<?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-28617845</id><updated>2012-02-05T20:38:54.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephie Says......</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>691</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2175407594252386610</id><published>2012-02-05T20:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:38:44.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tubby time</title><content type='html'>That jetted tub I told Michael not to put in has been put to good use. Thanks Michael for INSISTING on it~! love &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anythingbathtubs.com/images/catalog/category2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" width="300" src="http://anythingbathtubs.com/images/catalog/category2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; you tons and ya it is a treat...thanks love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2175407594252386610?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2175407594252386610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2175407594252386610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2175407594252386610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2175407594252386610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/02/tubby-time.html' title='tubby time'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1542148752597569578</id><published>2012-02-05T20:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:35:01.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GO PATS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1542148752597569578?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1542148752597569578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1542148752597569578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1542148752597569578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1542148752597569578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/02/go-pats.html' title='GO PATS!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-5684764049250073708</id><published>2012-02-05T20:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T20:38:54.342-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a "Holiday"G</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCam4slpgLk/Ty8rWtSsLCI/AAAAAAAABo4/2-8SdSBtH5w/s1600/images%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" width="211" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCam4slpgLk/Ty8rWtSsLCI/AAAAAAAABo4/2-8SdSBtH5w/s320/images%255B1%255D" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.timesunion.com/realestate/files/2010/04/trader-joes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="320" src="http://blog.timesunion.com/realestate/files/2010/04/trader-joes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coasterimage.com/pictures/albums/ghost-town-in-the-sky-pictures/park-photos/20-ghost-town-in-the-sky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="700" width="1731" src="http://www.coasterimage.com/pictures/albums/ghost-town-in-the-sky-pictures/park-photos/20-ghost-town-in-the-sky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; I guess I now can relate how the Jewish feel on Christmas Day, This "HOLIDAY" is not one I really celebrate so off to Trader Joes...EMPTY! Clear as can be streets...I even think the Police are watching the game not the roads..I should of done donuts on 114~ lol see if they would blue light me in Michael's truck. At WOW there was one man and 4 other women working out and it was as quiet as can be. Burned over 900 calories in the stair climber. I bet some will consume double those calories while watching the game. Off to take a well deserved jetted bath and get that after you workout feeling clean. I know those of you who burn it and work it to the max know that awesome feeling after you been to the gym and then go get your clean on...it feels satisfying!!!!!!!!! So I will leave you with....GO PATS...I will ask the men here what the score is and then keep to myself...It it were the Bruins playing I would be sure to watch but nahhhh to this because HOCKEY RULES~! &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRi49tab-BvL8K6Yq2L99HTjGxhGMThm5IcEhNggcbXmEnBt-ARKw" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="194" width="259" src="https://encrypted-tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRi49tab-BvL8K6Yq2L99HTjGxhGMThm5IcEhNggcbXmEnBt-ARKw" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GO PATS...do it for MHK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-5684764049250073708?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5684764049250073708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=5684764049250073708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5684764049250073708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5684764049250073708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/02/holidayg.html' title='a &quot;Holiday&quot;G'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCam4slpgLk/Ty8rWtSsLCI/AAAAAAAABo4/2-8SdSBtH5w/s72-c/images%255B1%255D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1940678451995976339</id><published>2012-02-01T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T08:07:35.181-05:00</updated><title type='text'>80 year anniversary</title><content type='html'>http://news.yahoo.com/blogs/sideshow/video-america-longest-married-couple-163138456.htmlGod Bless this couple...I love how Wibur says It's give and take and compromise."...AND when you are married to your best friend then the days are great ones. I said that not Wilbur LOL...So nice to see these kinds of upbeat stories. "you're in love and that's all you think about" so cute Wilbur!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1940678451995976339?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1940678451995976339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1940678451995976339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1940678451995976339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1940678451995976339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/02/80-year-anniversary.html' title='80 year anniversary'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-271826635303621934</id><published>2012-02-01T07:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:59:40.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/glitter_graphics/beary_happy_wednesday_pink_teddy_bear.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="218" width="273" src="http://www.zingerbug.com/Comments/glitter_graphics/beary_happy_wednesday_pink_teddy_bear.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ohiok.com/img/yourspacecooment/meredo/wednesday/55.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="454" src="http://ohiok.com/img/yourspacecooment/meredo/wednesday/55.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.profilebrand.com/graphics/category/days/days-wednesday/wednesday17.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" width="383" src="http://www.profilebrand.com/graphics/category/days/days-wednesday/wednesday17.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Weird I never liked saying the word...WEDNESDAY....I recall in grammah school(HEHEHHE) back in the St. Lazarus days they would emphasize WED NES DAY! Ya gotta remember the D...well either way it is a weird word to say, don't know why..it just is. I'll see you Wednesday. Oh on Wednesday...I dunno call me crazy I would rather say Sunday. LOL oh I know why...THE SUN! he he I am on a roll this Wednesday :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-271826635303621934?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/271826635303621934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=271826635303621934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/271826635303621934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/271826635303621934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/02/its-wednesday.html' title='It&apos;s Wednesday'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1113592686752759707</id><published>2012-02-01T07:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T07:48:38.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>START UP MEETING=SGK 3 Day Walks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.irunnerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/susankomen-300x241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="241" width="300" src="http://www.irunnerblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/susankomen-300x241.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;At last nights Wakefield stat up meeting I had the pleasure of seeing so many great people. To hear stories of how much impact SGK organization has had on the lives of so many makes me know I am apart of an awesome FAMILY, as we call it..OUR 3 DAY FAMILY! 1.9 BILLION dollars has been raised by Komen to fund drugs that prolong the lives of patients as well as reseachh for studies to find a cure and I love most that they help with expenses that occur like trips to treatment, mamos for uninsured women and men ect. I will never stop walking or giving something of myself till we find a cure, BECAUSE EVERYONE DESERVES A LIFETIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Thanks Patty Pie for treaking out and seeing just why my passion is so strong. It is so great to know you are now in THE FAMILY XOXO XOXOXOX 20+ years later and we still make eachother laugh luv ya Patty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1113592686752759707?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1113592686752759707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1113592686752759707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1113592686752759707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1113592686752759707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/02/start-up-meetingsgk-3-day-walks.html' title='START UP MEETING=SGK 3 Day Walks!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4237544176869925445</id><published>2012-01-30T21:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:45:19.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>follow up with the SODA post</title><content type='html'>RE-POSTING A FRIENDS POST ON SODA SITUATION! not my writings"I Couldn't Live Without Soda!"But can you live with it?I'm not gonna lie; I was a diet soda addict. Having come from the mother I did (you can read yesterday's WANT post for a bit about Big Norma; there's tons more about her in the archives) -- and I'm not slamming her; she was an amazing woman and very much ahead of her time in many ways -- but she was absolutely a product of her time as far as diet/body image were concerned, I grew up drinking...TAB cola. And then diet Pepsi or Coke, when they were invented; whichever was on sale. We drank lots of it, my brother and I, for lunch and dinner and when we were thirsty. When I was a teenager, I attended a private Catholic high school quite a distance away. I left home at 6:30 AM after a breakfast consisting of diet soda, an apple and toast and took public transportation (two subway trains and a bus ride) for an hour to get to school. Before I walked in to the caf to hang with my friends, I'd hit the corner store for a JOLT cola ("all the sugar and twice the caffeine" was its slogan). This became especially necessary during my last two years of school when my drugstore job kept me busy from 4PM to 10PM three nights a week and then I had an hour and a half of homework to do before crashing in bed around midnight and getting up at 5:30AM. In college, I bought at least two cans of diet Pepsi every day off the roach coach and when I moved along into adulthood and my office jobs, it was not unusual for me to drink four cans of soda during the course of 9-to-5 and more at home at night and on weekends. Trapped at home alone with two babies all day for years meant I was drinking six to eight cans of diet Pepsi a day (before going to my 7PM-midnight cashiering gig at the local supermarket, where I could re-stock the supply) and when I was working part time at the hospital, there was always at least a can or two consumed during my shift and on my meal break.I mean, what was the harm? It was just diet soda. No calories!I had one friend/co-worker at the hospital whom I remember telling me probably in 2003 or so that she had recently quit all soda cold turkey and had her family do the same. She told me all these things about how bad the carbonation and coloring were, what phenylalanines (sp?) do to your body and all this other stuff that I heard as blah blah blah. I'm sure I nodded and smiled and thought Fruit Loop! and I went along drinking diet soda in large quantities for another four years.From Norma....yes I feel NO SODA ALSO! I used to buy the 12-can refrigerator packs and keep two in the fridge in the kitchen and store two or more (stock up when it's on sale!) in the extra fridge in the basement. As I've mentioned, oh, way too many times by now, November 1, 2007 was "the day" I kind of went crazy and cleaned the cabinets of crap food and ran my death mile and all that...but the soda stayed in the fridge; I wasn't getting rid of that. That was going to be my one thing with which to kind of thumb my nose at clean eating.A weird thing happened. About two or three weeks into the clean food thing, I was in the refrig probably getting stuff to make a salad and I noticed there was a full 12-pack and two or three stray cans of diet Pepsi on the bottom shelf. It occurred to me that I hadn't had any in...how long? A week? Ten days? I took one out and kind of looked at it and realized I don't drink soda anymore. Much like in April 2010 when in a Facebook conversation with Josh I realized I don't drink alcohol anymore. There was no conscious decision to "quit" or "give up" either of them...my body had just simply lost its "need" and "want" for them. So I haven't had a soda in over four years and I don't see myself ever having one again. (I posted in mid-November about how the no alcohol thing came about; it's titled "Sober Life" if you're interested in reading about it in the archives.)So, in the now-world-famous "From Hell" post last Friday, I said that one of the stupidest things I've read on a weight loss blog lately was someone whining about how she'd never ever ever no matter what be able to live without soda:“I can’t imagine life without soda!” (Imagine making this statement to your grandparents who lived through the Depression or someone who’s come to the US as a refugee from a war-torn country and how fucking outright idiotic you would sound. If your life would be somehow diminished by the absence of carbonated flavored water, you should kill yourself right now.)Perhaps that poster was being hyperbolic, but I don't think she was. I've had too many real life people say the same thing. A few readers took exception to it in the comments, as is their right. And one of them (the very sweet, funny and intelligent Miss April) nicely took me to task on that line in her response. I replied back to her comment, saying:As for the diet soda whores playing in traffic...I want them to do that not as much for drinking the crap as for having convinced themselves that it is such a great thing they couldn't live without it. Not for a week, or a day or even an afternoon. It's for having such little confidence in themselves to even push themselves to do a very, very small thing ...like not drink a diet soda for a whole day. I said somewhere around here (and I stole it from somewhere else that I wish I could remember) that this really SHOULDN'T be all that hard...getting off heroin is hard, going through six rounds of chemo is hard, growing up in foster homes is hard...respecting yourself enough to make your health a priority by doing simple things like eating right most of the time and exercising in a way you enjoy as much as you can really isn't that hard.Trust me, if you'd asked me at any point prior to mid-November 2007 if I could "live without" diet soda, I am sure I would have said: No Fucking Way. I never tried to "give it up," or thought there was any reason to give it up. I, of course, know a lot better now (there is actually no reason to drink the shit) but my real issue, as I said to April, is that it's really not even the soda itself that irks me...it's people's utter lack of faith in themselves at being able to change. If you consider yourself dependent on soda (as I was) but know that it is seriously no damned good for you and you'd be improving your health by getting it out of your diet (or even limiting it) why not challenge yourself to TRY? For a day. For an afternoon. If you usually drink four cans a day, just skip ONE.TRY.YOU ARE CAPABLE OF SO MUCH MORE THAN YOU GIVE YOURSELF CREDIT FOR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4237544176869925445?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4237544176869925445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4237544176869925445' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4237544176869925445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4237544176869925445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/follow-up-with-soda-post.html' title='follow up with the SODA post'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7293019440338526735</id><published>2012-01-30T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T21:02:00.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK ANGELS making a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/426664_304119179636421_274129975968675_838346_754094269_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="960" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/426664_304119179636421_274129975968675_838346_754094269_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Local places are also helped by the POWER of PINK! PINK ANGELS giving back to the local area to MAKE sure that mamos can be for all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7293019440338526735?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7293019440338526735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7293019440338526735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7293019440338526735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7293019440338526735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/pink-angels-making-difference.html' title='PINK ANGELS making a difference'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-377912416241941476</id><published>2012-01-30T20:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:56:43.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what a pleasant surprise</title><content type='html'>At the gym with my walking man after dinner and I got the surprise to see two awesome gals...The excitement over came me and I JUMPED off my machine, bounced over to the front desk with my Stephie cheer and smile...YAY Donna and Diana! happy to chat it up with my Ital gal and her Irish sidekick LOL our mouths all go a mile a minute if only the elliptical went as fast as our chattin! hahahha luv u gals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-377912416241941476?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/377912416241941476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=377912416241941476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/377912416241941476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/377912416241941476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-pleasant-surprise.html' title='what a pleasant surprise'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-8462928662317359997</id><published>2012-01-30T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:51:11.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250289_1875406958165_1030920958_31904271_2742058_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="720" width="478" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/250289_1875406958165_1030920958_31904271_2742058_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Birthday to our now 19 year old son....It was so long ago but feels like yesterday. I can not express just how proud and honored we are to be chosen to be your parents. My heart skips a beat to think of all the joy you have brought to our family. xoxoxo Love you always my baby boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-8462928662317359997?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8462928662317359997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=8462928662317359997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8462928662317359997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8462928662317359997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/happy-birthday-to-our-now-19-year-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4970170633758071258</id><published>2012-01-30T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:47:55.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL KINDS&gt;&gt;&gt;DIET AND REGULAR&gt;&gt;&gt;WATER FOLKS&gt;&gt;&gt;kick the SODA HABIT!</title><content type='html'>http://health.yahoo.net/experts/eatthis/3-shocking-soda-factsread this article.....then go to this one and drink lots o H2O AND eat the superfoods...healthy eats peeps....u r what u eat ....you eat crap you fell like crap, you eat healthy foods you fell AWESOME! then go to this article http://www.menshealth.com/mhlists/nutritious_foods_for_a_healthy_body/bone_builder_dried_plums.php?page=1&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.positivelypositive.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Eat-Well-For-Less-654x432.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="432" width="654" src="http://www.positivelypositive.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Eat-Well-For-Less-654x432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;http://www.positivelypositive.com/2012/01/30/eat-well/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4970170633758071258?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4970170633758071258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4970170633758071258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4970170633758071258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4970170633758071258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/all-kindsdiet-and-regularwater.html' title='ALL KINDS&gt;&gt;&gt;DIET AND REGULAR&gt;&gt;&gt;WATER FOLKS&gt;&gt;&gt;kick the SODA HABIT!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-8426355769034850633</id><published>2012-01-27T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:34:43.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one persons trash is another persons treasure</title><content type='html'>Had a donation from a friend, stuff that was gonna get trashed...WELL the stuff (things happen for a reason) went to a well deserving, very grateful mind you young man, whom is turning his life around. Made me and another person SMILE :D b/c of it! YAY! Please take this to heart, If the item you want to trash CAN be used by another who may need it PLEASE donate it. There is SA, Big Brother-Big Sister...the store SAVERS takes stuff too. The homeless shelters take all kinds of stuff. I love to give to St. Vincent DP box at the church. PLEASE, things that still have life to them, DONATE! Let me know even I will so take it to it's proper place. I shop for the soup kitchen/food pantry (donations from the church pays for the stuff) and they always have people who need the littlest of things in life. DONATE! Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-8426355769034850633?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8426355769034850633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=8426355769034850633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8426355769034850633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8426355769034850633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-persons-trash-is-another-persons.html' title='one persons trash is another persons treasure'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7636419646220248013</id><published>2012-01-27T15:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:29:46.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oh the clothes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.containerstore.com/catalogimages/81258/HeavyDuty3BinLaundrySorter_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" width="260" src="http://images.containerstore.com/catalogimages/81258/HeavyDuty3BinLaundrySorter_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Everyday is laundry day...I missed 1 day of laundry this week b/c I helped a friend move and BAM~!that pile was up there. Mind you we have one less human in the house but still have BAM laundry piles! I am just glad that M folds the clothes way better than I do and he does that part! I love to fold towels ans sheets so that is fine on my end! WOW that laundry basket gets full fast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7636419646220248013?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7636419646220248013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7636419646220248013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7636419646220248013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7636419646220248013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/oh-clothes.html' title='oh the clothes'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7251918315671609346</id><published>2012-01-27T15:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:16:21.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is crazy with a huge side of gross</title><content type='html'>http://health.yahoo.net/experts/dayinhealth/chicken-nuggets-how-bad-are-they&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7251918315671609346?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7251918315671609346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7251918315671609346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7251918315671609346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7251918315671609346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-crazy-with-huge-side-of-gross.html' title='This is crazy with a huge side of gross'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4641518110357969560</id><published>2012-01-20T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:24:51.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>have to share.....</title><content type='html'>http://www.huffingtonpost.com/dr-frank-lipman/immunity-foods_b_1211129.html?ref=health-fitness#s619210&amp;title=Avocadominus the salmon I love these other foods and THEY DO make you have good clean eats running through the bod! hey and move move move that body..it was not meant to sit on the sofa and stare at a tv...&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.huffpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/205108/slide_205108_619210_large.jpg?1326843177" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" width="550" src="http://i.huffpost.com/gadgets/slideshows/205108/slide_205108_619210_large.jpg?1326843177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4641518110357969560?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4641518110357969560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4641518110357969560' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4641518110357969560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4641518110357969560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/have-to-share.html' title='have to share.....'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6269820399790130672</id><published>2012-01-20T08:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:17:04.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>to update on PAPERWORK POST</title><content type='html'>How behind on PAPERWORK is the STATE OF MASSACHUSETTS!!!!! Got 3 state payments for Nana T since her passing ands since her death cert was submitted...funny too how the end of the estate ck comes in and after that a regular payment also comes in...hey left hand tell right hand what is goin on....will ya lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6269820399790130672?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6269820399790130672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6269820399790130672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6269820399790130672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6269820399790130672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/to-update-on-paperwork-post.html' title='to update on PAPERWORK POST'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6030450352302053571</id><published>2012-01-19T08:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:23:12.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can choose your reaction.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/396394_178175352282028_140181749414722_220686_1596680746_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="250" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-ash4/s320x320/396394_178175352282028_140181749414722_220686_1596680746_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was given this statement 4 years ago and ran with it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6030450352302053571?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6030450352302053571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6030450352302053571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6030450352302053571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6030450352302053571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-can-choose-your-reaction.html' title='You can choose your reaction.....'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4333466278143045880</id><published>2012-01-19T08:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:13:56.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting the fleece on BIG TIME!</title><content type='html'>The clothes you wear in the winter just make you feel so warm and BIG. I really love spring weather clothes, as I am sure most of you do. I often feel 10 lbs heavier wearing all the fleece type bulk. In the old days I would LOVE to bulk up and cover up ever inch of the bod...These days I am not showing skin by any means but do however want to wear clothes that do not add tons of lbs on. Capris and a t is fine...I can't wait to wear the SKORT again..lol I really should not b*itch b/c this winter has not been anything like last though I still want to shout SUNSHINE DAY! And have the April/May weather here always...and then throw in some humid July 100* to get the sweat on! So till then it is the heavy under tights for this gal under the fleece/insulated pants.!!!!!! LONG LIVE THE SPRING~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.forthemommas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Screen-shot-2010-11-22-at-12.20.37-PM.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="422" width="349" src="http://www.forthemommas.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/Screen-shot-2010-11-22-at-12.20.37-PM.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.campsaver.com/media/catalog/product/p/a/patagonia-r1-pants-wmns_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="700" width="700" src="http://www.campsaver.com/media/catalog/product/p/a/patagonia-r1-pants-wmns_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4333466278143045880?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4333466278143045880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4333466278143045880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4333466278143045880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4333466278143045880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/getting-fleece-on-big-time.html' title='getting the fleece on BIG TIME!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6163378057414527777</id><published>2012-01-19T08:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T08:03:56.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you must know some people who need this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/398146_327480197285635_143791405654516_1028294_1968604866_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="318" width="320" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc7/398146_327480197285635_143791405654516_1028294_1968604866_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I bet you know at least one person who needs these...I am not saying names but know at least 4 peeps! baaaa haaa I however would offer my SUNSHINE DAY Pills....get some smile on and a hap hap happy day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6163378057414527777?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6163378057414527777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6163378057414527777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6163378057414527777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6163378057414527777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-must-know-some-people-who-need-this.html' title='you must know some people who need this!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1600181308464363034</id><published>2012-01-18T07:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:57:58.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TULIPS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/2011/01/21__09_10_25/tulips_vase2_2_2.jpg7d3add0a-4b5f-420d-8045-27ef84b456a1Large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="600" width="600" src="http://files.turbosquid.com/Preview/2011/01/21__09_10_25/tulips_vase2_2_2.jpg7d3add0a-4b5f-420d-8045-27ef84b456a1Large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The beauty of flowers always puts a smile on my face. I was told like 4 years ago to think of a happy place and go there...well I most always go to a field of purple tulips...they just make me feel so special and close to creation. &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wallpaper4u.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pinkpurpletulips.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="1536" width="2048" src="http://www.wallpaper4u.org/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/pinkpurpletulips.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1600181308464363034?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1600181308464363034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1600181308464363034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1600181308464363034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1600181308464363034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/tulips.html' title='TULIPS'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-5503204349361120627</id><published>2012-01-18T07:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T07:51:26.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with paperwork</title><content type='html'>Since Nana T's passing I have had the awesome husband helping out so much. He so knows these things way more than I do. He does paperwork ect. Well yesterday I got an insurance paper about her benefits for eye care ect. and how she needs to switch doctors. So I call the 1-800# on the forms to report that she is deceased..so I proceed to tell the man n the other end after giving him her ID # that she is "deceased" and that date was blah blah and the State got the certificate mailed to them ect. So he then says did she die? No sir she is alive and kickin' I like the word "deceased" or I may not have used it in the proper way..Ahh to myself mind you I am lookin at the phone rollin the eyes saying..the state PAYS you to service the calls??? lol A DECEASED person is in fact dead! YES THEY ARE~! So he gives me a DIFFERENT # to call b/c in fact he can not do anything for me....what a shocker....So I then call the OTHER number who the gal there knew how to help and also knew that my DECEASED Nana is in fact no longer alive and in need of health insurance benefits. She also said I am sorry for your loss, that I feel is very professional when they say that. It personalizes the fact that some of the state workers in fact do think of the feelings of others. SO if ya want to Google the word DECEASED sir state callboard man...it in fact means...Noun; A person who has died, Adjective: Dead; no longer living. So yes my grandmother no longer needs the health insurance PLEASE take her off the list b/c I would liek to see the state take care of and give services to other LIVING elderly people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-5503204349361120627?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5503204349361120627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=5503204349361120627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5503204349361120627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5503204349361120627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/dealing-with-paperwork.html' title='Dealing with paperwork'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-817051809659208418</id><published>2012-01-10T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:42:20.015-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;WE MAY HAVE TO BRACE FOR A BIG ONE&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;You all know the Christmas show The Year Without A Santa Clause? Well maybe this could be The Year Without a Snow Storm! How great would the weather books look...ALL OF 2012 without a STORM! from now until 2013! NONE! well in mid to southern Florida it can be that way! SO really we SHOULD look at property down there! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-817051809659208418?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/817051809659208418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=817051809659208418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/817051809659208418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/817051809659208418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-may-have-to-brace-for-big-one-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6224213710336653347</id><published>2012-01-10T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:36:53.018-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to WIT!</title><content type='html'>So this morn is the day that the truck gets packed up to make the trip to Boston. Stephen is back to Wentworth this morn, classes start Wednesday. It is bitter-sweet. Gonna miss our boy around here but feeding the 6'3" kid....LMAO nah not gonna miss that. HAHHA ok who am I kiddin, I will miss that too. So woke up before I took to the YOGA mat I see this white substance on the lawn, deck and steps...the driving areas nada..YAY! So Ry says to me "Ma you sad about the snow?" I said Nah no big deal, not gonna make a difference;looks pretty on the lawn....he was like DID YOU JUST SAY THAT! lol So he says "are you tired this morning?".....No Ry, why you say that? He goes "you don't seen as springy, happy like other mornings" "It;s because you see snow huh ma!" Lets start out that Ry like his mama talks A LOT in the am.....I talk A LOT in the AM mid day and PM...lol Ry has always had the gift of gab in the morn so it is a 20 question type morn and always info packed with his telling me facts and stuff. So he seems to think I am not "springy/happy" this morn. I said well Stephen is heading back to WIT and I will miss our foursome + puppy dynamics here at 01949! I know just like last semester it will fly by and we can see him for the family b-days as well as his 19th b-day dinner and frog pond skate at the end of January. As for the every moring/night times together...he there us here. I am so very sure Bailey is jimdandy about his not being here. Stephen seems to be barked at often from the lil beast when he comes and goes. The bags and linens are all lined up Raf OCD...along with reusable bags of snacks and college dorm room type foods. On another note I get to sport a NEW beautiful, earth friendly, animal cause helping, environmentally safe reusable purse today. I have a choice if two beautiful styles. My buddy Austin's mom KNOWS ME TOO WELL...and picked up 2 very savvy fold away bags knowing that Stephie LOVES those bags! Thanks Pam! xo Have a great day all and misses and kisses and sunshiny hugs...&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184240_10150149656519439_697744438_8051897_7898070_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="486" width="720" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/184240_10150149656519439_697744438_8051897_7898070_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6224213710336653347?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6224213710336653347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6224213710336653347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6224213710336653347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6224213710336653347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/back-to-wit.html' title='Back to WIT!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-520081855668850636</id><published>2012-01-01T18:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:57:00.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Annual New Years Morn Walk with the Pink Angels!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wickedlocal.com/saugus/archive/x1518867570/g12c00000000000000016e35f60b0317515f19bd02e37c31b1971285358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://www.wickedlocal.com/saugus/archive/x1518867570/g12c00000000000000016e35f60b0317515f19bd02e37c31b1971285358.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always a great way to start New Years morning with a walk with some of the most fantastic people out there. Love you all in your own special way. Had to trex the hills of Breakheart and so proud Bailey was even off leash keepin up with the big boys and girls! More proud of M and I for letting him get down and dirty and be a DOGS DOG! Lol &lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the Pink Angels, family members and furry friends for always making my New Years Day morning a special one! :D M joined us for the 1st time and he was "10" lol He said I am a ten! yay! LOL we count off to make sure we have everyone and he was #10.....YOU'RE A 10 BABY! that's for sure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-520081855668850636?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/520081855668850636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=520081855668850636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/520081855668850636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/520081855668850636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/annual-new-years-morn-walk-with-pink.html' title='The Annual New Years Morn Walk with the Pink Angels!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-8373898288449242743</id><published>2012-01-01T18:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:50:59.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PINTEREST! oh so fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-05-03/inogvgrsAFIphkerJCgvgHdbEhJInFsFzDuAbhexhrhpsJAariisuHqsEjFf/Pinterest_Logotype_Black_Grayscale.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 625px; height: 162px;" src="http://posterous.com/getfile/files.posterous.com/temp-2011-05-03/inogvgrsAFIphkerJCgvgHdbEhJInFsFzDuAbhexhrhpsJAariisuHqsEjFf/Pinterest_Logotype_Black_Grayscale.jpeg.scaled1000.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://pinterest.com/ziastephie/&lt;br /&gt;Spoke many times with Pam when she would come over about PINTREST and it always sounded so good BUT nah not for me...WELL GUESS WHAT?! Yup I like it....:D thanks Dana and Pam for the suggestion. Like a scrapbook on line!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-8373898288449242743?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8373898288449242743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=8373898288449242743' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8373898288449242743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8373898288449242743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/pinterest-oh-so-fun.html' title='PINTEREST! oh so fun'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-5013234497612481237</id><published>2012-01-01T18:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:47:42.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Romantic New Years walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5275635409_88111fe9f6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 374px;" src="http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5275635409_88111fe9f6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A romantic New Years Day night walk. Taking the pups for a walk all around Salem tonight was a great way to celebrate the new year. We took Bailey and Myles for a long walk around the pretty lit city. The weather was not too cold and the park area was all lit up near the Hotel lookin very moviesk! lol SO ROMANTICAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-5013234497612481237?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5013234497612481237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=5013234497612481237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5013234497612481237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5013234497612481237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2012/01/romantic-new-years-day-night-walk.html' title='A Romantic New Years walk'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm6.static.flickr.com/5169/5275635409_88111fe9f6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3394600619682497304</id><published>2011-12-31T06:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T07:00:49.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jS9RUVblQy0/Tv74bBvWaEI/AAAAAAAABos/OpBhxoQyhKs/s1600/DCCC.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jS9RUVblQy0/Tv74bBvWaEI/AAAAAAAABos/OpBhxoQyhKs/s320/DCCC.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692260122250078274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A box of chocolates....SWEEEET! &lt;br /&gt;Life is what YOU make of it. Make it a good good life. Enjoy the little things. Love with ALL your being. Give lots &amp; lots but also don't get taken advantage of. Turn the other cheek,,,,,SMILE &amp; show those pearly whites. Talk with your eyes not just your mouth and words. Never say things unless you mean it will all your heart and soul. Know and be thankful. Count those blessings and give HOPE, FAITH, &amp; concern to the world. Please always know that you are loved by at least one person let alone many! So love back. Stop in it's tracks bad attitudes. Really people just be considerate. Hugs to you! Love Sunshine Stephie....Hey lets start the day with a deep breath of air to cleans the body and refresh the soul! Wake up HAPPY that you even woke up and are able to have another day here. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3394600619682497304?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3394600619682497304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3394600619682497304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3394600619682497304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3394600619682497304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-is-like.html' title='Life is like....'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jS9RUVblQy0/Tv74bBvWaEI/AAAAAAAABos/OpBhxoQyhKs/s72-c/DCCC.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1817677745599168577</id><published>2011-12-30T13:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:00:56.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life on the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDNfMCrWCZA/Tv4J8nEWBPI/AAAAAAAABog/lXcp5VKAK3s/s1600/ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDNfMCrWCZA/Tv4J8nEWBPI/AAAAAAAABog/lXcp5VKAK3s/s320/ff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691997915926889714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday men and women choose to serve their towns to make sure we are kept safe. It is a true heroism to put their life on the line for others. Please keep in your prayers the families of those who serve. RIP Jim Rice and Kudos to Peabody for being such a close knit support system for the firefighters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1817677745599168577?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1817677745599168577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1817677745599168577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1817677745599168577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1817677745599168577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-on-line.html' title='Life on the line'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDNfMCrWCZA/Tv4J8nEWBPI/AAAAAAAABog/lXcp5VKAK3s/s72-c/ff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-8250956388554225945</id><published>2011-12-30T13:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:55:21.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M65bIdp_ptU/Tv4I3o3cqJI/AAAAAAAABoQ/X-_O6MqvsOE/s1600/2012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M65bIdp_ptU/Tv4I3o3cqJI/AAAAAAAABoQ/X-_O6MqvsOE/s320/2012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691996730998696082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDROFqYvW3Y/Tv4I3Z-UyBI/AAAAAAAABoI/T98n-arN86o/s1600/2012%2Bmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDROFqYvW3Y/Tv4I3Z-UyBI/AAAAAAAABoI/T98n-arN86o/s320/2012%2Bmm.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691996727001008146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wishing you all a very Happy New Year&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; Health and Happiness as well as love and friendship with SUNSHINE DAYS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-8250956388554225945?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8250956388554225945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=8250956388554225945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8250956388554225945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8250956388554225945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/wishing-you-all-very-happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M65bIdp_ptU/Tv4I3o3cqJI/AAAAAAAABoQ/X-_O6MqvsOE/s72-c/2012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-574075133390553122</id><published>2011-12-30T13:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T13:51:56.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>you are what you eat!</title><content type='html'>http://www.mcmanweb.com/what_you_eat.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat well.....just as if you were to put crap gas in your cars engine putting crap processed food in your body has the same effect. You get half crap results..Why not want to make good choices to function to your best capacity and not be depressed, lethargic and blah! http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-1224516/How-junk-food-diet-depression.html&lt;br /&gt;http://www.foodforthebrain.org/content.asp?id_Content=1635 so many links to show that eating well makes your being well....ALSO MOVE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;MOVE IT MOVE IT MOVE IT PEOPLE! exercise. Our bodies were NOT designed to sit on sofas and stare at a boob tube! move it! Like NIKE says JUST DO IT! Hey having sex is movement so JUST DO THAT TOO! {GASP} lol yup Sunshine Stephie said that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-574075133390553122?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/574075133390553122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=574075133390553122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/574075133390553122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/574075133390553122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/you-are-what-you-eat.html' title='you are what you eat!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6105412081241309627</id><published>2011-12-13T16:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:54:00.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD WINK!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6G6tfQ-gOw/TufJdGO98sI/AAAAAAAABn8/O32Gn3SW_UE/s1600/MyGodWinks_Logo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 153px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6G6tfQ-gOw/TufJdGO98sI/AAAAAAAABn8/O32Gn3SW_UE/s320/MyGodWinks_Logo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685734556305322690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had this very old women, God Bless her soul today at the bear barn...we had some time together picking out a bear for her sick son. She was a dear women who told me all about what he is dealing with these days and hopes that the teddy from his dear old mother will make him smile. Well after I ring her up and she thanks me for all my help and being a "doll" she lifts up the box and makes the same giddy noise that Nana T does when she holds teddy bears....So my eyes well up and I smile huge but almost burst into a sob so I say good bye and walk away with "Miley" thinking I was laughing but I was about to loose it with a burst out full blown cry. SO I go to the back room and then laugh and think that was special....I proceed to go to "Miley" and tell her why my reaction was that! Thanks sweet old lady to make that memory come to the surface!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6105412081241309627?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6105412081241309627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6105412081241309627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6105412081241309627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6105412081241309627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/god-wink.html' title='GOD WINK!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P6G6tfQ-gOw/TufJdGO98sI/AAAAAAAABn8/O32Gn3SW_UE/s72-c/MyGodWinks_Logo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-52518122158233319</id><published>2011-12-09T06:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T06:53:23.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>many questions ...are there answers?</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ljI4nHcV7kA&amp;feature=youtu.be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes me sad and sick to my stomach that this is happening to any kid let alone in our own back yard per say....I so don't understand with all the equality and education on bullying in the schools these days this happens. If you commit a crime you have to pay the consequent. To Molly for sharing what happen, kudos to you for being brave enough to put it out there....to the ones responsible:you deserve to be expelled from school. Not a one should be scared to go to school, anyplace let alone the umbrella "secure" type school this happen at. What ever happen to the pride of community, acceptance of all? We all wish for peace in our lives is that asking tooooo much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-52518122158233319?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/52518122158233319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=52518122158233319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/52518122158233319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/52518122158233319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/many-questions-are-there-answers.html' title='many questions ...are there answers?'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4830718585734545286</id><published>2011-12-08T06:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T06:55:49.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I knew I always liked Kissing Balls for a reason!!!! : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss6UlIpzi9w/TuClv67ozLI/AAAAAAAABnw/N10nsj_u3zg/s1600/kissing_balls_1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss6UlIpzi9w/TuClv67ozLI/AAAAAAAABnw/N10nsj_u3zg/s320/kissing_balls_1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683724972433394866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Origins of the Christmas Kissing Ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Christmas traditions have been handed down to us from the Middle Ages, when the holiday of Christmas became more important than it had ever been. It was during the Middle Ages that St. Francis of Assisi came up with the idea of the Nativity scene, using animals and villagers to re-enact the story of Jesus' birth at Bethlehem, which were eventually replaced by the ceramic, plaster and plastic figures we know today. Many Christmas Carols - O Come All Ye Faithful, What Child Is This - originated int he Middle Ages, and although the words may have changed slightly, a time traveler speeding back to the 13th,14th, or 15th centuries would be able to join the sing-along at Christmas Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kissing ball comes to us from that time, too. During the Middle Ages, villagers would wind together twine and evergreen branches into a ramshackle ball shape. In the center of this conglomeration of evergreen boughs they would place a clay figure of an infant to represent the baby Jesus. These "holy boughs", as they were called, would be hung from the ceiling along passageways in castles and big houses to render blessings and good luck to all who passed under the bough and the holy infant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the 17th through early 19th centuries, such decorations were frowned up. The Puritans, the Reformation and all the new religious fervor sweeping England and Europe meant cleansing away all the decorations of Christmas. But people will be people, and people yearn for decorations and symbolism. By the time Queen Victoria ruled England, decorations were making a comeback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of our Christmas traditions date back to Queen Victoria, such as the Christmas tree. Her husband Albert was from Germany, and the Germans had long kept the custom of evergreen trees decorated to symbolism eternal life and the return of the sun. During the Victorian era, the concept of the kissing ball or holy bough came back but in a different form. People would take a potato or apple and tie a pretty ribbon around it as a hanger. Then they would stick sprigs of evergreen, holly and sweet herbs into the potato or apple until it bristled with them. The resulting "sweet ball" not only looked beautiful, it smelled good too, which was a plus in the days before daily showers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The herbs in the sweet ball took on the highly romanticized symbolism common to the Victorian area. Simon and Garfunkel weren't the only ones singing about "Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme". Each of those herbs plus dozens and dozens more flowers, herbs and plants spoke a unique and private symbolic language to Victorians. The choice of herbs, flowers and boughs could state love, affection, charity, piety and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the 19th century, the kissing ball now symbolized romantic love. It wasn't uncommon to find ballrooms adorned with dozens of decorated kissing balls hanging from the ceiling. One custom had a kissing ball with a sprig of mistletoe hanging from it. This ball would be hung up in a special place at a party. Unmarried maidens would line up and stand underneath, and the unmarried men would line up to kiss the ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the 20th century unfurled, kissing balls fell out of favor. Only the mistletoe remained as a symbol of love and romance. But some traditionalists still love the lore, the mysterious and the romance of this very traditional Christmas decoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's to the kissing ball....SMOOCHES! xoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4830718585734545286?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4830718585734545286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4830718585734545286' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4830718585734545286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4830718585734545286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-knew-i-always-liked-kissing-balls-for.html' title='I knew I always liked Kissing Balls for a reason!!!! : )'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ss6UlIpzi9w/TuClv67ozLI/AAAAAAAABnw/N10nsj_u3zg/s72-c/kissing_balls_1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3037184499964503586</id><published>2011-12-06T08:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T08:47:57.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkwkTPhwJjo/Tt4cUA7xqHI/AAAAAAAABnk/pbqVOhAYusY/s1600/m%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkwkTPhwJjo/Tt4cUA7xqHI/AAAAAAAABnk/pbqVOhAYusY/s320/m%2Band%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683010909961824370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up beside you everyday makes it a brighter day! &lt;br /&gt;I am grateful and thankful for the life we have together and most of all to have a BEST FRIEND that gets me better than I get myself. I do believe in true love, happily ever after b/c you are my prince and I your princesses. So many memories and so much laughter with a little bit of OCD thrown in makes it all so very special. Love you my sweetest! xo Love your Jelly Bean&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3037184499964503586?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3037184499964503586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3037184499964503586' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3037184499964503586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3037184499964503586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-love.html' title='My love!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YkwkTPhwJjo/Tt4cUA7xqHI/AAAAAAAABnk/pbqVOhAYusY/s72-c/m%2Band%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7059636941780286759</id><published>2011-12-05T22:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:57:41.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Student of the Month!</title><content type='html'>YAY RYAN YAY! &lt;br /&gt;SO happy to receive the letter sent home with his nomination and acceptance of Student of the Month! That's our boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7059636941780286759?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7059636941780286759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7059636941780286759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7059636941780286759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7059636941780286759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/student-of-month.html' title='Student of the Month!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2337249603563502425</id><published>2011-12-05T22:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:55:29.087-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Date and Nut Bread!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UF-wKC0-28/Tt2PeYAsRCI/AAAAAAAABnY/d7ps3eklIF0/s1600/bread.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UF-wKC0-28/Tt2PeYAsRCI/AAAAAAAABnY/d7ps3eklIF0/s320/bread.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682856056815633442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://familyfun.go.com/recipes/old-fashioned-date-nut-bread-689213/&lt;br /&gt;Nana T used to make delish things and Date and Nut Bread being one of her A+ could win a Blue Ribbon items. I recall being at Mann Orchards and seeing a loaf holding it up to my nose and tears streamed down my face when Michael handed it to me b/c it WAS as if I were a child again holding that similar smell to my nose at the table in the kitchen of 90 Barnes Ave. He also LOVED her special cream cheese sweetened whipped spread. OH so yummy! I am making some of these loaves this year. I know I do not have her recipe but will try this one sent in an e-mail from the Disney site. We will see. I will post about them. Funny how I don't have any obligation to go to the Don Orione Home now that Nana T has passed. Before we would make sure to include a trip there at some point of the weekend or my Wed afternoon visit alone. So was saying this at breakfast Sunday to Ryan and Michael and before Michael could answer Ry says you can still go see her and I was like oh ok! shoulder shrugs! He said at the cemetery. I smiled at my kind hearted boy who said what his dad was going to say but it is so not the same. So in our travels yesterday Michael drove by the cemetery. I can honestly say I feel closer to her in the comfort of my own home looking at the ornaments she gave us way back in '92 and the most resent one I got and put a pic of her and I in. It is is favorite color powder blue. I feel most comforted looking at photos of her wrapped in the last afgan she made, once again a powder blue color. As I look back to the color selection we made in our first house in 91 we had powder blue I think everything in our dining and living room. Now that I think of it was that her influence indirectly? Just like you don't have to be in a 4 wall building called a church to feel close to God you don't have to be at the final resting place of your loved one to feel close to them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2337249603563502425?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2337249603563502425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2337249603563502425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2337249603563502425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2337249603563502425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/date-and-nut-bread.html' title='Date and Nut Bread!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3UF-wKC0-28/Tt2PeYAsRCI/AAAAAAAABnY/d7ps3eklIF0/s72-c/bread.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-762885006407063346</id><published>2011-12-02T07:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T07:24:25.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NANA T &amp; ME</title><content type='html'>It happened. I have been for a while now been wanted Nana to come to me in a dream. Last nights dream she was there. Just her and me in the old kitchen at 90 Barnes Ave. The oven all old like I remember it. I got to have a huge cry with her in her arms AND best of all she was the old Nana T with all her faculties about her. Sounded like her, felt like her and smelt like her from back in the day. I woke up way to soon from it but am still grateful I had the small amount of time that I did. I know all day I am going to keep thinking of it. Love you Nana T!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-762885006407063346?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/762885006407063346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=762885006407063346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/762885006407063346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/762885006407063346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/nana-t-me.html' title='NANA T &amp; ME'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7729181323181048734</id><published>2011-12-01T07:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T07:51:48.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GROUPON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOKTohTpRyg/Ttd4EaEeALI/AAAAAAAABnM/i5dixzEXm6w/s1600/groupon_4c.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 141px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOKTohTpRyg/Ttd4EaEeALI/AAAAAAAABnM/i5dixzEXm6w/s320/groupon_4c.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681141472064045234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am allll for Groupons....for a year and a half now got many good deals....this morn there was half off at McDonalds...Are you kidding me people...b/c eating that cheep junk isn't enough now you can save half off of on it....get outta town with that deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7729181323181048734?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7729181323181048734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7729181323181048734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7729181323181048734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7729181323181048734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/12/groupon.html' title='GROUPON!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOKTohTpRyg/Ttd4EaEeALI/AAAAAAAABnM/i5dixzEXm6w/s72-c/groupon_4c.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2679562735224665080</id><published>2011-11-29T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:16:44.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>http://www.theatlantic.com/life/archive/2011/11/a-new-way-to-look-at-alzheimers/248650/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the cure for cancer I so in my lifetime want to see a cure for alzheimer's....COME ON WE GOT TO FIND CURES FOR THESE AWFUL DISEASES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2679562735224665080?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2679562735224665080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2679562735224665080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2679562735224665080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2679562735224665080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6848480492556719653</id><published>2011-11-29T08:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:05:20.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing Hearts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RglmTgnGoZ4/TtTYi2EEgjI/AAAAAAAABnA/naXPEjmYYp0/s1600/heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RglmTgnGoZ4/TtTYi2EEgjI/AAAAAAAABnA/naXPEjmYYp0/s320/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680403123160777266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~every single day do something that makes your heart sing~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6848480492556719653?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6848480492556719653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6848480492556719653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6848480492556719653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6848480492556719653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/singing-hearts.html' title='Singing Hearts!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RglmTgnGoZ4/TtTYi2EEgjI/AAAAAAAABnA/naXPEjmYYp0/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6542052324688843291</id><published>2011-11-29T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T08:00:22.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Santa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-aRLyxEpns/TtTXWLrpcAI/AAAAAAAABm0/klUSzl7u5HY/s1600/santa%2Breal%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-aRLyxEpns/TtTXWLrpcAI/AAAAAAAABm0/klUSzl7u5HY/s320/santa%2Breal%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680401806113992706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ya he HAS to be the real one hey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6542052324688843291?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6542052324688843291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6542052324688843291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6542052324688843291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6542052324688843291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/santa.html' title='THE Santa!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-K-aRLyxEpns/TtTXWLrpcAI/AAAAAAAABm0/klUSzl7u5HY/s72-c/santa%2Breal%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2092634432182401296</id><published>2011-11-29T07:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T07:58:52.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Famous Quote...oh so well wrote!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMJmhIdt8AE/TtTXBu40n6I/AAAAAAAABmo/C8-FU2Ku1NQ/s1600/sr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMJmhIdt8AE/TtTXBu40n6I/AAAAAAAABmo/C8-FU2Ku1NQ/s320/sr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680401454787239842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never know the love of a parent till we become parents ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Henry Ward Beecher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so believe this with all my heart &lt;3....I can't say enough about the deep deep love in my heart for my sons. They make my heart beam when I think of them. Just to get an unexpected hug or a text out of the blue make my heart happy! I love you guys oh so very much....my big one and little one....ok not so little any more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2092634432182401296?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2092634432182401296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2092634432182401296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2092634432182401296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2092634432182401296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/famous-quoteoh-so-well-wrote.html' title='Famous Quote...oh so well wrote!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cMJmhIdt8AE/TtTXBu40n6I/AAAAAAAABmo/C8-FU2Ku1NQ/s72-c/sr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1486916729708269308</id><published>2011-11-26T05:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T05:58:40.201-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKIN FORWARD TO IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqjE2EAKX1w/TtDE6RSM1SI/AAAAAAAABmc/hgqNF0wPZvc/s1600/Wheatgrass_A3_Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqjE2EAKX1w/TtDE6RSM1SI/AAAAAAAABmc/hgqNF0wPZvc/s320/Wheatgrass_A3_Poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679255635465393442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin ready to do a shot 6 miler with the Pink Angels this morn. It is already in the 50's so how can we let perfectly good weather go to waste. After that off to fuel up on a WG shot. YUM!!!!!!!!!!!! Get my gulp on, lookin forward to the 4 of us setting up Christmas decorations and puttin the ornaments on the tree. I still get teary eyed when I see the homemade ornaments from years past as well as the special ones that mean so much through the years. We have a tradition of playing the Grinch (Jim C version) while we put up the tree, that or Polar Express. Michael loves to keep saying HOLIDAY WHOBBIE WHATIE...lol Yes he can be a funny guy,,,lol Off to semi bundle up...Not really needing lots of layers this morn. Need some Biofreeze for the left knee, it has not been the same since coming back from Tampa. It has like a numbness to it. I think I may of OVER FROZE it up....lol Yup addicts can do that! Have a wonderful Saturday all. Hope you day is warm with love from the heart &lt;3 and sky! x o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1486916729708269308?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1486916729708269308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1486916729708269308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1486916729708269308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1486916729708269308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/lookin-forward-to-it.html' title='LOOKIN FORWARD TO IT!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fqjE2EAKX1w/TtDE6RSM1SI/AAAAAAAABmc/hgqNF0wPZvc/s72-c/Wheatgrass_A3_Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2805184361488051116</id><published>2011-11-25T15:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T15:17:53.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>even a grown up has a heart of a child!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5kh9zR942o/Ts_3e_abYEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5Jwf_Lp_AwQ/s1600/PEACE%2BTREE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5kh9zR942o/Ts_3e_abYEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5Jwf_Lp_AwQ/s320/PEACE%2BTREE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679029766927900738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LTNXl1NEb5Y&amp;feature=related&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All grown up now, not a child but my heart still can dream.......I love those words...&lt;br /&gt; When being a grown up reality hits close to home but never ever loose sight of the childlike desire to feel that things could be "that right would always win"......and love will never end...this is my grown up Christmas wish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2805184361488051116?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2805184361488051116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2805184361488051116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2805184361488051116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2805184361488051116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/even-grown-up-has-heart-of-child.html' title='even a grown up has a heart of a child!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-A5kh9zR942o/Ts_3e_abYEI/AAAAAAAABmQ/5Jwf_Lp_AwQ/s72-c/PEACE%2BTREE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1546208755228213082</id><published>2011-11-25T02:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T02:35:47.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving Day! We here at the Raf house did. :D &lt;br /&gt;off to the bears at 330am for some pawsome gingerbread people adventures. Also Alvin and his crew we will also see you. Get to wear a Hawaiian style shirt today..YAY..now if only we lived in Hawaii! lol Made all the sangwiches for my fellow bears so their tummies will be full on the sales floor. Have a great weekend all xoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1546208755228213082?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1546208755228213082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1546208755228213082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1546208755228213082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1546208755228213082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving_25.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-5416020566163184278</id><published>2011-11-20T10:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:56:20.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for the 4!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTxYhMpyuFA/TskgB1jIoAI/AAAAAAAABmE/x9wCrEX7JUk/s1600/12%2Bhour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTxYhMpyuFA/TskgB1jIoAI/AAAAAAAABmE/x9wCrEX7JUk/s320/12%2Bhour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677104021203623938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Celebratin the loves b-day this weekend....Raf's ova last night and then since Stephen slept ovah we went to breakfast for Michael's B-day! Love having the 4 of us together. For ya b-day here at the River St Raf house you get to pick what place ya want to go to for your b-day meal. Well M loves loves loves the Outback and I am very surprised he picked a b-day breakfast meal instead. He loves Fredies in Middleton for breakfast so off we went. Stephen was happy b/c quote unquote that place is "da shit" yup that's right folks I let the kid use fowl words. LOL Da shit being good A+...yup once again one would think it would be crappy but no da shit means good. OK well alrighty then! So many local faces there good thing I am with the other 3 who look similar to what they always looked like b/c I give my great BOG Stephie Smile :D and I sear peeps just don't know me. They then look at who I am with and hten get IT! lol Oh Well I don't take offence b/c hey I do look different. The food was great as a matter of fact da shit to be exact lol JK! also got to walk a lil then get the paper to read and send S on his way. He has 3 hockey games this week and needs he car for them. He is also off to a WIT hockey game this afternoon. I picked him up some of the above pic. I do not endorse or really approve of it but he said they really help him keep his energy up playin. He said he is older now! LMAO! oh ok...."I will be fine Ma" as he puts it. So he has 4 of these things and hey .....it is mega vit B but I do not liek the Turaine stuff in it. BLECK! so anyway .....this was a happy mama who had the 4 of us together. He is on his way back to WIT. We will get to have him Wed to Sun eve YAY! off to get food for Thanksgiving Day meal and some baking items too! Happy Beautiful Sunday to you! Enjoy this nice weather! xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-5416020566163184278?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5416020566163184278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=5416020566163184278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5416020566163184278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5416020566163184278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/time-for-4.html' title='Time for the 4!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTxYhMpyuFA/TskgB1jIoAI/AAAAAAAABmE/x9wCrEX7JUk/s72-c/12%2Bhour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-5854062170583823917</id><published>2011-11-16T20:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T20:27:00.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRua_Jpy79U&amp;feature=relmfu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-5854062170583823917?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5854062170583823917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=5854062170583823917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5854062170583823917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5854062170583823917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-8729428992039050261</id><published>2011-11-13T06:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T07:12:18.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dash...something that mattters</title><content type='html'>I read of a man who stood to speak&lt;br /&gt;At the funeral of a friend.&lt;br /&gt;He referred to the dates on her tombstone&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He noted that first came the date of her birth&lt;br /&gt;And spoke of the following date with tears,&lt;br /&gt;But he said what mattered most of all&lt;br /&gt;Was the dash between those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that dash represents all the time&lt;br /&gt;That she spent alive on earth&lt;br /&gt;And now only those who loved her&lt;br /&gt;Know what that little line is worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it matters not, how much we own,&lt;br /&gt;The cars, the house, the cash,&lt;br /&gt;What matters is how we live and love&lt;br /&gt;And how we spend our dash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So think about this long and hard;&lt;br /&gt;Are there things you’d like to change?&lt;br /&gt;For you never know how much time is left&lt;br /&gt;That can still be rearranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could just slow down enough&lt;br /&gt;To consider what’s true and real&lt;br /&gt;And always try to understand&lt;br /&gt;The way other people feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And be less quick to anger&lt;br /&gt;And show appreciation more&lt;br /&gt;And love the people in our lives&lt;br /&gt;Like we’ve never loved before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we treat each other with respect&lt;br /&gt;And more often wear a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering that this special dash&lt;br /&gt;Might only last a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when your eulogy is being read&lt;br /&gt;With your life’s actions to rehash&lt;br /&gt;Would you be proud of the things they say&lt;br /&gt;About how you spent your dash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to Blog about this, for it was my kindhearted, handsome, loving brother-in-law Rob who brought up THE DASH in our lives yesterday at Nana T's service. I pointed out how Michael put the collage of pictures together and one of the pics was of me right after having Ryan and I did not look all that appealing. So jokingly I said "ya I can thank Michael for putting that up there, funny how huge and bloated I am looking, like I want that on the board", Well Rob pointed out it is all apart of the DASH....that time in-between your birthdate and your passing date that MATTERS the most. It is that very DASH that makes up the times of our lives. I have tried to pride myself on making that DASH have deep meaning. Not just to me but for all the others I come in contact with through my years here on earth. It may be for the closest of people in my life or it may even be to a stranger who I may never meet again, Though I truly want, regardless if I know them or not to have MY DASH matter. I NEED to thank Rob for pointing that out because every moment we live makes up our DASH! Go through life making sure that your DASH is well spent. That you make your mark....This particular song makes me think of just that....I WAS HERE! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XZ12nrz47U that a moment to listen..this was my first 3 day walks anthem....I live by the moto....."I wanna do something that matters" ...."do something better with the time I was given"/////something that says I was here.......ou will notice me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be leaving my mark like initials carved&lt;br /&gt;In an old oak tree, you wait and see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll write like Twain wrote&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll paint like Van Gogh&lt;br /&gt;Cure the common cold, I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I'm ready start 'cause I know in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something that matters, say something different&lt;br /&gt;Something that sets the whole world on its ear&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something better with the time I've been given&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life&lt;br /&gt;Leave nothing less than something that says ?I was here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will prove you wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you think I'm all talk, you're in for a shock&lt;br /&gt;[ From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/l/lady-antebellum-lyrics/i-was-here-lyrics.html]&lt;br /&gt;'Cause this dream's too strong and before too long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll compose symphonies&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll fight for world peace&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know it's my destiny&lt;br /&gt;To leave more than a trace of myself in this place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something that matters, say something different&lt;br /&gt;Something that sets the whole world on its ear&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do something better with the time I've been given&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try to touch a few hearts in this life&lt;br /&gt;And leave nothing less than something that says ?I was here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that I, I will do more than just pass through this life&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave nothing less than something that says ?I was here?&lt;br /&gt;I was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look back in the treasure chest of memories of Nana Theresa I can say she did something that matters....She had a huge hand in molding me into the person I have become. Thanks to you Nana T for making YOUR dash matter. xo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-8729428992039050261?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8729428992039050261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=8729428992039050261' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8729428992039050261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8729428992039050261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/dashsomething-that-mattters.html' title='The Dash...something that mattters'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-792614859905614206</id><published>2011-11-11T06:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:43:34.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It hurts but there is some comfort there</title><content type='html'>Knowing that Nana T is out of the body that broke her down mentally and physically makes the blow a little more easy. It is never easy to loose a loved and cherished one. Though I find comfort and relish in the fact that she lived her live fully. It is a testament to say she was never really sick in her live until the dementia, muscular degeneration , and ALZ set in big time. That women ate rappi greens with hunks of garlic.....she loved cooking with hunks of garlic...the stuffed chockies as she would say had white slices that were very visible. I would never eat them stuffed just steamed. Now I too LOVE garlic. I guess it does ward off the bad. She loved her many many cups of tea, black of course. &lt;br /&gt; I lay in bed or daydream of the many things we did through the years. It helps knowing there are many events in the treasure chest of life that can be looked back on. That is worth any amount of money out there. I so do treasure that. Yesterday at the bear barn there were two "God winks" as they are called with Nanas involved. I guess that was her telling me everything is ok. : ) I love you Nana T and you will always be with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-792614859905614206?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/792614859905614206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=792614859905614206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/792614859905614206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/792614859905614206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/it-hurts-but-there-is-some-comfort.html' title='It hurts but there is some comfort there'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4357044365223625008</id><published>2011-11-11T06:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T06:33:36.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11-11-11 Veterans Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKYMuJL-zsA/Tr0Gh1nf0bI/AAAAAAAABl4/lTbJVEikFxQ/s1600/veterans_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKYMuJL-zsA/Tr0Gh1nf0bI/AAAAAAAABl4/lTbJVEikFxQ/s320/veterans_day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673698283954885042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sending out THANKS to all those who served and still serve for our country to be a FREE place to live. Freedom is not Free since they give of their lives while serving. I am proud to be an American. Equally proud of the sacrifices that these men and women take on and choose to be soldiers. Also lets not forget the families that wait stateside for them when fighting over seas or even on the home front. I say a prayer for their safety and bow my head with humility for the blessings that they will all stay safe. MUCH THANKS ARMY, NAVY, AIRFORCE, MARINES, COASTGAURDS, RESERVISTS ect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4357044365223625008?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4357044365223625008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4357044365223625008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4357044365223625008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4357044365223625008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/11-11-11-veterans-day.html' title='11-11-11 Veterans Day'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UKYMuJL-zsA/Tr0Gh1nf0bI/AAAAAAAABl4/lTbJVEikFxQ/s72-c/veterans_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2841219913802319590</id><published>2011-11-03T18:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:04:21.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>way to much to blog about</title><content type='html'>So basically I am just letting it go for a while. Don't have it in me to say all that I want to say about the weekends walk ...so much to write about. Got word that Nana T has stopped eating pretty much and now it is a matter of just a small amount of time that she can be at peace. SIGH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2841219913802319590?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2841219913802319590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2841219913802319590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2841219913802319590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2841219913802319590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/11/way-to-much-to-blog-about.html' title='way to much to blog about'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4899046236722718843</id><published>2011-10-27T04:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T04:15:18.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRNaAyzSDJg/TqkSYTnxkSI/AAAAAAAABlI/ns0c1ABN7tk/s1600/3%2Bdayyyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 287px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRNaAyzSDJg/TqkSYTnxkSI/AAAAAAAABlI/ns0c1ABN7tk/s320/3%2Bdayyyy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668081814815740194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know when I'll be back again! :D&lt;br /&gt;Walking the Tamapa 3 day to fight like a girl...and put an END to cancer once and for all. Imagine life without cancer, we would walk just for the sake of walkin'.&lt;br /&gt;My Pink Angel team will be representing BOSTON in the SUNSHINE STATE....how appropriate SUNSHINE STEPHIE in the state she loves the best! :D ok not the best...second best Hawaii takes 1st place. How cool would that be the Maui 3 day....oh baby! &lt;br /&gt;I want to thank from the bottom of my heart the wonderful donors who help make my walk possible. It's because of your donations to the cause that we walk and can fund research for new drugs ect to put an END to this disease. I am PINKED UP to show my passion for the fight. Post some pics IF I get them from teammates LOL ya all know my mo with pics ....someday maybe I will be a pic person! till then wait to be tagged in pics on FB! SO I will be back on the line as I call it after the 3 day. Love and thanks once again to all of you who support this fight....xoxoxoxoox I WALK BECAUSE I MUST!&lt;br /&gt;http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/2011/General?px=2999947&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1751&lt;br /&gt;this is my link to donate to the 3 day ....fundraising never ends....untill the cure is found does it end!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4899046236722718843?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4899046236722718843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4899046236722718843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4899046236722718843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4899046236722718843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hRNaAyzSDJg/TqkSYTnxkSI/AAAAAAAABlI/ns0c1ABN7tk/s72-c/3%2Bdayyyy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3472137280246717961</id><published>2011-10-24T18:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T18:42:36.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 day training and da toes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o71Gfshimuc/TqXnewOqu3I/AAAAAAAABk8/VIW2KKjlHeQ/s1600/t%2Bshirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o71Gfshimuc/TqXnewOqu3I/AAAAAAAABk8/VIW2KKjlHeQ/s320/t%2Bshirt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667190221644151666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The training of a 3 day walker....lots of long training miles so that on the 3 day ya don't poop out..so this leads to many foot issues. We call them 3 day walker feet. So I in the past never had major issues with my 3 day walker feet. As for this year running in 2 5 K's I lost my pinky toe nail. ok not bad a pinky...well NOW the big toe toenail is now gone. UGH! sorry to be so forth coming with the toes. UGH! SO when telling M about the latest loss of nail he says..I hope I keep all my toes training for the 3 day. I said well my toes have yet to fall off just the nails LMAO! I knew what he meant but it was cute to point out we will not be at a toe loss, we hope! Keeping the nails is hard for running/walking people. It could be worse. I have had co-walkers who's feet were soooo bad that mine looked pretty! off to soak em in the salts...EPSOM SALT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3472137280246717961?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3472137280246717961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3472137280246717961' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3472137280246717961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3472137280246717961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/3-day-training-and-da-toes.html' title='3 day training and da toes!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o71Gfshimuc/TqXnewOqu3I/AAAAAAAABk8/VIW2KKjlHeQ/s72-c/t%2Bshirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1086521949812428307</id><published>2011-10-23T20:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T20:49:37.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I never liked Applebee's not ever!</title><content type='html'>So today to get a bite to eat we stopped @ Applebees on the way north heading home b/c Ry and Michael saw a 2 for $20 commercial. So they got an appetizer and two meals for 20. I got get this I AM a cheep date LMAO! $3.49 salad. It was that b/c she made it an add on to an entree. It would of been like $5.59 but the waitress was very nice about that being apart of what Ry ordered. So one would think it was safe being a non meat eating person that a side salad is safe and has no animal products but nooooo. Not @ Applebee's.....there is like NOTHING on that menu for me to pick so I went with the safe bet of the SALAD...so I go to dig in AND there is BACON! ......she had stepped away when I was to dig the fork in and eat it so I said to the boys I can't eat this it has bacon....we wait about 7 mins to see her again and I nicely tell her the problem and she looks at me like I told her I cane from outer space. So she says let me see what I can do. WHAT!!!!!!!!!! OH OK .....now if you know me I DO NOT EVER get mad at people in any industry let alone the service industry. So she comes back and says they will make you another one with out the bacon I asked if that was ok. So I thanked her, smiled and waited for the next salad to come which made me think did they scrape the bacon off and just return what was first sent out? But when she walked away I said to my men ok so they were maybe contemplating not issuing me a non bacon salad and she had to get approval?  LMAO! So yes I am a cheep date to a restaurant...water for all of us...the 2 for 20 meal and 3.49 plus tax and 20% tip....not a bad price for a meal that them 2 enjoyed. As for me I said to M "I TOLD YA SO" I suggested that we stop @ Costco for me to get the big container of spring mix for $5.49 and I would of had enough salad for 3 serivings but hey they wanted an entree and they got it. OH WELL...I so would of rather a shot of WH and a small shot of ginger from Sol Bean for the same price maybe even a little bit more $!~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1086521949812428307?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1086521949812428307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1086521949812428307' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1086521949812428307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1086521949812428307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-never-liked-applebees-not-ever.html' title='I never liked Applebee&apos;s not ever!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3599260859762530988</id><published>2011-10-23T17:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T17:59:47.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>45 from 90!</title><content type='html'>Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone....saw this in an e-mail sent with 45 little quotes written by a 90 year old.I think of Nana T who also is 90 but could not verbalize herself.. I have to share b/c they all seem to hold value, thank you Karen for the share! : ) I always look forward to your e-mails! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old, of the Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio .&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote the 45 lessons life taught me. It is the most requested column I've ever written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first paycheck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time.. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. The best is yet to come....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;br /&gt; So back to the cry one! Seeing Nana T today as every time I see her I seem to try my hardest to contain my tears. It very rarely works though. I should take my own advise like I say to friends...."like laughing when happy...you should cry when sad b/c you would NEVER hold back the laugh so why hold back the tears...it is such a valid emotion and if needed then do it...no shame in that"/////&lt;br /&gt;So it was so heart wrenching when Nana T cried first. When putting my cheek next to hers she burst out into tears and in my happiest voice I told her how beautiful she is and how much I love her and she means so much to me. She then says don't worry. So by her saying that and realizing she comprehends more than people may think I had to burst within reason to not alarm her....It was so good to have Michael right next to me, the one who knows me so deep and so intensely that he takes the weight of my worry and supports it when I can only support so much. He knew I could tell that he ust knew that by her saying that it would start my tears. I feel some what good to know that she comprehends to an extent when we talk to her. My first words to her today were "come stai? " and she said oh eh! meza meza...that there shows me she is some what getting it a we lil bit. When she opens her eyes she tears up..I think it is easier for her to keep them closed when we are there emotionally. I tell ya I LOVE THAT WOMEN...she is MY NANA T! to sit and hold her frail but oh so still soft hand and have her grip it back also gives me a sense of warmth! I LOVE YOU NANA T...ALWAYS WILL! xoxoxo Love YOUR STEPHIE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3599260859762530988?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3599260859762530988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3599260859762530988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3599260859762530988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3599260859762530988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/45-from-90.html' title='45 from 90!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3866558138822943159</id><published>2011-10-21T14:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T14:56:32.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehNKiSRemKE/TqG_oGIBOhI/AAAAAAAABkw/RXjkbHI2TmI/s1600/EE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 78px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehNKiSRemKE/TqG_oGIBOhI/AAAAAAAABkw/RXjkbHI2TmI/s320/EE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666020501768714770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://career-advice.comcast.monster.com/salary-benefits/salary-information/bestpaying-degrees-in-2010-hot-jobs/article.aspx?WT.mc_n=comcast802&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this made this WIT mama happy! I know he still has a few years to go but it is great to see that the degree will be in demand. So sad to see college grads who can't find jobs in their field. &lt;br /&gt;#6 on the top ten list!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3866558138822943159?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3866558138822943159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3866558138822943159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3866558138822943159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3866558138822943159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/yay.html' title='yay'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehNKiSRemKE/TqG_oGIBOhI/AAAAAAAABkw/RXjkbHI2TmI/s72-c/EE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6316640033090543160</id><published>2011-10-19T08:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T08:55:40.368-04:00</updated><title type='text'>would NEVER even if I had tons o cash spend $ on a bag! this vid kind of explains why!</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U3NgzQ9Pcsg&amp;feature=share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like the message that this points out. Maybe that my friends is why I can sport my $1. reusable bags, like a pocketbook...lol it is the person holding the bag not the expensive fancy bag that makes the person...I &lt;3 my matching reusable collection of handbags! it makes me me! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6316640033090543160?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6316640033090543160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6316640033090543160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6316640033090543160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6316640033090543160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/would-never-even-if-i-had-tons-o-cash.html' title='would NEVER even if I had tons o cash spend $ on a bag! this vid kind of explains why!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3827066036369148058</id><published>2011-10-17T16:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:03:48.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen and Mama.....Lil Mama and BIG MIKE as S call us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mx8-6y1trk4/TpyYHisNImI/AAAAAAAABkk/G-yLf4YPST8/s1600/michael%2Band%2Bme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mx8-6y1trk4/TpyYHisNImI/AAAAAAAABkk/G-yLf4YPST8/s320/michael%2Band%2Bme.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664569686663963234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NkuGraeJog/TpyWltLZ8gI/AAAAAAAABkY/RVgbK7oLAYI/s1600/S%2Band%2Bmama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7NkuGraeJog/TpyWltLZ8gI/AAAAAAAABkY/RVgbK7oLAYI/s320/S%2Band%2Bmama.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664568005852000770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside Stephens dorm area on Sunday after the Jazz Breakfast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3827066036369148058?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3827066036369148058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3827066036369148058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3827066036369148058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3827066036369148058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/stephen-and-mama.html' title='Stephen and Mama.....Lil Mama and BIG MIKE as S call us!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mx8-6y1trk4/TpyYHisNImI/AAAAAAAABkk/G-yLf4YPST8/s72-c/michael%2Band%2Bme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7753067372423161385</id><published>2011-10-15T17:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T17:34:12.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WIT weekend continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm3L8iZMQzg/Tpn3WPqPNPI/AAAAAAAABkA/21Wuk7LQO5s/s1600/WIT%2Bmoms%2Bshirt%2521.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm3L8iZMQzg/Tpn3WPqPNPI/AAAAAAAABkA/21Wuk7LQO5s/s320/WIT%2Bmoms%2Bshirt%2521.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663829967927981298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Back from day two of WIT Family weekend. Day one we had Stephen pick out our pumpkin, sign us in as a family but did not attend Casino Night...S had plans with his new buds and we got to watch our nephews and learn new and interesting facts from Evan. :D As for day two...bright and early on our way to the city....Michael taking the wheel (phew) no median strips being driven over HAHAHAHA.....met 3 new families, ate a very delish free lunch, took a walk to the Pru for a lil,  had tons of fun walking and explorin the campus, did some cool stuff to raise money for the Jimmy Fund (love a good cause). While the boys watched a soccer game I went to see the deans address who btw in a room full o people before she spoke made a bee line right to my seat to say hello and tell me how happy she was to see me...her fellow Italian girl on campus :D ......when I went back to find the boys at the field house Michael asked if I made my way to the Dean..I said nope SHE made her way to me ...SHE LOVES ME! :D A 3rd years students mom heard me and said you know the dean personally! YUP I DO! lol lol...After some more outside activities on the quad we went to the pumpkin area that smelt pretty nasty. Ok it smelt FALL LIKE...lets put it that way! They were lining up the carved pumpkins with glow sticks for tonight's hayride that we will forgo since we left S to tend to his group of friends. This other family to not have to drive 3 hours north are staying in a area hotel and we will be meeting them for a quick dinner in a lil bit. Funny how they went 40 mins north of the city to get a decent hotel rate. Bright an early tom. am we head back for the jazz breakfast. Also it was so exciting to see the new student center that is being constructed...a ten million dollar project that will be named the Flanagan Something Center when complete in March 2012....the 10 mil was donated by Mr. F a WIT alumni who must have done well for himself. The BEST was seeing the presentation of how WIT students are working with the City of Boston to make the WATER FLOODING situating make rhyme or reason in the age of over population of the city. WIT Civil Engineering students are drawing up programs to have excess rain water be utilized in holding wells that will make the flooding situation have better flow and less taxxing on streets and the sewer system. Just hearing and seeing the real life input this institution has make me beam with pride to have our son be able to learn at a place that you are not a number and can thrive in the path you choose to study. The under 3900 or so student population make it easy to have an 18 to 1 ratio. That also makes me feel good that they are very much focused on by the professors. So far we are pleased and delighted to be parents of a Wentworth student. That is why we got the shirts you see in the pic. Pink for me of course....They did have WIT mom and WIT dad shirts but I did not like the fabric as much as I did for these ones. Off to see Tayors parents in Andover and pick up some items to take to him tomorrow. WIT we will see you in the am for jazz brunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7753067372423161385?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7753067372423161385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7753067372423161385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7753067372423161385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7753067372423161385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/wit-weekend-continues.html' title='WIT weekend continues'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zm3L8iZMQzg/Tpn3WPqPNPI/AAAAAAAABkA/21Wuk7LQO5s/s72-c/WIT%2Bmoms%2Bshirt%2521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6077093638821398778</id><published>2011-10-13T07:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T08:00:39.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"OUR MARTHA"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VL9gsLxsx9U/TpbRe_HdYcI/AAAAAAAABj0/h2NV87qDlrg/s1600/MARTHAAAAAA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VL9gsLxsx9U/TpbRe_HdYcI/AAAAAAAABj0/h2NV87qDlrg/s320/MARTHAAAAAA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662943911733977538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AN EARTH ANGEL that is what she is....OUR MARTHA as we call her. She is all ours, A Pink Angel who we love to hear, see, hug, laugh, feel close to and have many memories made with. Her beautiful smile has always been a sight that makes your day. He locks of dark curls blow in the wind and she lives her days with such hope and thankfulness. Just to hear her speak about how invigorating it feels to take her lunch time walk over the Mass Ave bridge and the awesome feeling of the wind in her hair makes my heart leap knowing that it is the little things that make such a big difference in life. To live everyday knowing just how much of a gift it is to be together and able to make new memories makes it all worth it. So to you OUR MARTHA you are loved so deeply and with such passion from your family, friends, co-workers and especially your Pink Angel team.....You are now that dark curly locks lady xoxoxoox love u lots and lots&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6077093638821398778?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6077093638821398778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6077093638821398778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6077093638821398778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6077093638821398778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-martha.html' title='&quot;OUR MARTHA&quot;'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VL9gsLxsx9U/TpbRe_HdYcI/AAAAAAAABj0/h2NV87qDlrg/s72-c/MARTHAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7785562963177144723</id><published>2011-10-13T06:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T06:44:18.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"FIND COMFORT IN ME"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2AI0Q2iNNk/Tpa_jHADh_I/AAAAAAAABjo/xC-w_KhmtGw/s1600/comfort%2Bwords.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2AI0Q2iNNk/Tpa_jHADh_I/AAAAAAAABjo/xC-w_KhmtGw/s320/comfort%2Bwords.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662924191360583666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33L7rB_n6V8/Tpa_i1G3ojI/AAAAAAAABjY/4mpv-8NhCl0/s1600/comfort%2Bwords%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-33L7rB_n6V8/Tpa_i1G3ojI/AAAAAAAABjY/4mpv-8NhCl0/s320/comfort%2Bwords%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662924186557325874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ODDn5JIvFE/Tpa_iwo4qKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Qb0yak_pYRM/s1600/comfort%2Bwords%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6ODDn5JIvFE/Tpa_iwo4qKI/AAAAAAAABjQ/Qb0yak_pYRM/s320/comfort%2Bwords%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662924185357822114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoJzN5a1tak/Tpa_iTjykRI/AAAAAAAABjI/s0NLqWklqLQ/s1600/comfort%2Bwords%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KoJzN5a1tak/Tpa_iTjykRI/AAAAAAAABjI/s0NLqWklqLQ/s320/comfort%2Bwords%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662924177551823122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsXtup_r4bI/Tpa_iHY4VOI/AAAAAAAABi4/-jQze0BSe70/s1600/comfort%2Bwords%2B5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HsXtup_r4bI/Tpa_iHY4VOI/AAAAAAAABi4/-jQze0BSe70/s320/comfort%2Bwords%2B5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662924174284838114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When "ANGELS ON EARTH" want to do something THEY DO IT! that's for sure......TO say that last night was touching is an understatement. I have a team of PINK ANGELS that show so much caring in life. Eileen our "nutty knitter" who has talent to the high heavens whipped up a BEA U TIFUL! COMFORT SHAWL for our dear Bridget.....The words you see in the picture make the concept so embracing to surround her or anyone receiving the shawl feel wrapped in love, caring, and healing vibes. It is wonderful to be with these people who have as much passion as I do maybe even more than myself for the cause and cure. I wake up everyday being extremely thankful to have met them and to be a PINK ANGEL. To you Bridget may this wrap you in warmth and love knowing that there are so many people who love and care about you always. xoxoxo Love Sunshine Stephie....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7785562963177144723?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7785562963177144723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7785562963177144723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7785562963177144723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7785562963177144723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/find-comfort-in-me.html' title='&quot;FIND COMFORT IN ME&quot;'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2AI0Q2iNNk/Tpa_jHADh_I/AAAAAAAABjo/xC-w_KhmtGw/s72-c/comfort%2Bwords.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3354176553788499737</id><published>2011-10-12T09:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T09:06:59.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Coes826EFaI/TpWQIXj4KPI/AAAAAAAABio/mBHvohtuq2Y/s1600/pink%2Brug.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Coes826EFaI/TpWQIXj4KPI/AAAAAAAABio/mBHvohtuq2Y/s320/pink%2Brug.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662590579926116594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acyLSLlRCxs/TpWQILs5CnI/AAAAAAAABig/fejKAzu64LU/s1600/PINK%2BBAG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-acyLSLlRCxs/TpWQILs5CnI/AAAAAAAABig/fejKAzu64LU/s320/PINK%2BBAG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662590576742697586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the door mat AND the bag from ECCO....so would not spend @$50 on a bag...NOPE...not a bag person..well ok I AM but the $1. reusable ones! :D NOW THAT'S A BAG! hahahahaha ECCO also had these awesome walking shoes with the "pink" ribbon of course! Weird...ya think I'd be all pinked out! lol Not today..but yup every other day! :D support the cause, find a cure, END THIS! once and for all CURE CANCER ALL CANCERS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3354176553788499737?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3354176553788499737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3354176553788499737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3354176553788499737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3354176553788499737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/pink.html' title='Pink!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Coes826EFaI/TpWQIXj4KPI/AAAAAAAABio/mBHvohtuq2Y/s72-c/pink%2Brug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2585423333085564106</id><published>2011-10-12T08:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T08:57:51.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>people not things are what matter....</title><content type='html'>but why am I still ticked off???? UGH.....The cute lil hybrid needs TLC...a busted tire and some wire thingy broke from me avoiding a stupid college boy in his bike darting out infront of my car in the BIG BAD CITY OF BOSTON! To avoid hittin and hurtin him and/or another car I had to ride up on the medium strip...and BANG! WHAT A NOISE IT MADE&gt; PANIC ATTACH! Good thing Stephen is the opposite of his reacting mama. He does so well in situations with stress....His brother is like me sometimes and he is like his Michael. SO Stephen took it delt with it and sent me on my way with the lil donut and I was panic the entire time heading North. He talked with me most of the trip in speaker so my hands were at 10 &amp; 2.....I am glad people or persons were not hurt but ticked off that it happen. UGH.....really people...don't dart out between cars on a bike or on foot. Was taught that at a young age. Learnt my lesson on that with some roller sk8's on LOL LOL .......wink wink ....so we wait for cousin jj to call and say he can take my cute lil baby who is only 18 mnths old. in perfect off the lot condition, well maybe not now! UGH....but I look at it all...things can be fixed or replaced people can't I would not be able to live with myself knowing I hurt or injured even if by accident another person....so keep the eyes on the road...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2585423333085564106?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2585423333085564106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2585423333085564106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2585423333085564106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2585423333085564106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/10/people-not-things-are-what-matter.html' title='people not things are what matter....'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3957943716523083095</id><published>2011-09-29T08:13:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:37:24.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 years ago...my my what 3 years brings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c67MUOaNuJQ/ToRjbk1ioyI/AAAAAAAABiY/YOdlI4QH1vY/s1600/white%2Bsmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c67MUOaNuJQ/ToRjbk1ioyI/AAAAAAAABiY/YOdlI4QH1vY/s320/white%2Bsmall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657756357280047906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBH04bFOKKc/ToRjYLr4wUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/kKwLgZqiGKY/s1600/white%2Blarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xBH04bFOKKc/ToRjYLr4wUI/AAAAAAAABiQ/kKwLgZqiGKY/s320/white%2Blarge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657756298989060418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CiAUhB8ZUWA/ToRiCN8T-tI/AAAAAAAABiI/WzoBbY9zHtk/s1600/3%2Byears%2Bago.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/-CiAUhB8ZUWA/ToRiCN8T-tI/AAAAAAAABiI/WzoBbY9zHtk/s320/3%2Byears%2Bago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657754822126074578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me 3 years ago....Was I happy? Yup....was I ecstatic? Probsly not...Did I love me? Yup....was I in love with me? nope....(the saving grace and really awesome thing was that Michael gave and had unconditional love to me, was in love no matter what size I was...he loved me for me and for that I know we are soul mates, best friends, lovers, and connected by some higher power) Did I keep busy and was active...YUP....Did I get my burn on ....? NOPE! DO I NOW? HELL TO THE YA! I SOOO DOOO DO DO! am I IN LOVE AND AS HAPPY A ALL HECK! YA BABY! I can say that this date 3 years ago as well as April 30th 08 are like a rebirth to me.  On April 30th went to the first appmnt. with the nutritionist and MADE A PACT I WILL DO THIS...so from 4/30 to 9/29...9/30 I lost 40 lbs...ate better exercised did it all right...so from 340lns to 300 lbs there was still MORE to loose...taking on task and staying on task from 9/29/08 to NOW 9/29/11 I can say I am down 185LBS...I LOST a freaking grown man! loosin 185lns and being a normal 155 to me is like SUNSHINE IN A RAINSTORM! The feeling is over the top. This day makes me reflect and see how fah I have come and how I WILL STAY THE NEW REBORN ME FOR A LONG LONG TIME&gt; I didn't do it alone that is for sure..I have so many to thank...I feel like I am on stage with an OSCAR lol lol the Oscar of life, a healthy happy new me life. The past month I have been exercising with a couple of women/exercising them to educated and help them get on a healthy track and it has made me happy and so useful in my own self, I have decided to go and get my certificate to be legit. Having a handful of people help lead me in that direction is great. I have gotten to see several avenues I can take and will soon make the choice of HOW I will go about this new endeavor. If you know me well enough I do not say stuff and then have no follow through. If I state something I DO! even at a larger weight I DO...I have always had the notion...don't state something if you are not gonna do it or follow through with it. SO I state right now that this is a route that I am looking into and will DO, it is a matter of making the right choice of road to take that makes most sense for me at this stage of the game. I am in this to WIN this....Hell I won .....what the heck...I AM WINNING! and I don't say that like the crazy Charlie S did I say that with total clarity!  I AM PUMPED ...pumped to wake up every morn and BE ME! DO DO DO DO DO !!!!!!!!!!!! DOn't stop...DO! Love u! xoxoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3957943716523083095?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3957943716523083095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3957943716523083095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3957943716523083095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3957943716523083095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/3-years-agomy-my-what-3-years-brings.html' title='3 years ago...my my what 3 years brings'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c67MUOaNuJQ/ToRjbk1ioyI/AAAAAAAABiY/YOdlI4QH1vY/s72-c/white%2Bsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6223218148225925827</id><published>2011-09-29T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:12:15.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>oh well.......fix what's not broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-qtn-ZTckg/ToRgmdUqcRI/AAAAAAAABiA/dAnPu80Ommk/s1600/facebook_logo_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-qtn-ZTckg/ToRgmdUqcRI/AAAAAAAABiA/dAnPu80Ommk/s320/facebook_logo_mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657753245706776850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess FB was lookin to give more work to the employees. They have to do all this redesign stuff and then have everyone complain about it. So why not just keep it the way it was? No idea....even when several friends post about a topic like the SOX ...then a feed says all who wrote about the SOX&gt;.....the FB gang must be havin the ultimate big brother fest over there in cyber land. Well we don't pay, we use it we DEAL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6223218148225925827?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6223218148225925827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6223218148225925827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6223218148225925827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6223218148225925827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/oh-wellfix-whats-not-broken.html' title='oh well.......fix what&apos;s not broken'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x-qtn-ZTckg/ToRgmdUqcRI/AAAAAAAABiA/dAnPu80Ommk/s72-c/facebook_logo_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7603977458201899591</id><published>2011-09-08T07:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:06:15.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>things ya miss.....keepin busy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIWO8f-Qpd4/TmivsfSp4AI/AAAAAAAABh4/U-z8tbHbzQk/s1600/good_morning_bear-1811.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIWO8f-Qpd4/TmivsfSp4AI/AAAAAAAABh4/U-z8tbHbzQk/s320/good_morning_bear-1811.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649958911385133058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start out with...Ryan has ALWAYS like his mama been a morning person. He hits the ground runnin' when he wakes...wakes up with a pleasant attitude and has an extremely organized way to the start of his day. This mama likes that. In the morning also a lot like me he talks and talks...LOL know "I" know how it feels! lol lol He makes funnies and it puts a smile :D on my face with a lil of an eye roll too. That kid! So the thing I must say I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do not &lt;/span&gt;miss about the mornings is Sir Grumps a lot coming out of his room with grumbles coming from his expression. LMAO! I miss his face, I miss seeing him everyday but he is a semi-bear. I know there is worse...some people are just plain old grumps...he is a semi-grump until he takes a shower. Michael not on Ry and my level of excellence of peppiness but still has a semi-good attitude when he wakes. I so wonder how Jessie, Stephen's friend for HS and now WIT roommate wakes. LOL If it is like Ry then S will just not be to fond a that! He would make his way to get some juice in the am and say to Ry FREAK! just b/c he was happy in the am. I can tell Ry misses that attention from his big bro despite it being negative attention. It was a morning routine that is just how it went! He would look at Bailey and mumble and then head to his room. I so miss the mornings with all 4 of us, 5 if ya count Bailey. I miss Stephen's wit at dinner time...oh how ironic he is going to WIT! hahahaha now that was wit witout intention~ lol....We text and talk every so often and when we chat for a lil bit I tell him just how much BAILEY misses him! I am gonna take B to his dorm room for a visit and he says "HELL NO!" I ask Ry have u talked with your bro at all? He says no...then he tells me something and I say you haven't talked to him how do you know this? He will say text and computer...SO literal this generation with the talking. I swear fone talkin these days really doesn't exist! It is all about the texting and IM'in on the comp!  I always seem to keep busy but these days I have been makin it a point to be way more busy to fill in the time. I must say ....less laundry, less food when shopping, less dishes, less keeping the outside light on for him to come home is getting tolerable. WOW I was on the phone with my friend Teresa when I was food shopping and said I can not believe just how much less food I am getting since he is at school. I still went to the areas of the things I get for only S and I had to not get them. That was a bit weird..even things that I would have if Ashley was over here. Nope not getting those thing either. I got a text from her yesterday out of the blue and we were cracking up about her teacher and the teachers husband who mind you was MY EX HS BF! Unlike when S was away working in NH in Moultonborough she did not whine about how she misses him and blah blah blah LMAO! It was a fun upbeat text fest and it made me miss her being here ALL THE TIME a lil bit. So as I go off to ~KEEP BUSY~ I think of how differnt the am would of been with S here. I must say I miss him and Ry leaving for school and Michael and I having start our day time alone time! ut hey in a few years I will be crying more tears that my youngest baby is off and we will have so much alone time we may not know what to do with all of it! Maybe take up a hobby of extreme exercise blast the fat body sculpting HHAHHAHAHAHA hhhhhh aaaaaaa...or just up and move to HAWAII! yay baby HAWAII! xoxoxo Have a great day and SUnshine Stephie says//////the rays of sun come from with in...let your sun shine bright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7603977458201899591?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7603977458201899591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7603977458201899591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7603977458201899591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7603977458201899591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/things-ya-misskeepin-busy.html' title='things ya miss.....keepin busy!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iIWO8f-Qpd4/TmivsfSp4AI/AAAAAAAABh4/U-z8tbHbzQk/s72-c/good_morning_bear-1811.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3975993805700277040</id><published>2011-09-04T21:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-04T21:32:43.721-04:00</updated><title type='text'>this and that!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4NKQgdoqwY/TmQmtuQtuNI/AAAAAAAABhw/kMmZ0GqjDAI/s1600/7380412-full-frame-of-garden-tomato-and-basil-on-wood-table.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4NKQgdoqwY/TmQmtuQtuNI/AAAAAAAABhw/kMmZ0GqjDAI/s320/7380412-full-frame-of-garden-tomato-and-basil-on-wood-table.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648682399583549650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A little of this and that was what I had when I got home from canning for a cause. A little salad a little cheese, some garden fresh tomatoes (DELISH I MIGHT ADD) sliced cukes....garden also....then I felt like after I needed to pick from not really eating today. I picked at some grapes, then at strawberries.granola..a few raisins, carrot sticks, a prune and dark chocolate....I felt like a grazer! at least it was good foods! Bailey was so excited when he got home to see his mama. :D love the pup reaction....Yesterday was more busy canning than today...every $ counts so it is worth all the time and effort b/c the $ helps fund much needed research towards drugs for finding a cure. &lt;br /&gt; Get to make some bears and smiles tomorrow at the bear barn :D &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3975993805700277040?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3975993805700277040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3975993805700277040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3975993805700277040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3975993805700277040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-and-that.html' title='this and that!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K4NKQgdoqwY/TmQmtuQtuNI/AAAAAAAABhw/kMmZ0GqjDAI/s72-c/7380412-full-frame-of-garden-tomato-and-basil-on-wood-table.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1768545045179010120</id><published>2011-09-03T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T22:00:05.584-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories of inspiration and Hope!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDdQdCeYMEk/TmLZM4dMSrI/AAAAAAAABho/Uw5YCP8Eir8/s1600/HOPE%2BAND%2B%2524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDdQdCeYMEk/TmLZM4dMSrI/AAAAAAAABho/Uw5YCP8Eir8/s320/HOPE%2BAND%2B%2524.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648315698012506802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collecting today for a cause went very well. The stories we got to hear were so nice and hopeful. Don't get me wrong we heard some sad ones to and said with heavy hearts THAT IS WHY WE WALK AND FIGHT FOR A CURE! The last time Michael and I canned together on a median at a traffic light in Salem near SSC now SSU! He in his pink construction hard hat and vest (courtesy of Josie and Gene)and I in my HOPE attire. We did not get to converse with the traffic that came and went in seconds but today Caitlin and I had the pleasure to chat it up with people who felt the need to share and thank us for what we do. We so o not do it by any means for the thanks we do it because WE NEED TO FIND A CURE FOR ALL CANCERS! Money and research has come a long long way but we need to go so far to the point of a wall and that wall that we hit is A CURE! Seeing that in my lifetime will be miraculous! A GOAL of sorts for many I know and love. We did very well for the day and will be back there tomorrow...:D Funny I never knew the NH liquor stores sold only wine and hard stuff, no beer...I bet if they sold the beer we would of had a TON of foot traffic not that it wasn't steady. So off to get some zzz's to replenish my energy to be Sunshine Stephie and flash the pearly whites with a great BIG smile...I swear a smile may just make ones day...:D Smile because you never know what someone may be going through and that one lil smile may just help make them a little less put off...AND you're never fully dressed without a smile...in the words of ANNIE! :D ya don't wanna go out there half nakie now do ya?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1768545045179010120?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1768545045179010120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1768545045179010120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1768545045179010120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1768545045179010120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/stories-of-inspiration-and-hope.html' title='Stories of inspiration and Hope!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SDdQdCeYMEk/TmLZM4dMSrI/AAAAAAAABho/Uw5YCP8Eir8/s72-c/HOPE%2BAND%2B%2524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6612915008163861786</id><published>2011-09-02T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T21:30:11.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mail that is not a bill or junk mail</title><content type='html'>such a special thing to come upon unexpected mail that is sweet and fun! But bills so have to come...I guess lol I got 2 unexpected mailing today YAY! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6612915008163861786?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6612915008163861786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6612915008163861786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6612915008163861786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6612915008163861786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/mail-that-is-not-bill-or-junk-mail.html' title='mail that is not a bill or junk mail'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1781547659972581374</id><published>2011-09-01T21:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:10:44.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sent to me by a cherished long time friend who so "gets it" like I do...she is 4 years into the college thing...</title><content type='html'>Thanks Michelle for all the years we have chated and been on the same page with our parenting out look! Luv ya girl! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editor’s note: Every year at the end of August, parents send their kids off to college. It’s exciting and liberating, but it’s a big change, too. Especially for parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this column was first published in August 2006, we received letters and e-mails that said, “This is how I feel.’’ Since then, every August we are asked to rerun it. So here it is, dedicated to all those parents whose kids are just days away from being college freshmen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t wrong about their leaving. My husband kept telling me I was. That it wasn’t the end of the world when first one child, then another, and then the last packed their bags and left for college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the end of something. “Can you pick me up, Mom?’’ “What’s for dinner?’’ “What do you think?’’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the sun and they were the planets. And there was life on those planets, whirling, nonstop plans and parties and friends coming and going, and ideas and dreams and the phone ringing and doors slamming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got to beam down on them. To watch. To glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then they were gone, one after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They’ll be back,’’ my husband said. And he was right. They came back. But he was wrong, too, because they came back for intervals, not for always, not planets anymore, making their predictable orbits, but unpredictable, like shooting stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always is what you miss. Always knowing where they are. At school. At play practice. At a ballgame. At a friend’s. Always looking at the clock midday and anticipating the door opening, the sigh, the smile, the laugh, the shrug. “How was school?’’ answered for years in too much detail. “And then he said … and then I said to him… .’’ Then hardly answered at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always knowing his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he had for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she wore to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How she feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Beth’s twin girls left for Roger Williams yesterday. They are her fourth and fifth children. She’s been down this road three times before. You’d think it would get easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t know what I’m going to do without them,’’ she has said every day for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have said nothing, because, really, what is there to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chapter ends. Another chapter begins. One door closes and another door opens. The best thing a parent can give their child is wings. I read all these things when my children left home and thought then what I think now: What do these words mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eighteen years isn’t a chapter in anyone’s life. It’s a whole book, and that book is ending and what comes next is connected to, but different from, everything that has gone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before was an infant, a toddler, a child, a teenager. Before was feeding and changing and teaching and comforting and guiding and disciplining, everything hands-on. Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the kids are young adults and on their own and the parents are on the periphery, and it’s not just a chapter change. It’s a sea change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for a door closing? Would that you could close a door and forget for even a minute your children and your love for them and your fear for them, too. And would that they occupied just a single room in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they’re in every room in your head and in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the wings analogy? It’s sweet. But children are not birds. Parents don’t let them go and build another nest and have all new offspring next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to your children and their childhood is much harder than all the pithy sayings make it seem. Because that’s what going to college is. It’s goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a death. And it’s not a tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s not nothing, either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To grow a child, a body changes. It needs more sleep. It rejects food it used to like. It expands and it adapts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let go of a child, a body changes, too. It sighs and it cries and it feels weightless and heavy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drive home alone without them is the worst. And the first few days. But then it gets better. The kids call, come home, bring their friends, and fill the house with their energy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life does go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Can you give me a ride to the mall?’’ “Mom, make him stop!’’ I don’t miss this part of parenting, playing chauffeur and referee. But I miss them, still, all these years later, the children they were, at the dinner table, beside me on the couch, talking on the phone, &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1781547659972581374?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1781547659972581374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1781547659972581374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1781547659972581374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1781547659972581374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/sent-to-me-by-cherished-long-time.html' title='Sent to me by a cherished long time friend who so &quot;gets it&quot; like I do...she is 4 years into the college thing...'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1790491298700593533</id><published>2011-09-01T07:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T07:25:27.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September Chill is in the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYgM_S3NOKY/Tl9rkIIEHAI/AAAAAAAABhg/o07H0RylWdM/s1600/september-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYgM_S3NOKY/Tl9rkIIEHAI/AAAAAAAABhg/o07H0RylWdM/s320/september-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647350726146661378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I wake up and turn the calender to September ALREADY!???? WOW those summah months flew! Not only did the days fly by but the weather got less and less warm. The song time after time for some reason is playing in my head....go figure. Hope you all have a great day. I am sure like yesterday it will warm up a bit from this 63* wake up temp. Enjoy the sunshine that is shinin'! All my good vibes sending out there....xo &lt;3 Sunshine Stephie! xoxoxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1790491298700593533?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1790491298700593533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1790491298700593533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1790491298700593533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1790491298700593533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/09/september-chill-is-in-air.html' title='September Chill is in the air'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NYgM_S3NOKY/Tl9rkIIEHAI/AAAAAAAABhg/o07H0RylWdM/s72-c/september-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-5240611393386277947</id><published>2011-08-29T20:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T21:05:27.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>as college drop off comes closer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKLJM4lO0GU/Tlw3URtPQHI/AAAAAAAABhY/_O-3nqua_80/s1600/sbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKLJM4lO0GU/Tlw3URtPQHI/AAAAAAAABhY/_O-3nqua_80/s320/sbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646448854305816690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5HS6Yzl-SD0/Tlwuf-46CWI/AAAAAAAABhQ/_EOMr19W2Hk/s1600/big%2Band%2Blil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5HS6Yzl-SD0/Tlwuf-46CWI/AAAAAAAABhQ/_EOMr19W2Hk/s320/big%2Band%2Blil.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646439159808264546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is coming with in the next 24-48 hours....the storm moved back the move in times and dates so we will be e-mailed soon of the exact time. As we shop and eat our last few meals together I can see the boys being so silly more and more...I can tell S will miss R just by the things they are doin together. I came across this pic of Stephen and Justin,,,,the oldest grandchild and the youngest. I so can recall S at his age I swear it was just last year...but nope 18 years FLEW by in a blink....I still feel 27 sometimes and have to keep tellin myself I am 40 and he is 18 and Ry is 16....I don't have lil ones still. but to a mama you always do. I cried a good cry this morn and I had not planned on it but I came across an essay S wrote for one if his entry essays for Wentworth app. I never really saw the app essays and it was in paper work I was goin through to see what we needed to keep and what we didn't///No I WAS NOT BEING NOSY! JUST OCD clean it out...lol and it was about....his mama and how he looks up to her in many ways and see how much she fights and cares for many causes. Needless to say what he wrote made me melt, made me happy, made me cry, made me have a trove of emotions that the past 18 years were to me the BEST JOB I COULD OF EVER HAD EVER! BEING A MAMA! I cherish the 3 years well 2 when you think of it till Ry turns to "adult" age. After walking into his room and seeing all his belongings being ready to ship off to a new place he will live and lay his head at night I had to just take a deep sigh, cry and know he IS my baby no matter what age he is and no matter where he will be living. So to the mamas who have many more years to have their babies with them night after night...cherish every single minute....it flies by and it will be 18 years later and you will say...WHERE DID THE TIME GO! Love and blessings to all your babies out there. xoxoxo &lt;3 Sunshine Stephie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-5240611393386277947?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/5240611393386277947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=5240611393386277947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5240611393386277947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/5240611393386277947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/08/as-college-drop-off-comes-closer.html' title='as college drop off comes closer'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FKLJM4lO0GU/Tlw3URtPQHI/AAAAAAAABhY/_O-3nqua_80/s72-c/sbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2476606593518923381</id><published>2011-08-11T16:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:46:50.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>weird</title><content type='html'>just weird....crazy kind of weird...A friend said sometimes it is the UNIVERSE trying to tell you something...WEIRD~! blank but not blank...weird. Me loss for words? I guess... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2476606593518923381?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2476606593518923381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2476606593518923381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2476606593518923381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2476606593518923381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/08/weird.html' title='weird'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3552983285927061029</id><published>2011-08-05T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T21:24:57.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What made your day today???????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA0CF0XYgdk/TjyX5GaCDgI/AAAAAAAABhI/V2HGwYburYs/s1600/small%2BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA0CF0XYgdk/TjyX5GaCDgI/AAAAAAAABhI/V2HGwYburYs/s320/small%2BA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637547840789155330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6PhyHl81YU/TjyX4562wTI/AAAAAAAABhA/9v7r8vPLGEA/s1600/big%2Ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g6PhyHl81YU/TjyX4562wTI/AAAAAAAABhA/9v7r8vPLGEA/s320/big%2Ba.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637547837437165874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was made when Austin double handed blew a kiss. He is so funny with the kisses. I &lt;3 this kid, he makes my day! When I first got him, still a very pleasant lil one, now he is just a ham who smiles and laughs and only cries when you have to wipe his nose or face! :P sorry buddy I say and wipe the dried baby yogurt away! 1st pic is when I got him lil and my has he grown....2nd pic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3552983285927061029?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3552983285927061029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3552983285927061029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3552983285927061029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3552983285927061029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/08/what-made-your-day-today.html' title='What made your day today???????'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MA0CF0XYgdk/TjyX5GaCDgI/AAAAAAAABhI/V2HGwYburYs/s72-c/small%2BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6393397784255772536</id><published>2011-08-05T20:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T20:35:47.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no right to even remotely B*TCH that I can't do cardio!</title><content type='html'>http://mybiggirlpants.blogspot.com/2011/08/huge-blow.html?spref=fb&lt;br /&gt;fellow Breast Cancer A** Kicker/Blogger! &lt;br /&gt;Bridget you make me realize just how Putting your BIG GIRL PANTS on makes such a difference! Prayers to you girl, love and thanks for making sure we END cancer once and for all! xoxoxoo Love u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6393397784255772536?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6393397784255772536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6393397784255772536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6393397784255772536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6393397784255772536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/08/i-have-no-right-to-even-remotely-btch.html' title='I have no right to even remotely B*TCH that I can&apos;t do cardio!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-900411407165909767</id><published>2011-08-01T17:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T17:23:09.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just thinin' out loud again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlXHCTzLgdQ/TjcZOF9a9PI/AAAAAAAABg4/bjoNBiqHEVI/s1600/gj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 284px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlXHCTzLgdQ/TjcZOF9a9PI/AAAAAAAABg4/bjoNBiqHEVI/s320/gj.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636001188586124530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMWBl0kn-HE/TjcZCt3nUlI/AAAAAAAABgw/InvkuhKcTss/s1600/table_blah2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BMWBl0kn-HE/TjcZCt3nUlI/AAAAAAAABgw/InvkuhKcTss/s320/table_blah2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636000993140757074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were told not to brush your teeth for 7 days would you be pissed? I know I would....well I am equally p-ed off that I can not do cardio for about that amount of time!!!!!!! UGH! For the past 3 1/2 years that just  like putting on deorderant, washing up, brushing teeth and hair has become a daily part of my life. I feel incomplete in the day if I don't. I also do it many times a day. This bites. Last night I did do some stretches to keep the muscles limber. I DID NOT over do it. I had to make Michael understand that I was OK! I am listening to the doc and I did so much extra iron intake today as well as Saturday and Sunday. I just want to EXERCISE! AHHHHHHHH&lt;br /&gt;On a different note...Nana T no changes, still holding on. It is sad, her Alz meds taken away so she can have pain meds to keep her comfortable and she consumes the bare minimum to sustain her. Like Michael's Nana Martha we went through this same thing. They say it could be soon and then the body per say hangs on. Speaking with the very knowledgeable, handsome Doctor John, oldest Raftery brother he made a good point in when we were discussing Nana T. We saw her and without the Alz meds she is totally not with it. Pains to see her like that. SIGH! &lt;br /&gt;As for the "baby" of the house....Bailey was so sweet on Saturday...he stayed by my side every minute of the day. He is always very sweet but that say I think just knew something is up. This womnen NEVER stays in that bed...What gives is the look he had with his lil head tilted to the side. I love having a pup,,,,who knew I would ever say that in life! LOL LOL I will never forget Nana T saying why didn't you get a cat, I like cats better when we took B to see her for the first time. That Nana T loved her Snowball! crazy ars cat! lol &lt;br /&gt;As for the continuing of hugh iron consuption....drinking my kale,beet leaf, half an apple, spanach juice...YUM! NOT! lol even I am chocking it down. It has to be really cold to taste half decent. When I take a sip I wiggle a bit and make a funny face...I don;t even do that with WG! so ya know it must be nasty! LOL Off to make some salad for the troop and my honey will be grill master with hopes the rain holds out! Happy Monday Eve all xoxoxoxo Just thinkin' out loud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-900411407165909767?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/900411407165909767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=900411407165909767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/900411407165909767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/900411407165909767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/08/just-thinin-out-loud-again.html' title='just thinin&apos; out loud again'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TlXHCTzLgdQ/TjcZOF9a9PI/AAAAAAAABg4/bjoNBiqHEVI/s72-c/gj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1225113011853043214</id><published>2011-07-31T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T11:42:00.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I in the "RED".....I sure hope sooooo!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw_Pi3q3AfU/TjV1JwOtSWI/AAAAAAAABgo/zm6Zc97hbrc/s1600/red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw_Pi3q3AfU/TjV1JwOtSWI/AAAAAAAABgo/zm6Zc97hbrc/s320/red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635539319149906274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will find out tomorrow eve if my red blood count went up. It sure better have. After getting an all day "needed" blood transfusion Friday at Bev. Hospital DEMANDED by the head doctor at my PCP practice after seeing that my count was under 3, so low she said she wanted to admit me to the hospital but there were no beds so I was lucky to be at the "day care" unit area. I listened to her and rested ALL day yesterday, I am not allowed to do 5 days of cardio! AHHHHHHH to that...Hey she never said light weight lifting now did she! Also the doc, lab and unit nurses could not even believe I was functioning and had the energy I had with numbers that low. I said "WHEATGRASS" lol lol ......Really the frantic call on Thursday from the doc made me look at the phone and ask do you have the correct person. I am not out of breath, she claims when I exercise I should be short of breath, or walk up stairs do I pant...AHHH NOOOOO I lost lots of LBs....Really doc I no longer pant. So she said I am demanding you to this, this is a stroke waiting to happen since the red blood count is so low and the o2 needs to flow ot the heart and brain. Well I listen to the docs and do what they say! I felt so lazy and ick yesterday due to the fact that I HAD to rest and stay in bed or more so not do anything. I still did some stuff not a lot of effort was needed but had the need to do something. I am off to do some things today, still gonna take it easy b/c I LISTEN&gt; Told to stay out of the sun....now that is funny ...considering it is so beautiful and sunny today as it was yesterday BUT I DID! Looking forward to knowing what the numbers went up to. Have consumed every possible iron rich food the past 2 days with hopes that also helps...I ALWAYS eat iron rich foods...non meat ones so I am like wth ...absorb already! Off to get some liquid iron that makes my skin crawl...but once again ..when the docs say to do it ...who does it??? YUP ME! I LISTEN! have a great day...hope your "reds" are deep, dark and full of sh*t...opps I mean IRON! LOL LOL xoxooxox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1225113011853043214?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1225113011853043214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1225113011853043214' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1225113011853043214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1225113011853043214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/am-i-in-redi-sure-hope-sooooo.html' title='Am I in the &quot;RED&quot;.....I sure hope sooooo!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zw_Pi3q3AfU/TjV1JwOtSWI/AAAAAAAABgo/zm6Zc97hbrc/s72-c/red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1607463425286012365</id><published>2011-07-25T20:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:42:09.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a 3 day world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IowyQfyH5Vw/Ti4Lzae5oHI/AAAAAAAABgY/BzghDBzDY9M/s1600/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IowyQfyH5Vw/Ti4Lzae5oHI/AAAAAAAABgY/BzghDBzDY9M/s320/world.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633453161797230706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world without breast cancer....or any cancer for that matter...That is why we do what we do! I so do not know where to begin. I have many stories but not much energy to put into my writing right now. I will be sure to post later about some funny and touching stories. I do have the need to thank my husband and son for taking part in my passion that I know think has transcended to a passion they now have. I always had their support but to be there beside me it really makes all the difference. Stephen said on the ride home...sign me up for next year and the next year I want to be a Men With Heart &lt;3 Walker...he makes me proud..he seems to think that he will wait for his brother to walk. Michael when we were packing up the Pink tents at 445am yesterday stopped me looked me in the eye and said I think these events make me a better person. That took me to a warm place, not that we were not already hot as all heck but the tears started and my insides felt all good to hear that. We will NEVER STOP! WE WILL NEVER STOP! we will be involved in any way shape or form to be apart of the END to cancer! Everyone Deserves a Lifetime! xoxoxoox&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1607463425286012365?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1607463425286012365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1607463425286012365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1607463425286012365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1607463425286012365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-day-world.html' title='a 3 day world'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IowyQfyH5Vw/Ti4Lzae5oHI/AAAAAAAABgY/BzghDBzDY9M/s72-c/world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4011977290125535789</id><published>2011-07-18T17:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:23:58.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on a positive note!</title><content type='html'>When something just pops in your head like a whisper from you don't know who! I started to get up and make dinner....I looked in the cabinet to get pepper where my herb teas also are...well then I see the regular tea bag. I swear Nana drank at least 4 cups of black peoke tea a day! A lil dap of milk in the mornings tea and the rest of the day black! She was predictable with her eating too. Ate the garlic and rapi in EVOO all the time.....maybe an egg with it but mostly plain with a piece of Italian bread. For dinner always the "greens"///I never knew how she could eat the "greens" so blah! She would flash them and then put more freaking garlic ....LOL at the time I HATED the taste and smell of that crap...now I think I am her..garlic is the killer of all jerms Stephie ..UGH! LOL LOL I guess you have to think it must be freaking good for you. Looking at the tea I realized NEVER was she sick. Disease free for years....until the dimensia set in like '95. She never got sick...Had a headache now and then...wore her vics in the winter to "not get dry nose Stephie" and really was never sick. I fight to find an end to all cancers and hate that people get sick ect and have to battle illness but really to be that age and not have to see a doctor or not have to deal with an illness says something.She lost much of her site to macular degeneration 1995, but never had an illness.  There are many people that battle everyday to stay well and get well....I WILL fight no matter what to make sure diseases are stomped on...but in the life of my Nana....WOW! really to not really have a problem and get sick until you are like 74 that says something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4011977290125535789?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4011977290125535789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4011977290125535789' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4011977290125535789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4011977290125535789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/on-positive-note.html' title='on a positive note!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7696651415834323039</id><published>2011-07-18T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T16:49:43.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~The love of a Nana~</title><content type='html'>Nana's have this special kind of love that may not even have enough words to describe it. If you know me well enough you know how I regard MY NANA T! ......she means the world to me! Raising me and giving me her values make me a lot of who I am today.Her decline the past years and more so the past months is so sad..Like I posted before Alzheimers SUCKS big time...sucks the life out of the person that it effects and sucks major life out of the family members too. Gettin word today that her decline is very very bad and that her days may be numbered due to her inability, due to her disease to consume enough food and drink I am heart broken. Do I in the real world know that death happens, ? yes...do I realize at 90 and ill you will not live on forever? YES! But that still doesn't help with the sting of what is yet to come. I feel in a fog now, a limbo of blahness.....I stay strong talking to the home and give a call to get info on making arrangement's for maybe a pending service. I get the reality of life and death. But hey ya can't fault a girl for being emotional....That is life. Love to you Nana Theresa...you will always be so beautiful to me, body and spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7696651415834323039?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7696651415834323039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7696651415834323039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7696651415834323039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7696651415834323039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/love-of-nana.html' title='~The love of a Nana~'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2156800104505716356</id><published>2011-07-14T08:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:22:30.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some basic 3 day rules to live by.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdzpqtsPOXk/Th7arLFU9zI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AqBuGdDLSn0/s1600/pink%2Btents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 54px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdzpqtsPOXk/Th7arLFU9zI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AqBuGdDLSn0/s320/pink%2Btents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629177019504064306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW2qu3AjqoY/Th7aq1n8pNI/AAAAAAAABgI/fqVmP0mP3mU/s1600/porta.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 296px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oW2qu3AjqoY/Th7aq1n8pNI/AAAAAAAABgI/fqVmP0mP3mU/s320/porta.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629177013743690962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpMKoFsGT1g/Th7aqnIrJjI/AAAAAAAABgA/fBIPo7xZV_k/s1600/port.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 178px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mpMKoFsGT1g/Th7aqnIrJjI/AAAAAAAABgA/fBIPo7xZV_k/s320/port.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629177009854424626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♫WHO ARE THE PEOPLE IN YOUR NEIGHBORHOOD?♫ or ♫Won't you be my neighbor♫ come to mind when thinking of the sea of pink tents that will be our weekend home for our 3 day campfest! To be respectful....rule one:when going into and out of a port a pot (yay) hold the gosh darn door....those things slam like you can't understand...the noise of doors banging any time of day let alone in the dark early morn hours is just not nice....HOLD THAT DOOR! Rule two:flip flops are great but when camp is dark and quiet after all the dancing and giggles lay to rest DO NOT walk to those port a pots with flip flops...they make that flip flop noise and you can hear them in the distance too. Just a lil heads up on the RULES OF BEING A GOOD 3 DAY TENT NEIGHBOR! Hey and we ALL know this SUNSHINE STEPHIE LOVES to follow rules...AND would never want to be "camoing" in a tent unless it is on the 3day in a PINK one! :D SEE YOU ALL SOON NEIGHBORS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2156800104505716356?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2156800104505716356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2156800104505716356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2156800104505716356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2156800104505716356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/some-basic-3-day-rules-to-live-by.html' title='Some basic 3 day rules to live by.......'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bdzpqtsPOXk/Th7arLFU9zI/AAAAAAAABgQ/AqBuGdDLSn0/s72-c/pink%2Btents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3240083061060986490</id><published>2011-07-12T07:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T07:18:30.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GO TEAM!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KobzPs15Ok/ThwtgP8rctI/AAAAAAAABf4/SuCMaZQ2OiI/s1600/pa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KobzPs15Ok/ThwtgP8rctI/AAAAAAAABf4/SuCMaZQ2OiI/s320/pa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628423666366378706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a Team?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definition | References&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teams differ from other type of groups in that members are focused on a joint goal or product, such as a presentation, completing in-class exercises, taking notes, discussing a topic, writing a report, or creating a new design or prototype.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the most commonly cited definitions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A team is a small number of people with complementary skills who are committed to a common purpose, performance goals, and approach for which they are mutually accountable." (Katzenbach and Smith, 1993)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similar definitions of a team include:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People working together in a committed way to achieve a common goal or mission. The work is interdependent and team members share responsibility and hold themselves accountable for attaining the results." (MIT Information Services and Technology)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A team is a group of people working together towards a common goal." (Team Technology, 1995-2006)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A group in which members work together intensively to achieve a common group goal." (Lewis-McClear &amp; Taylor 1998)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; " A  Team is   a  group called  the "PINK ANGELS"&lt;br /&gt;PINK ANGELS ARE A TEAM! WE WLK BECUASE THE JOURNEY DEMANDS IT! &lt;br /&gt;(thank you Nancy B for pointing this out)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3240083061060986490?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3240083061060986490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3240083061060986490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3240083061060986490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3240083061060986490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/go-team.html' title='GO TEAM!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6KobzPs15Ok/ThwtgP8rctI/AAAAAAAABf4/SuCMaZQ2OiI/s72-c/pa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3694921294833985462</id><published>2011-07-11T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:27:32.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY! get to go to work and be Bearific!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwAYGBffwc/ThrsMSuoZGI/AAAAAAAABfw/lNfzaH79k6E/s1600/logo_BUILD_A_BEAR.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 140px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwAYGBffwc/ThrsMSuoZGI/AAAAAAAABfw/lNfzaH79k6E/s320/logo_BUILD_A_BEAR.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628070380282864738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://money.cnn.com/magazines/fortune/bestcompanies/2010/full_list/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love working for BABW! Honored that we are on the Top 100 Companies to work for list 3 years in a row! That says something. Off to make a smile and hopefully make a life long friend for someone! GREAT BIG BEAR HUGS XOXOOXO &lt;3 Sunshine Stephie Bear, Master Bearbuilder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3694921294833985462?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3694921294833985462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3694921294833985462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3694921294833985462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3694921294833985462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/yay-get-to-go-to-work-and-be-bearific.html' title='YAY! get to go to work and be Bearific!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKwAYGBffwc/ThrsMSuoZGI/AAAAAAAABfw/lNfzaH79k6E/s72-c/logo_BUILD_A_BEAR.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2253723870609506606</id><published>2011-07-11T08:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T08:18:28.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to own one of these!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wrvlO9BLs/ThrqEBQHkoI/AAAAAAAABfo/zH-h1Pv0V-U/s1600/trammmmmopo"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 168px; height: 112px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wrvlO9BLs/ThrqEBQHkoI/AAAAAAAABfo/zH-h1Pv0V-U/s320/trammmmmopo" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5628068039129272962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://boston.skyzonesports.com/FITNESS/SkyRobics.aspx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could have bucket o cash to franchise one of these places. How cool would the Northshore be with one of these babies in our neck of the woods! Any investors/takers....bucket o cash welcome! hhahaha, until then  off to jump on my personal trampoline! Have a great day! get that heart pumpin at some point today!  Be Heathy! xoxxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2253723870609506606?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2253723870609506606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2253723870609506606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2253723870609506606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2253723870609506606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-want-to-own-one-of-these.html' title='I want to own one of these!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q_wrvlO9BLs/ThrqEBQHkoI/AAAAAAAABfo/zH-h1Pv0V-U/s72-c/trammmmmopo' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6196412078390703350</id><published>2011-07-05T21:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T21:43:11.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a pasta pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzesWSrEpN0/ThO4m9RFFXI/AAAAAAAABfg/JZ1euFYCox0/s1600/pasta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzesWSrEpN0/ThO4m9RFFXI/AAAAAAAABfg/JZ1euFYCox0/s320/pasta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626043338936620402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you're reading saying BIG WOOP! lol Ok here is why MY pasta pan means so much to me! First when I use it it brings me back to another place and time! No not EPCOT Italy lol lol but to the last day of the school year back when I was an Aide at FM School. The awesome class I was in helping Mrs. Lorden, (I swear a teacher who just knew her stuff blindfold and gave her all) that was the last class I was in. Those lil ones who I still think are lil ones are now heading to Masco for the 7th grade. We are talking Kindergartners here. My my the time has flown! On the last day the wonderful parents all pitched in and gave Mrs. L, Mrs. D and myself gift cards to Home Goods. I was in my glory! It was so very sweet of them since I was really more so a one on one but when a one on one you really make it look like you service the entire class. And you really do try to since me being who I am want to help any and all that I can without neglecting the one I have to focus on. Trust me I know how ot work a classroom with a lead teacher. :D So back to the pasta pan. Funny how that day at Home Goods I see a mom of one of the students and thank her immensely for the classes gift and thinking of me. As I am there I realize that this really expensive marked down pasta pan is exactly what I need. So I get it. So for the past 6 years it has got many uses. Each and every time I clean it it brings me back to a time and place. I think of the class all set up and the students at the tables. I recall the reading circle we would sit in, the cubbies I would fill with stamped and sticker ed papers and the :D's of the lil ones. I loved what I did everyday with them. I loved the one on one that I was responsible for. I saw a picture of her at the 6th grade graduation and was floored and teary eyed at how far she has come. I also have this cute handmade gift from her personally that I will cherish always. It is a fabric lunch bag that was made to look like a snowman that I got for Christmas. She is healthy and thriving now no longer sick with disease. That right there makes me smile BIG :D! So there are items in your life that take you back to that time and place that you can't help but have a smile when you recall the events. It is not the pan itself that I cherish it is the nice gesture and thinking of how loved I felt that they the class and parents said oh lets include Mrs. R in the class gift. I keep in my heart another particular gal from that class and I get to see her every now and again. A long time friends daughter who I have had the privileged to see grow up. She is a beautiful young gal who smile still reminds me of her K days. I remember the smile on her face when I she spoke of her uncle with such pride and I said I know your uncle. She was so happy to know I knew her family. We connected and still to this day I feel blessed to have had the year with her in that class. I had other students who mean a lot ot me during the time at FM but this class this last class, kind of like your lsat day of school almost like a graduation and moving on mean so much to me and stay close to my heart. Off to wash that pan again since I boiled many many dozens of egg in it this eve for the Lawrence Food Pantry. The house may not smell to great with all this egg salad but many mouths are gonna be fed and my mind went back to the lil chairs in Mrs. Lordens class again tonight. xoxoxo Love to Miss Victoria and Miss Hannah! &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6196412078390703350?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6196412078390703350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6196412078390703350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6196412078390703350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6196412078390703350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-have-pasta-pan.html' title='I have a pasta pan'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dzesWSrEpN0/ThO4m9RFFXI/AAAAAAAABfg/JZ1euFYCox0/s72-c/pasta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6671623692730120757</id><published>2011-07-01T22:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:39:32.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>an 18 year olds appetite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhQtmesCCrw/Tg6DR5GnWnI/AAAAAAAABfY/XUtw1V5LiNg/s1600/oats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhQtmesCCrw/Tg6DR5GnWnI/AAAAAAAABfY/XUtw1V5LiNg/s320/oats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624577328041908850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The son just got in and is requesting oatmeal! at 10:30 at night he is like I have been wanting oatmeal. So we have some instant packs BUT he dislikes the flavors so right now in an attempt to teach him not just make it for him as I type the slow cook oatmeal is on the stove. I have just enough brown sugar to add for taste and lots of cinnamon. I said you HAVE to stay near the stove to stir /c we ll know how slow oatmeal can get when not watched....as he stands there he now gets 2 slices of bread and adds a dab of pb. He just can't wait for the oats to be done! I say it is 10:30 you nuts? funny the bread is oatmeal fiber one bread...he is gonna get tons o fiber at the late night hour...All I know is he better drink some water to make sure ALL this fibah processes!!!!!!! oh the appetite of an 18 year old!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6671623692730120757?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6671623692730120757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6671623692730120757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6671623692730120757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6671623692730120757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/18-year-olds-appetite.html' title='an 18 year olds appetite!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XhQtmesCCrw/Tg6DR5GnWnI/AAAAAAAABfY/XUtw1V5LiNg/s72-c/oats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-9189433755189682517</id><published>2011-07-01T22:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T22:15:38.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not a pretty site!!! ICK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhZ_n-gdJME/Tg5-9059LmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vn1HhNdxpqY/s1600/gsk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhZ_n-gdJME/Tg5-9059LmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vn1HhNdxpqY/s320/gsk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624572585271176802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the front steps.....yup this ugly slimy creature. ICK ICK.....this thing NEEDS to go away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-9189433755189682517?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/9189433755189682517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=9189433755189682517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/9189433755189682517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/9189433755189682517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/07/not-pretty-site-ick.html' title='not a pretty site!!! ICK!!!!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhZ_n-gdJME/Tg5-9059LmI/AAAAAAAABfQ/vn1HhNdxpqY/s72-c/gsk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2866627911074364162</id><published>2011-06-29T18:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T18:45:30.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you want to make a difference then please help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ6UFDKLdvw/Tguq3mjMXxI/AAAAAAAABfI/fxnXQcTOBi4/s1600/ice%2Bpack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ6UFDKLdvw/Tguq3mjMXxI/AAAAAAAABfI/fxnXQcTOBi4/s320/ice%2Bpack.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623776431919882002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snQeafLDU4s/Tguq3BjMXPI/AAAAAAAABfA/cH9gMUg5PPA/s1600/ice%2Bpack%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-snQeafLDU4s/Tguq3BjMXPI/AAAAAAAABfA/cH9gMUg5PPA/s320/ice%2Bpack%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623776421987769586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsFrMeIUO_0/Tguq2oxfbaI/AAAAAAAABe4/zFB2zsGp8Vw/s1600/ice%2Bpack%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xsFrMeIUO_0/Tguq2oxfbaI/AAAAAAAABe4/zFB2zsGp8Vw/s320/ice%2Bpack%2B3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623776415336852898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All...hope to find you healthy and happy! &lt;br /&gt;As you all may already know!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!   &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm doing it again - I signed up for the 2011 Susan G. Komen 3-Day for the Cure! I had such an incredible experience doing the 3-Day for the Cure last year and the other years.... that I'm going back for more. I'm so excited about this event, even though this year like past years I really know what I've gotten myself into. I am also going to volunteer for another walk to Crew with my husband and son. For that 3 Day we will take extra special care of the walkers and make sure they are SAFE!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case you missed my account of last year's event, follow the link below to visit my personal webpage, where I tell my story. This event isn't easy, but I promise you, I wouldn't be doing it if I didn't believe 100% that it was worth every muscle ache, weary night and training walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need your help. I am planning on surpassing the $2500. that you - my friends and family - gave so generously last time around to help end breast cancer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just follow the link below to visit my personal fundraising Web page and make a donation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.the3day.org/site/TRC/2011/TampaBayEvent2011?pg=peditor&amp;fr_id=1630&amp;px=2999947&lt;br /&gt;If you do not want to donate by cc you can download a form http://www.the3day.org/site/TRGiftForm?fr_id=1630&amp;px=2999947 to mail a check also...or send the check to me 133 River St Middleton, Ma 01949 made out to Susan G Komen 3 Day Walk I am walker ID # 2999947 Event #1630 in the memo section.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;If you have any questions or want to hear more about what I'm doing, I love talking about the event. Thanks for all of your support. I'm incredibly lucky to have people like you in my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Pink Angel Hugs &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine Stephie!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Don't wait - donate today!&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CONTINUE TO FIGHT FOR A CURE, be it walking or crewing! "Because Everyone Deserves a Lifetime"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2866627911074364162?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2866627911074364162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2866627911074364162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2866627911074364162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2866627911074364162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-you-want-to-make-difference-then.html' title='If you want to make a difference then please help!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JQ6UFDKLdvw/Tguq3mjMXxI/AAAAAAAABfI/fxnXQcTOBi4/s72-c/ice%2Bpack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7478572786452988522</id><published>2011-06-28T22:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:03:12.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lots of movement with laughs too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A7itXq7byA/TgqV0l_YPyI/AAAAAAAABew/UZGVDovHrkg/s1600/b%2Band%2Bh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A7itXq7byA/TgqV0l_YPyI/AAAAAAAABew/UZGVDovHrkg/s320/b%2Band%2Bh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623471815509163810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to have some really great convo with Miss Ham! Love talking to that lady who like myself LOVES LIFE and LAUGHS more than anything. That's why there is such a connection. Her thinking is to be and stay in the company of positive people and you can feed off the good. Hams energy and spunk is amazing. My face muscles get a workout when we are together! :D gotta luv the Hamalama! xoxoxoxox As for the Big B man...lol Brianna/Cabana Boy! he pointed out this way tooooo funny book!...http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SwwtO5viUDE We had many laughs the other night! Btween Pat the Bunny and our laughs....what a time! "follow the leader leader leader"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7478572786452988522?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7478572786452988522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7478572786452988522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7478572786452988522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7478572786452988522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/lots-of-movement-with-laughs-too.html' title='lots of movement with laughs too'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--A7itXq7byA/TgqV0l_YPyI/AAAAAAAABew/UZGVDovHrkg/s72-c/b%2Band%2Bh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-6019829360353073453</id><published>2011-06-28T21:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T21:40:06.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>walk and dance</title><content type='html'>great Tuesday night walk with Angels! :D now to dance around the kitchen to all the new songs Michael downloaded to the Ipod! get him movin and grovin to to get the burn on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-6019829360353073453?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/6019829360353073453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=6019829360353073453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6019829360353073453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/6019829360353073453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/walk-and-dance.html' title='walk and dance'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-370862562949271263</id><published>2011-06-28T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:33:16.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>creating addicts everyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH5vl9oxdkk/TgorFe5_rHI/AAAAAAAABeo/2fhLJCaaeJ8/s1600/Isopropyl-Alcohol_slideshow_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH5vl9oxdkk/TgorFe5_rHI/AAAAAAAABeo/2fhLJCaaeJ8/s320/Isopropyl-Alcohol_slideshow_image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623354457921137778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only have I made a monster out of my co-worker Bridget, oh and JW too but a complete stranger at Sundays NSMC walk! Was using the bathrooms and was so impressed at how clean they were (I was the 1st one there to use them lol) and told the lady cleaning them they were immaculate, we got to talking and were sharing cleaning obsessions and told her about the 70% I A addiction I have LMAO! Well she was like I can't wait to get myself a spray bottle and use that too! :D yet another convert! hahahha......I swear I am ADDICTED! Bridget fed into my habit and got me very large bottles ...&lt;3 u B! and I got her a pretty spray bottle for hers! I really do clean all surfaces with a diluted mixture and find it is the BEST! I need cases of it! CASES I TELL YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-370862562949271263?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/370862562949271263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=370862562949271263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/370862562949271263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/370862562949271263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/creating-addicts-everyday.html' title='creating addicts everyday!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lH5vl9oxdkk/TgorFe5_rHI/AAAAAAAABeo/2fhLJCaaeJ8/s72-c/Isopropyl-Alcohol_slideshow_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7130962495818687576</id><published>2011-06-28T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T15:18:30.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~sticking to what I know~</title><content type='html'>I just tried to be a BARISTA in the kitchen...lol WELL it did not go well. Early this morn before work I brewed some chi herb tea stuff.....made it get chilly while at work then just now wanted to FROTHY it and make a kind of frozen drink! WELL didn't happen as well as I envisioned lol I will stick to building bears and taking care of children LOL LOL .....the counter had to be wiped down with 70% isopropyl alcohol mind you....Had to clean my hands after b/c they were a mess also and really all I got out of the concoction was some flavored chunks of ice. Oh well I guess I won't be the creator of herbal slush drinks after all! :D :/ IT IS WHAT IT IS! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7130962495818687576?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7130962495818687576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7130962495818687576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7130962495818687576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7130962495818687576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/sticking-to-what-i-know.html' title='~sticking to what I know~'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-1071487330446539124</id><published>2011-06-24T09:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:49:33.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks and counting!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6QRfY1Tug8/TgSVU0BTPFI/AAAAAAAABeg/5YDNmZy7bNk/s1600/traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6QRfY1Tug8/TgSVU0BTPFI/AAAAAAAABeg/5YDNmZy7bNk/s320/traffic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621782419659242578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less than four weeks till the Boston 3 Day SGK for the cure walk. So pumped! gonna wear my orange safety shirt, gotta be viable/kind of like the orange cones!  maybe Michael and Stephen can wear this outfit. that would be cute! So excited....to be able to see every walker...I will so miss walking this year in Boston but look very forward to TAMPA! luv the heat and loving to see a new city! SO please if you want to support an awesome cause go to ......http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/2011/TampaBayEvent2011?px=2999947&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1630 and DONATE! EVERY LIL BIT HELPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-1071487330446539124?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/1071487330446539124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=1071487330446539124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1071487330446539124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/1071487330446539124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/4-weeks-and-counting.html' title='4 weeks and counting!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D6QRfY1Tug8/TgSVU0BTPFI/AAAAAAAABeg/5YDNmZy7bNk/s72-c/traffic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-7104995797669760039</id><published>2011-06-23T22:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T22:37:03.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like his mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMLz769EKwE/TgP4SRnwNzI/AAAAAAAABeY/9iNGeka32oM/s1600/me%2B%2526s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMLz769EKwE/TgP4SRnwNzI/AAAAAAAABeY/9iNGeka32oM/s320/me%2B%2526s.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621609752739985202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of Stephen tonight, we did not know that at the scholarship dinner this eve he would have to go up and say a few things. So without anything written he did sooo very well. Out of the 3 students he went last and started by saying words of congrats to the 2 other recipients. What made us most proud after thank yous and telling of his future plans he made sure to mention how he supports the SGK 3 Day and how is honored to be apart of the FIGHT for a Cure! Oh that boy! Like his mama he has passion for the cause AND can talk to anyone! YAY STEPHEN YAY! lol lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-7104995797669760039?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/7104995797669760039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=7104995797669760039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7104995797669760039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/7104995797669760039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/like-his-mama.html' title='Like his mama'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AMLz769EKwE/TgP4SRnwNzI/AAAAAAAABeY/9iNGeka32oM/s72-c/me%2B%2526s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2124960036003631549</id><published>2011-06-23T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:56:24.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERYONE DESERVES A LIFETIME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etubdYTcPgc/TgM388lyg_I/AAAAAAAABeQ/kfQerYvDlUs/s1600/meeeee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etubdYTcPgc/TgM388lyg_I/AAAAAAAABeQ/kfQerYvDlUs/s320/meeeee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621398280084816882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvHd7fImpbY/TgM388VnToI/AAAAAAAABeI/i3-TMhqKQXo/s1600/3%2Bday%2Blogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KvHd7fImpbY/TgM388VnToI/AAAAAAAABeI/i3-TMhqKQXo/s320/3%2Bday%2Blogo.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621398280016973442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.the3day.org/site/TR/2011/TampaBayEvent2011?px=2999947&amp;pg=personal&amp;fr_id=1630&lt;br /&gt; The Pink Angels to Fight Breast Cancer don't JUST walk in Boston for the 3 Day! NO NO, you can't keep us in just one place....LOL LOL We got a HUGE Tampa FL team this year and other PA's in town across America! Please PLEASE!!!!! Really a GREAT BIG PLEASE! click on the link DONATE TO END THIS&gt;...IN our lifetime we NEED to find a cure! your daughters, friends, wives, husbands, sons, aunts...EVERYONE needs to know breast cancer will not take another life! I hold this near and dear and WILL not stop FIGHTING until I can not fight any more....I will ALWAYS be apart of FINDING THE CURE...Because "everyone deserves and lifetime"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2124960036003631549?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2124960036003631549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2124960036003631549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2124960036003631549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2124960036003631549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/everyone-deserves-lifetime.html' title='EVERYONE DESERVES A LIFETIME!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-etubdYTcPgc/TgM388lyg_I/AAAAAAAABeQ/kfQerYvDlUs/s72-c/meeeee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2879863625562850269</id><published>2011-06-21T08:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:00:34.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>who does the casting for these commercials????? NUTELLA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmATBuRuNjM/TgCUr3n0PjI/AAAAAAAABeA/CijYpK9Wb8c/s1600/nut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmATBuRuNjM/TgCUr3n0PjI/AAAAAAAABeA/CijYpK9Wb8c/s320/nut.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620655816344616498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say the Nutella commercial this morn while getting ready.....WHAT&gt;???WHo did the casting for that commercial? OK I will hear from people who will say don't stereotype: I am really just being a bit funny here with the notion that when I grew up ONLY the Italian kids even knew what Nutella was! The staple; Italian type peanut butter equivalent! SO why is the mom blond? the kids blue eyes and blond? WHAT! Where are the olive oil skin kids with dark hair and eyes...the mom with her Italian looking persona? I need the number of the casting director...REDO! there are plenty of families I could see cast on that commercial!  Then it would be a true replication of the product! Now now don't all get mad taht I am saying this I am really kidding but there is a lil bit of truth to it too!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2879863625562850269?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2879863625562850269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2879863625562850269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2879863625562850269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2879863625562850269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/who-does-casting-for-these-commercials.html' title='who does the casting for these commercials????? NUTELLA!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CmATBuRuNjM/TgCUr3n0PjI/AAAAAAAABeA/CijYpK9Wb8c/s72-c/nut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-2794396468477097472</id><published>2011-06-18T23:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T23:59:21.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my babies daddy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuRSxZxO_6o/Tf1uI9XtsAI/AAAAAAAABd4/fpubiiUOi14/s1600/daddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuRSxZxO_6o/Tf1uI9XtsAI/AAAAAAAABd4/fpubiiUOi14/s320/daddy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5619769010220281858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up not having a father..not the best thing ever...but having a very loving papa made it a lil bit easier, no I stand corrected a lot easier. Losing Papa Steve was a hard blow at a young age ta boot. I also had the pleasure to have an outstanding uncle who I love and cherish to this day. With that said regardless when you father is not apart of your upbringing there is a puzzle piece missing and it is not an easy thing to get over.Fathers Day being a reminder of that. When all your friends are saying how much they love and cherish their dad. You deal with it but in the back of your mind you always think of the what if's and other scenarios that might have occurred. Knowing that feeling of absents I NEVER EVER wanted my children to feel that. I wanted them to have what I didn't and I am pleased and honored to say they got that and more. Blessed with a man who not only has shown nothing but unconditional  love, respect, and pride towards me; he has shown and acted as the best dad around for our sons. He quote unquote would shovel shit if he had to to support us...he would take a bullet for us and would never ever leave or have us in any danger. He has always stated that he could never understand how a man could put a blind eye to his flesh and blood. He says how can men not support their kids? I as a mother do not understand it since the love for your children is so very special and deep, it is a selfless kind of action that is automatic, well atleast for most I would hope. I always joke with him and call him my daddy too. LOL I love most sayin "you're my babies daddy"....and we just laugh! :D As for his own dad, he had a role model of epic proportions. It's a no wonder why he is such a great dad. I since day one have felt like a "daughter" to my FIL....The dance that took place at our wedding was so special, I felt such a deep love and connection it really made me feel loved. I know where he gets his loving, caring and daddy like qualities and feel equally blessed to have had him get such an awesome upbringing. As for the DNA half of me that was and still not involved or apart of my life...Still to this day I can say I was jipped in a way ...no correction HE was jipped BIG TIME.....he made the choice to NOT be in MY life. He is the one missing out BIG! I could be the wallow in my sorrow type or I can put on my big girl pants and hold my head up high and not let that define me. AND I DO! Head held high! Knowing that HE MISSED OUT more that I ever did. Another Fathers Day approaches and I have no need to be sad because there are many more dads in my life that I can look to and say HAPPY FATHERS DAY to ....the most important being the one who has been there since minute one, who through the years has shown and gone above and beyond the tile of father...he is a true dad! Smart, Best Bud, Strong in spirt, Gentle, Caring Supportive,Wise,In Charge and most of all loving in an unconditional way......Thank You to my Best Friend and Love. I would not want to have gone through the past 20 years with anyone but you by my side. oxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-2794396468477097472?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/2794396468477097472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=2794396468477097472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2794396468477097472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/2794396468477097472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-babies-daddy.html' title='my babies daddy!!!!'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NuRSxZxO_6o/Tf1uI9XtsAI/AAAAAAAABd4/fpubiiUOi14/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-4392604367862447056</id><published>2011-06-13T17:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:28:33.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoted from Dr. Sears......."HEALTHY EATS MY FRIENDS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcWLKYX88o/TfaA_NuMpcI/AAAAAAAABdw/KuIbA7BQ3B8/s1600/DrSears.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcWLKYX88o/TfaA_NuMpcI/AAAAAAAABdw/KuIbA7BQ3B8/s320/DrSears.GIF" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617819408694814146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pesco-vegetarians eat fish, dairy products, and eggs along with plant foods. (We believe this is the healthiest diet for most people)."&lt;br /&gt;I guess I now have to be a label of Pesco-Vegetarian.....I eat tuna fish, white albacore with a lil evoo and vinegar. I try to have 75% Vegan but can not be a true vegan because I really really love cheese. I get much protein from cheese and eggs. I no longer drink cow milk unless last resort. I enjoy a good almond,soy or rice milk. Mostly the almond one. I do not push being a non meat eater in others meat eating faces, I just no longer like or want to consume meat. It has been since the end of April 08. As the years have passed I still cook the stuff for the family but do not at all like the smell. I do it b/c of my Italian Mama love..hahahha I am still told my meatballs are AWESOME! Funny how I tried to make FAKERS and they sooo knew....that was trashed. I do not like those food processed into "food" for example...meatless chicken nuggets or fake ribs...a soy product with bbq sauce to cover the meatlessness of the item. As for the Tofukey aat holiday time or soy franks for summer...so not touching that either...the more pure and untouched the food the better...it just seems like if you were to put in your car a bunch of sludge and gunk, like your car the body will function in tip top condition when feed and fueled with  healthy stuff...so off to cut up the greens and chop chop the veggies, add some beans and omegas and what a meal, I mean fueled source for me! Healthy Eats!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-4392604367862447056?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/4392604367862447056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=4392604367862447056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4392604367862447056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/4392604367862447056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/quoted-from-dr-searshealthy-eats-my.html' title='Quoted from Dr. Sears.......&quot;HEALTHY EATS MY FRIENDS&quot;'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GjcWLKYX88o/TfaA_NuMpcI/AAAAAAAABdw/KuIbA7BQ3B8/s72-c/DrSears.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-3384625926895933613</id><published>2011-06-13T16:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T17:01:08.169-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June should be warm? or no????</title><content type='html'>Today the outside temp read 56*...really? June 13th....I think that's just not SUNSHINE enough for me. It did however "warm" up at around 1:30 went for a walk at the Lake with Bailey and the temp said 67* .....THEN like 71* in the sun that peeked through about 10 mins and then not so much.....LOL On another note, my A button keeps on stickin' There are many words that need the vowel A and I have to go bck &amp; look or press really hard for the a to type. UGH an Aless board. hahahahha see without me pressin hard on the A tht would look like hhhhhhhhhh makes no scenes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-3384625926895933613?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/3384625926895933613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=3384625926895933613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3384625926895933613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/3384625926895933613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-should-be-warm-or-no.html' title='June should be warm? or no????'/><author><name>Stephie Says.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00327395497903589139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_79IX4CrbQMA/SqF5Kv9iveI/AAAAAAAABYI/evhiT4DxJrw/S220/mothers+day+2009+008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28617845.post-8297515476428387338</id><published>2011-06-09T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T20:18:20.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BOOM BOOM CRASH!!! AND A BIG BROTHER IS A COMIN SOON TOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kE6nAUjL_08/TfFgrDaY3JI/AAAAAAAABdo/cUI6P25MjAg/s1600/wr-lightening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kE6nAUjL_08/TfFgrDaY3JI/AAAAAAAABdo/cUI6P25MjAg/s320/wr-lightening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616376503074348178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0LyvNPjhlM/TfFgquQIxQI/AAAAAAAABdg/7-qnnde6w9Q/s1600/BBROTHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P0LyvNPjhlM/TfFgquQIxQI/AAAAAAAABdg/7-qnnde6w9Q/s320/BBROTHER.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616376497394205954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the drive home was a crazy one...the skies blackened and opened up like a rolling in of zoombies lol lol the rain fast and hard...the noise so not like a regular storm...crazy flashes and a very crazed driver...ME! So we did make it home with Ryan making sure I knew that we were GROUNDED...the wheels ground us...Ya but it is still freaky as ll freak show....As I get in I look at my e-mails after chatin with Michael that he was close by..yay...he also in the mess....the e-mail reminds me that on July 7th the new season of BOG BROTHER starts...YAHHHHOOOOO.......been watching them since day 1 just like Real World. I get people who say you watch reality shows? really! YUP I SURE DO.....beats scripted shows that are ACTED out...lol lol I so know I will catch some nay sayers and peeps who will say oh okkkkk like reality is not scripted but ya know what you watch your shows and I watch mine. I do not like TV shows...I like reality shows...I have 2 majors ones Biggest Loser being my #1 and Big Brother up there like #2.....So as July heads our way the DVR will be set to record the season....I may watch the day it is on or look at the show that is DVR'ed ,.....I am not a slave to BB but to BL I basically am because I workout the entire 2 hours BL is on....as for BB...I hope in the 13th season they bring out the WOW factor with TWISTS! ...I so think I could be a houseguest esply NOW that I can so do the crazy psychical stunts they have to do from time to time...and on the psychological end of it..eh I see myself taking it! :P Have a great storm free eve people and SUNSHINE HUGS from Stephie xoxoxoxoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28617845-8297515476428387338?l=stephiesays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/feeds/8297515476428387338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28617845&amp;postID=8297515476428387338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8297515476428387338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28617845/posts/default/8297515476428387338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stephiesays.blogspot.com/2011/06/boom-boom-crash-and-big-brother-is.html' title='BOOM BOOM CRASH!!! 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