07:00Four years.<object width="480" height="270"><param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcj3q1_pink-crystal-ball-funhouse-tour-liv_music?additionalInfos=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/video/xcj3q1_pink-crystal-ball-funhouse-tour-liv_music?additionalInfos=0" width="480" height="270" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"></embed></object><br /><b><a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xcj3q1_pink-crystal-ball-funhouse-tour-liv_music">Pink - Crystal Ball (Funhouse Tour Live In Australia)</a></b><br /><i>Uploaded by <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Henrietta-Aime-Fumer_Tv">Henrietta-Aime-Fumer_Tv</a>. - <a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/us/channel/music">See the latest featured music videos.</a></i><br /><br /><br />Drinking wine and thinking bliss, is on the other side of this <br />I just need a compass and a willing accomplice <br />All my doubts that fill my head are skidding up and down again <br />Up and down and round again, down and up and down again <br /> <br />Oh, I've had my chances and I've taken them all <br />Just to end up right back here on the floor <br />To end up right back here in on the floor <br /> <br />Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel <br />Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell <br />But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm <br /> <br />The cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the Crystal Ball <br /> <br />Sometimes you think everything is wrapped inside a diamond ring <br />Love just needs a witness and a little forgiveness <br />And a halo of patience and a less sporadic pace and <br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">I'm learning to be brave in my beautiful mistakes <br /> <br />Oh I've felt that fire and I've been burned <br />But I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned <br />I wouldn't trade the pain for what I've learned </span><br /> <br />Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel <br />Fortune teller that says maybe you will go to hell <br />But I'm not scared at all...hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm <br /> <br />Of the cracks in the crystal, the cracks in the crystal ball <br /> <br />Irony, irony, this hate and love, hate and love <br />What it does to me, what it's done to me <br />What is done...done <br /> <br />Pennies in a well, a million dollars in the fountain of a hotel <br />Broken mirrors and a black cats cold stare <br />Walk under ladders on my way to hell, I'll meet you there <br /> <br />But I'm not scared at all, hmm...I'm not scared at all.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-73562795241694509562010-08-30T07:47:00.000-07:002010-08-30T08:00:27.278-07:00And this is why she is my BFF.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq96f45091d5r-4IG6LDaR8zVttcE7veGGffvIObN-2TisWodTSX6fnoI2v63myP7F0hcRhdLUB65CBT4gHO6j6ywboLgWXlK7NVv4opMrH4WWJo0e0m-kZMhevuHnHv6kdJejDQ/s1600/100_3195.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq96f45091d5r-4IG6LDaR8zVttcE7veGGffvIObN-2TisWodTSX6fnoI2v63myP7F0hcRhdLUB65CBT4gHO6j6ywboLgWXlK7NVv4opMrH4WWJo0e0m-kZMhevuHnHv6kdJejDQ/s320/100_3195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511217882240412626" /></a><br />This is the email I got from my BFF (of almost 22 years!) this morning: <br />Hey Honey,<br />Tomorrow is the BIG or littler day depending on how you look at it. ;) Is there anything I can do, other than pray of course? Do you have preop today? I wanted to call you all weekend but things have just been crazy with the beginning of school! I also realized that not only do J and B have meet the teacher tomorrow but Owen has parent orientation at 5:30 tomorrow night. I can probably leave after orientation and come to see you but it will be after 6:30. I am just so excited for you but wanting to be with you and help you anyway I can. Do I need to stay with you after your Dad leaves? I will call you later, just know that I love you so much and can't wait for this exciting chapter in your life. <br />Love you!<br />Denise<br /><br />She is the ONE person (in the United States-shout out to Irenda!) that offered to help me out with the dogs. Keep in mind she has a husband, four young children, a dog of her own and one of the most demanding jobs of anyone I know. She has been nothing but supportive and excited for me as I make this change. I hope she knows just how much I love her and appreciate having her as my BFFEEEE.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-36832030235476160252009-10-27T14:06:00.000-07:002009-10-27T14:14:13.632-07:00Catch 22I'm glad my pawpaw isn't here to witness what is going on with his family. Although, if he was still here, you can bet your ass none of this would be happening.<br />I'm not on anyone's side, because the way I see it, everyone has had a part in the wrongdoing. I'm so disgusted and disappointed that I can't even find the words.<br /><br />I love my grandparents more than just about anyone else in this world. I am so thankful to them for giving me the best summers a young girl could have ever had. THOSE are the memories I treasure and think back on. Trips to Toledo Bend in the back of pawpaw's truck with the camper on it with my kissin' cousin and a "boom box" listening to music and catching up on life, playing dominoes, Uno or Skip Bo and Bouree when we got older. I learned how to appreciate spending time with my family from them, and I'm sad to think that's over now because no one is getting along. It seems everyone's motives are self serving and that makes me sad.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-64131049781471004272009-10-08T09:08:00.000-07:002010-10-08T14:37:51.817-07:00Three years.<embed width="640" height="360" src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:ifilm:video:spike.com:2744641" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="autoPlay=false" allowfullscreen="true"></embed><div style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12px; background-color: #000; width: 640px; padding: 3px 0; color: #fff;"><a href="http://www.spike.com/video/pink-who-knew/2744641" style="color: #ffcc35; margin-left: 5px;">Pink - Who Knew</a> | <a href="http://www.spike.com/channel/musicvideos" style="color: #ffcc35">Music Videos</a> | <a href="http://www.spike.com/" style="color: #ffcc35">SPIKE.com</a></div>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-36502718218885545642009-09-30T11:31:00.001-07:002009-09-30T11:37:27.150-07:00Yeah, I'm crafty.Averie and I are <a href="http://makingstrides.acsevents.org/site/TR/MakingStridesAgainstBreastCancer/MSABCFY10National?px=12915355&pg=personal&fr_id=19712">Making Strides Against Breast Cancer</a> this weekend in Sulphur, LA and my cousin named our team "Ta-Ta's and Tu-Tu's". This is Averie's tu-tu. Cute, yes?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqtB00S1vWcAUHlglkv8oa58w9MLTjPPt5phGrWrCGZGqRU8Uzy55w28bf-ASuWoDFcOuu-9JrE5rqd0IrDikzT4ogssyVyvKQ3n-_xIcIEMr0QaQbK6FMthTLpwrye8NlRc2ow/s1600-h/tutu+front.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUqtB00S1vWcAUHlglkv8oa58w9MLTjPPt5phGrWrCGZGqRU8Uzy55w28bf-ASuWoDFcOuu-9JrE5rqd0IrDikzT4ogssyVyvKQ3n-_xIcIEMr0QaQbK6FMthTLpwrye8NlRc2ow/s400/tutu+front.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387330616547460258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDHscYM-hKdnt0elPMt6iw8TsnkqB2DRzwHJpEOh3kKYZ-VTkq77BWPcv0Nuur4SCg3AJcL5KxuGFSbJ-8z5jfaeji6vOLMbIPIzw4GiGlJ4n0zmWxwElnZy4qA0HUadu8pb39w/s1600-h/tutu+back.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuDHscYM-hKdnt0elPMt6iw8TsnkqB2DRzwHJpEOh3kKYZ-VTkq77BWPcv0Nuur4SCg3AJcL5KxuGFSbJ-8z5jfaeji6vOLMbIPIzw4GiGlJ4n0zmWxwElnZy4qA0HUadu8pb39w/s400/tutu+back.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387330045213490770" /></a>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-12177504128882026602009-08-17T07:48:00.000-07:002009-08-17T07:50:40.673-07:00Sometimes, you can love too much.<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfH5Fh1G-bImfF63uAdi1-8oVeKM9VIcVnL8QQmaZsMCwqtZyAe5FKwCv0xE-0YIJCjLbYLF8FlMN_9GNKHmuPqWr6QSImt1q8qAuy5nD_hRuDoVweq81pEEnV6wQiAdu2UK57w/s1600-h/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTQuanBn%3F=-740674"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfH5Fh1G-bImfF63uAdi1-8oVeKM9VIcVnL8QQmaZsMCwqtZyAe5FKwCv0xE-0YIJCjLbYLF8FlMN_9GNKHmuPqWr6QSImt1q8qAuy5nD_hRuDoVweq81pEEnV6wQiAdu2UK57w/s320/=%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMTQuanBn%3F=-740674" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370945254035585298" /></a></p>I love these kids more than words could ever say and right now it is breaking my heart.
<br>Sent on the Now Network� from my Sprint® BlackBerryNicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-74959785595027588672009-08-11T11:23:00.000-07:002009-08-11T11:29:51.326-07:00Open mouth, insert foot.Not mine. <br /><br />I really wish people would THINK about what they say before they say it. <br /><br />I've been tossing around the idea of getting another dog. I've looked at pictures of dogs that are up for adoption here and there, but I keep talking myself out of it. What I don't get are the people who say, "you don't need another dog", or things along those lines. Who the hell are you to tell me what I need? If I am not depending on you, you have NO say, and should do nothing but support me in something I might want.<br /><br />A couple of weeks ago I was planning a last minute road trip to the HC. Someone said, "Oh, it must be nice to just be able to pick up and go like that, without a worry in the world." Anyone that knows me, KNOWS how desperately I want children/a child, and that I would trade that freedom in HEARTBEAT.<br /><br />Please, people, think about what you say before you say it.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-48327820553671315162009-06-08T08:35:00.000-07:002009-06-08T09:06:33.757-07:00Tomatoes FlorentineI KIND OF followed <a href="http://www.americanprofile.com/recipes/print/38670.html?printable=true ">this</a> recipe.<br />Tomatoes Florentine<br />submitted by reader Martha Wolf of Brighton, MI<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06w_j_su88Q2-59bKEmZhU0Jf8PIhQVrBHNvxzmM5nXL_zzdrvprwVUFIAQ5cueItvOKkWq23zPsUss3bM1JMkdy6CCpz6SiuTDAR7wkG9gkAlvEgYxwkB-kFJmnnW8GAla2q6Q/s1600-h/tom+flor.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi06w_j_su88Q2-59bKEmZhU0Jf8PIhQVrBHNvxzmM5nXL_zzdrvprwVUFIAQ5cueItvOKkWq23zPsUss3bM1JMkdy6CCpz6SiuTDAR7wkG9gkAlvEgYxwkB-kFJmnnW8GAla2q6Q/s320/tom+flor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344988058015070370" /></a><br />Ingredients<br />1 (10-ounce) package frozen chopped spinach<br />2 large tomatoes, cut into ¾-inch-thick slices<br />½ cup dry Italian-seasoned bread crumbs<br />½ cup chopped green onions (white and green parts)<br />3 eggs, beaten<br />1/4 cup (1/2 stick) butter, melted<br />¼ cup grated Parmesan<br />¼ teaspoon minced garlic<br />1/2 teaspoon salt<br />¼ teaspoon dried thyme leaves<br />2 to 3 dashes hot pepper sauce<br />Instructions<br />1. Preheat oven to 350F. Grease a 13 x 9-inch glass baking dish.<br />2. Cook spinach according to package directions. Drain well in a colander, pressing with paper towels to remove most of the liquid.<br />3. Arrange tomato slices in a single layer in prepared pan. Combine bread crumbs, green onions, eggs, butter, Parmesan, garlic, salt, thyme and hot sauce in a medium bowl. Add spinach; mix well.<br />4. Spoon equal amounts of the spinach mixture on top of each tomato slice. Bake, uncovered, 15 minutes. Serves 8. (mine made nine slices)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4r544eF9Oh2JBx5ipsmJClBokte5rl1fbHTx_WsHc-iLyxwVk34zYixLOv310T9BN6MxsPlWCZWyYHIwRW8N5JyaucAv55SGfBxC0w6lBl-gVKfr2FzembjVVUcgbDVf5b2r6FA/s1600-h/tom+flor+1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4r544eF9Oh2JBx5ipsmJClBokte5rl1fbHTx_WsHc-iLyxwVk34zYixLOv310T9BN6MxsPlWCZWyYHIwRW8N5JyaucAv55SGfBxC0w6lBl-gVKfr2FzembjVVUcgbDVf5b2r6FA/s320/tom+flor+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344988153065389602" /></a><br />Tips from the Test Kitchen<br />Tips From Our Test Kitchen: You may use smaller tomatoes, if desired. Cut into ¾-inch thick slices and cover the bottom of the baking pan. Top with the spinach mixture and use the back of a spoon to spread evenly over all. Bake as directed.<br />Nutritional Information<br />Nutritional facts per serving: 130 calories, 9g fat, 5g protein, 8g carbohydrates, 1g fiber, 480mg sodium.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">My notes</span>-<br />1. I didn't have any bread crumbs, so I made my own. I used four slices of light whole wheat bread, brushed with olive oil, salt and Italian seasoning and baked until the bread was toasted. Threw the bread in the blender-voila, Italian seasoned bread crumbs.<br />2. I used three large-ish Roma tomatoes.<br />3. I didn't use green onions or thyme because I didn't have any-I don't think they would really add to this very much.<br />4. This calls for three eggs. I will use two egg whites next time. If the "stuffing" seems dry, I'll add some chicken broth.<br />5. I used a bag of fresh spinach because that's what I had. I heated up about two tablespoons of olive oil, lightly browned some fresh mined garlic and threw the spinach in to wilt.<br />6. I used a little more parmesan cheese than the recipe called for, and sprinkled some on the top after I took them out of the oven after 15 minutes, then I stuck them back in the oven for another 10 minutes.<br /><br />If you take my changes into consideration, this has a lot more fiber, and less calories.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-61559599858315154742009-06-04T14:33:00.000-07:002009-06-04T14:36:33.802-07:00Dudes!My boobie squishing appointment this morning was not bad AT ALL! I don't think I'd want to have it done every day or anything, but it was seriously no big deal. The <a href="http://www.clearlakermc.com/CustomPage.asp?guidCustomContentID=E35FBB94-E098-4C77-ACA3-82C85244828E">place I went to</a> was super nice, and staff couldn't have been better. My tech was awesome and made me feel totally comfortable the entire time, which is HUGE because I am super modest. <br />So, if you need to get your boobies squished but are scared, don't be!NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-60198360878427776702009-05-28T11:40:00.000-07:002009-05-28T11:44:39.720-07:00I don't even know where to start.The last few weeks have been a test. Right now, I feel like I am failing.<br /><br />Last Friday my niece Averie passed out twice and had two seizures. Seemingly out of no where. My sister rushed her to the doctor who ordered lab work, an MRI and an EEG. She had the MRI Friday afternoon and they were supposed to call with the results Friday evening. Unfortunately, they didn’t have the results so we had to wait out the three day weekend for the results. I got to Lake Charles around 5:00 or so. I had planned on going in for Averie’s first and last gymnastics meet, but this put a rush in my plans. Her doctor said he didn’t see why she shouldn’t participate since there’s no telling when or if she’ll ever pass out again, or have another seizure. She did her gymnastics thing Saturday afternoon and the girls and I headed back to TX when we got done with that. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtAjsxgCsZ2fZGfd6HPjTzJM8CRMOZiu8cgirnZXtv8LoeEt7f_xjmx3sdwsKSVKddaudZK5VthqC2__r50MT6uv9XAsUpqqKqIZ9lWeHACDiw9WN1POykNrQeLaC0UVcRIIwBg/s1600-h/100_8060.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWtAjsxgCsZ2fZGfd6HPjTzJM8CRMOZiu8cgirnZXtv8LoeEt7f_xjmx3sdwsKSVKddaudZK5VthqC2__r50MT6uv9XAsUpqqKqIZ9lWeHACDiw9WN1POykNrQeLaC0UVcRIIwBg/s320/100_8060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340947486702550114" /></a><br /><br />They swam their hearts out Saturday and Sunday-Cameron left Sunday evening and Averie decided she wanted to stay another night so she got to swim some more Monday. My sister called the doctor’s office several times to get the results of the MRI but couldn’t get anyone to call her back. Frustrating much? Averie got home from school and went straight to the couch to take a nap. She’d had a low grade fever Monday night, so Cameron, being the fantastic big sister she is, took Averie’s temperature under her arm and it was 102*. When the BIL got home, he took it again and it was 103* so he took her to the doctor’s office. Candi met them there and they finally got the results of the MRI and determined that Averie had some kind of upper respiratory infection.<br /><br />The results from the MRI are that Averie has Chiari Type I Malformation. http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/chiari/detail_chiari.htm<br /><br />She had the EEG yesterday morning but won’t know the results, or have a treatment plan for the CMI until June 8th, when she goes in to see the neurologist.<br /><br />My mom wasn't feeling well the week before Mother's Day so she went to see our internist, who also happens to be a close family friend(We call him by his first name, Roger, not Dr. Willette). He orders chest x-rays on her pretty much every time she goes to see him because he knows she is a heavy smoker. I was in Lake Charles that Friday and my sister and I got the following email-“When I went to see Roger this week, because I was feeling so bad, he thought I should have an X-ray and gave me three different prescriptions. He got the results of my chest X-ray. It showed my lungs being overinflated, but he said that could be caused by all the congestion I have. However he found was he called a Nodule, whatever that is. He said it could just be scar tissue, but it could also be a small tumor, so I have to get a Cat Scan next week. He is going to schedule it for me. Keep your fingers crossed. I just did not want either of you to hear this from someone else. Love, Mom”<br />As you can imagine, we were on pins and needles that weekend, and the following week. She had the Cat Scan which did not show any tumors, but did show significant CAD (coronary artery disease). Roger referred her to a cardiologist, who she saw this past Tuesday. Apparently, he was not at all happy with what he saw on the Cat Scan and told her he wanted to perform an angiogram Wednesday morning. She tried to put him off for a week but he wouldn’t budge. When she said she couldn’t do it this week because it’s the last week of the month (she’s an escrow officer-everyone tries to close before the end of the month so it’s a crazy hectic time), he stared her down and simply said, “This is your life”.<br /><br />She had the procedure done yesterday and ended up having to have a stint put in (it was late when I talked to her nurse and I can’t for the life of me remember which vessel). She was kept in the Assessment Area until close to 9:00 last night and they finally transferred her to CVICU (which is in the new Heart Tower and CLR and it kicks ass!). They’re apparently strict on visiting hours which ended at 9:00, but her nurse didn’t kick me out until close to 10:00 when they determined they could remove the sheath. It typically would have been removed much earlier, but her smoker’s cough kept causing a hematoma to form at the site, and her counts were too high which meant she could have bled to death from her femoral artery in minutes.<br /><br />Visiting hours this morning were from 8:30-9:30 am. I walked out of the house at 8:00 to a flat freaking tire. I was *THIS* close to walking back inside, putting on pj’s and climbing into bed with the covers and a pillow over my head. But I didn’t. I got the spare tire, the jack and the lug wrench out and tried half heartedly to loosen a lug nut. Half hearted because I have road side assistance-why not use it. Turns out it would take them at least 35 minutes to get to my house and I knew I could have the tire changed and be almost to the hospital in that time. My dad didn’t raise a sissy (not the word I used when I called and thanked him ;-) ) and I am thankful for all the time I’ve spent with him in a garage. Got the tire changed and was on my way to the hospital within 15 minutes.<br /><br />Now, I just have to hope the tire can be plugged and won’t have to be replaced.<br /><br />I also had a doctor’s appointment on Tuesday with THE doctor. He’s changing my OC because I’m getting too old to continue taking the high dose OC I’ve been on for the last 1.5-2 years. I’m scared about switching because the last time I did I wound up having to have a lap done two months later because the pain was so intense. I also have to go in for a mammogram. He says he’s not worried about finding anything, but that he’d like to have a baseline done early since I have a family history of breast cancer. I’m really scared about having my boobs squished!<br /><br />So, I ask that you please pray for Averie and my mom. I hope that THIS will be the smack upside the head for mom that it is time for some SERIOUS lifestyle changes. She drinks too much, smokes too much (smoking ANY is too much), and doesn’t eat enough. I want her to be around when/IF I get married, and when I have a child/children, but it seems like she thinks she’s invincible.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-39998136116718149252009-05-12T09:00:00.000-07:002009-05-12T09:42:25.190-07:00YUM.I've started making smoothies at home for breakfast and thought I'd share the concoction I've come up with that I like the best! In my Inbox this morning, I had an email from LIVE<span style="font-weight: bold;">STRONG</span> and one of the articles was on smoothies.<br />Here's the link for the article: <a href="http://www.livestrong.com/article/14357-5-things-you-need-to-know-about-fruit-smoothies/?utm_source=maynewsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=090512">http://www.livestrong.com/article/14357-5-things-you-need-to-know-about-fruit-smoothies/?utm_source=maynewsletter&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=090512</a><br /><br />While it says to use milk as the liquid base, I don't. I use Tropicana Trop50 pulp free calcium+vitamin D. <a href="http://www.tropicana.com/#products/Trop50/287">http://www.tropicana.com/#products/Trop50/287<br /></a><br />So, here's my recipe!<br /><br />1/2 cup lite strawberry yogurt<br />1/2-3/4 cup frozen mixed fruit- (peaches, strawberries, pineapple and grapes)<br />1/4 cup frozen blackberries, blueberries and raspberries<br />8 oz orange juice (or skim milk if you prefer)<br />a heaping handful of spinach (don't say BLECH until you try it. With the fruit, yogurt and juice, you don't even know it's in there!)<br /><br />Pulse for a few minutes until everything is all chopped up, mixed up and frosty. ENJOY!NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-61283580198382777442009-05-05T14:04:00.000-07:002009-05-05T14:13:23.557-07:00I meant to post this earlier!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f6d906570b&view=att&th=1210e5709b5f2f1c&attid=0.1&disp=inline&realattid=f_fubws84i0&zw"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 232px;" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&ik=f6d906570b&view=att&th=1210e5709b5f2f1c&attid=0.1&disp=inline&realattid=f_fubws84i0&zw" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Pretty in Plaid was released TODAY! Go get it, right now! Please? You won't regret it! While you're there, pick up Jen's first three books-http://www.jennsylvania.com/jennsylvania/books.html<br /><br />Seriously. Do it. You will laugh so hard your dog/husband/boyfriend/parents/siblings will think you've lost your ever lovin' mind!<br /><br />I got mine this afternoon at lunch, so I am going to treat myself to a pedicure and some book time! You should do the same! So, what are you waiting for? GO GET THESE BOOKS!NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-15978876178970018042009-04-17T10:10:00.001-07:002009-04-17T10:10:48.625-07:00Perfect.<object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJu2JrqJ08c&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GJu2JrqJ08c&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-77882665420279297962009-04-16T07:49:00.001-07:002009-04-16T07:53:15.846-07:00Cowboy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.houstontx.gov/fire/news/images/new-logo-shadow.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 246px;" src="http://www.houstontx.gov/fire/news/images/new-logo-shadow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />I've always known he's smart and articulate, but I honestly had no idea JUST how smart and articulate he is.<br /><br />He posted this on Facebook as a note last night, and it gave me chills and brought tears to my eyes.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"4/16/09<br /></span><div>Today we honor the fallen.<br /><br />We will wear our dress blues, display our medals, and march in line. The flags will fly at half staff, the drum will beat slowly, and the pipes will play lowly. Two of our own are gone.<br /><br />And later the booper will go off.....and we the men and women of the Houston Fire Department will respond. We will go to 1415 for a shooting. Make 11911 MLK just because. Marvin's calling again, or there is smoke in an airplane, or an automatic alarm. Around midnight, a box will come in. Heavy fire, heavy smoke, people trapped. Multiple calls. We will be there too.<br /><br />No matter what happens tomorrow, or the next day or the next, we will be there. Despite what the media says. Despite the fact we may end up in court. We train daily, we prepare, we respond. I don't know why we do what we do. It sure ain't for five days off.<br /><br />We just do.<br /><br />You can probably name the last two winners of American Idol, or who is winning Dancing With the Stars....but can you name a Fire Fighter that works in your neighborhood?<br /><br />24/7...365...this type of stuff happens all the time.<br /><br />GOD BLESS THE MEN AND WOMEN OF THE HOUSTON FIRE DEPARTMENT.<br /><br /><br /></div><div class="photo photo_none"><div class="photo_img"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=30144298&op=1&view=all&subj=73160028076&aid=-1&oid=73160028076&id=1186324233"><img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2074/218/12/1186324233/n1186324233_30144298_345.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /></a></div><div class="caption">When the roof collapsed on E-004, L-004, and E-050."<br /><br />I hope he doesn't mind me posting it here...<br /></div></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-21654289478807560042009-04-09T13:43:00.000-07:002009-04-10T07:05:24.948-07:00I love these kids.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrx0IVFeQ2dkVGSc0TvButHrjR6hGhfDFstUGmb8zYJXnu4vAczMI4LS0bthfVLJTrN5CwgWR941Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-80153911356183511872009-03-11T12:40:00.000-07:002009-03-11T12:45:39.504-07:00I've been thinking...Scary, I know.<br /><br />A lot of my friends met their spouse/SO after being "set up" by other friends. I've never been "set up" by anyone. I kind of wonder what that means. <br /><br />What do my friends think of me if they've never been willing to set me up with one of their other friends, or their spouse/SO's friends.<br /><br />Huh.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-25891558878743511202009-03-09T08:04:00.000-07:002009-03-09T08:19:14.464-07:00Happy Birthday Nick.I can't believe you would have been 34 today. <br /><br />Actually, I guess I can't believe you've been gone two years, five months and one day.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-208278147565527802009-03-02T13:16:00.000-08:002009-03-02T15:03:52.236-08:00These DreamsThey throw me off for days after I have one. The one I had Saturday morning was so vivid I woke up sobbing and felt sad all day. I don't remember all of it, or all of the details, but the parts I remember still make me sad when I think about them. We were cuddled up in his bed, although it wasn't his bed, and it wasn't his house, but his mom was there so who knows. We were just talking and laughing, goofing off like we'd do when we were able to spend the weekends together, and I remember his mom saying something from the living room/kitchen(?). She said something along the lines of "If you keep doing what you've always done, you'll always get what you always got". Those weren't her exact words, but that's what she meant. I'll admit that I should have walked away from him a long time before I did. But I loved him *so* much. So much that, more often than not, it hurt. He spent two years and eight months pushing me away, and up until August 1, 2006, I pushed back. Harder. And then I didn't have any push left.<br />Back to the dream. I don't really remember what happened after she said that. I just know that I got really sad and started crying and was curled up at the head of the bed on the pillows. <br />He kept asking me what was wrong and I finally screamed, "I"m CRAZY, OKAY? You're not here and I'm talking and laughing with you. And you're NOT HERE."<br />He kept asking me what I meant by he wasn't there and I finally told him, "You killed yourself two and half years ago, you selfish son of a bitch!"<br />That's when I woke up in wracking sobs. <br /><br />I was on my way to my best friend's son's little league opening season parade and festivities and this song came on my MP3 player, which was on DJ, Random Play All. Strange, huh?<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZsusLw0XgM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aZsusLw0XgM&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />This song came on next.<br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzDXOOje9Ow&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QzDXOOje9Ow&hl=en&fs=1&rel=0&color1=0x5d1719&color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-20369975115340914042009-01-19T14:22:00.000-08:002009-01-19T14:26:03.426-08:00The Rainbow Bridge<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3ejVR03GbIYezHw89CzmtXlMqSvpHaCMHSf_MEo14GWxPitKqgqU6ypGYz-snpbtRZreAdsLeaHkOuMliQO8QZ7SWokbU6UhvRJACZUaxNhTWiXYrwvcdDr7W4FK92cCgevPRA/s1600-h/100_7373.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg3ejVR03GbIYezHw89CzmtXlMqSvpHaCMHSf_MEo14GWxPitKqgqU6ypGYz-snpbtRZreAdsLeaHkOuMliQO8QZ7SWokbU6UhvRJACZUaxNhTWiXYrwvcdDr7W4FK92cCgevPRA/s400/100_7373.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293134099687070674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">Chelsea </span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;">12/1995-1/16/2009</span><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;">Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor; those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. </span></span><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent; His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart. </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together.... </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Comic Sans MS;" ><span style="font-size:+1;"> Author unknown... </span></span><br /></div>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-77322538630259645432009-01-09T11:06:00.001-08:002009-01-09T11:13:53.245-08:00Left out. Left behind...That's how I'm feeling these days. I was looking through pictures on Facebook and saw a picture of two little girls laughing and having a great time over Christmas. You're probably thinking that's not very interesting, or different. Well, the two little girls are the children of two BFF's from high school and I got to thinking that when and if I ever do get to have children, all of my friend's children will have already outgrown mine.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-61520472106176486752008-12-02T19:13:00.000-08:002008-12-02T19:14:05.187-08:00My paw pawFirst, I'd like to thank you all for keeping my family and me in your thoughts and prayers. <br />The surgery was a little more than three hours and was incredibly intense. They removed his colon and did an ileostomy, and also removed his spleen and gall bladder. His bowel was perforated and his entire belly was pretty much full of blood, and many other "secretions" (I'll keep it at that for those of you with weak stomachs). They've inserted a feeding tube directly into his small intestine and will begin using that in a couple of days to provide nutrition. They are using a "wound vac" to minimize the risk of infection. During the procedure, they went through 4 units of whole blood, 20 units of platelets and 4 units of fresh frozen plasma. This is in addition to the 7 units of whole blood and 4 units of platelets they used yesterday. He's till not out of the woods, as the risk of infection is really high. At this point, the Dr's believe this was caused by vascular disease and/or atrial fibrillation.<br />Thanks again.NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-13555141270188000682008-11-26T09:23:00.001-08:002008-11-26T09:23:44.089-08:00I'm not really in a writing placebut it's been a while.<br /><br />So, Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you all have a great day!NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13487607.post-15466997047437031572008-10-08T14:01:00.000-07:002008-10-20T14:39:04.794-07:00Two years.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtM-GwQatbYysNpmlFzX5qzMyCAvF3cdSSvY4xjpfW-ZoUwc6DGqA2dUyZ43ThpvZd0ybFIwSuOgh7Oa1LkiGqeLEOfLXS2eU7jH8EKyRpxWkThIB1QsABE5feSdNbC-CqpqFMA/s1600-h/scan0001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTtM-GwQatbYysNpmlFzX5qzMyCAvF3cdSSvY4xjpfW-ZoUwc6DGqA2dUyZ43ThpvZd0ybFIwSuOgh7Oa1LkiGqeLEOfLXS2eU7jH8EKyRpxWkThIB1QsABE5feSdNbC-CqpqFMA/s320/scan0001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891653175460130" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSCm_vNAxgO9wyl9CTs4n46LQbAQI9-Jrny5gu9O06Bpg2U1hNHVevSAip5oBDR9AhGXEQtK0jof9WgzyIPmB8dnobfzwOZ4hfXabCzKpPT6J_X3ll-ylSh_RtfvSBScT2krJng/s1600-h/scan0003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioSCm_vNAxgO9wyl9CTs4n46LQbAQI9-Jrny5gu9O06Bpg2U1hNHVevSAip5oBDR9AhGXEQtK0jof9WgzyIPmB8dnobfzwOZ4hfXabCzKpPT6J_X3ll-ylSh_RtfvSBScT2krJng/s320/scan0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891655029908418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj78VX68fX9bt5M0Ihar7kBrw0uOwaUsIPjeHVqQaFosAKR-rEk-oLuIReWFr4i-UaZp8I8Nlotdrra0ksjk_iau-itxw1PTmz4y7eRM08ZBoFEPLa5LtuiSbcQtVRrUeqcqlNCw/s1600-h/scan0006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj78VX68fX9bt5M0Ihar7kBrw0uOwaUsIPjeHVqQaFosAKR-rEk-oLuIReWFr4i-UaZp8I8Nlotdrra0ksjk_iau-itxw1PTmz4y7eRM08ZBoFEPLa5LtuiSbcQtVRrUeqcqlNCw/s320/scan0006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891656589120274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhN0KnAKwE1jgeMrRa6x5nZYrLz5zJrCrs_xCyf-QggdVqkBsdCivwWzfRk0Y6VDmb8ynUD19C3DEpbZvye8-8mfoQVWUBVoq-Fwqh6hAtNmTqyX7sdFJx2qzLWpBQkzaP19DFw/s1600-h/scan0004.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAhN0KnAKwE1jgeMrRa6x5nZYrLz5zJrCrs_xCyf-QggdVqkBsdCivwWzfRk0Y6VDmb8ynUD19C3DEpbZvye8-8mfoQVWUBVoq-Fwqh6hAtNmTqyX7sdFJx2qzLWpBQkzaP19DFw/s320/scan0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891656693965410" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ulEGQvnzrgfzHpm7mcvba2TaOx_8Hqu-smUin7AmfB7EeKqBAWIpy7LaL1sMn__tx0ff4khyphenhyphenxqIw8kKpc-6lcp4bcsVCiEmL0jTIyzNYdNc1cfRI0OO1k_6vvdSoL_DaVNS-Hw/s1600-h/100_7094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-ulEGQvnzrgfzHpm7mcvba2TaOx_8Hqu-smUin7AmfB7EeKqBAWIpy7LaL1sMn__tx0ff4khyphenhyphenxqIw8kKpc-6lcp4bcsVCiEmL0jTIyzNYdNc1cfRI0OO1k_6vvdSoL_DaVNS-Hw/s320/100_7094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254893337159035762" border="0" /></a>NicoleChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11997620053843716153noreply@blogger.com10