<?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-26621390</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:10:14.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wise words of wisdom....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-3608028076832870407</id><published>2007-10-07T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T13:44:42.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RwlFOjNjeeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Gr_OJyltG9M/s1600-h/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RwlFOjNjeeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Gr_OJyltG9M/s400/IMG_0396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Peace out. This is my farewell. This will be my last post on this blog. People keep bugging me about merging my two blogs and so I will give into peer pressure and merge. If you ever care to follow our life story or see what is happening with the adoption of our son you can go to www.littlesilvestriboy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Peace .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/26621390-3608028076832870407?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/3608028076832870407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=3608028076832870407' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3608028076832870407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3608028076832870407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/10/peace-out.html' title=''/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RwlFOjNjeeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Gr_OJyltG9M/s72-c/IMG_0396.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-311155079302673323</id><published>2007-10-03T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:56:13.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 more things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;FINE. I will post again, but not because I am inspired or have anything interesting to write about! Unfortunatly for some of you who read my other blog, I have been tagged again (twice) so I must respond and think of 8 more interesting things about myself...this is not easy folks, I am not the most interesting person in the world and I have already done 8 so... Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;Actualy I just decided that this will be 8 animal related things, just to make it interesting. (or un-interesting)&lt;br /&gt;Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;1) My dream job (aside from being a mother) is to work at the Zoo. Seriously, I want to either work with the elephants or the seals. and I'm not talkin' about scooping poop, I'm talkin' like, I will train them and they will love me and we will do shows together and perhaps make a movie together.&lt;br /&gt;2) A bird pooped on my hand today. Not just on my hand. On my finger. Not just on my finger. On my ring finger. Not just on my ring finger. On my ring. And it smooshed into the prongs and  now I need to clean it with an old toothbrush or something. Gross.&lt;br /&gt;3) One time I saw a little tiny Malteese dog on the sidewalk with his jaw dislocated wide open and his muddy tongue was dragging on the sidewalk beside him. It was the saddest thing I'd ever seen so I bent down to scoop him up and care for him, but as I tried to pick him up his jaw amazingly re-located itself and he started barking and screeching and chasing me! I ran for my life and he kept on chasing- teeth barred and looking for lunch. It was the scariest thing ever...to this day I consider him to be the wisest of all animals- he was like the venus fly trap, waiting for inocent pray to come along and then...snap!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I am done with the animal theme. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4) I have never broken any bones or ever had any major injuries- not even stitches. I had never even had a bloody nose until a year or 2 ago- I called Eric and was frantic because I didn't know what to do- do you plug? do you shove T.P up there? Do you pinch and tilt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5) I was homeschooled from 3rd grade until I graduated from high school and I loved it. I will homeschool our kiddos too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;6) I have Matthew 5, 6 and 7 memorized. Look it up people- it's alot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;7) I have lots of freckles and I do not feel like they are cute freckles..they're just freckles. If they all merged into one, I would be more tan than all yall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;8) When I was a kid, I not only sold lemonade and kool-aide to make a little cash, I sold Dixie cups full of yogurt, pumpkin seeds, stuffed animals, bananas...really it was just whatever I could find around the house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;The end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I am considering shutting this blog down and merging it with our adoption blog...because I think all the same people read them both anyway...what do you think? Should I take the leap or stick it out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Also, let me know if you are reading this. I need to know who all is out there cause I know that some people don't comment. If you read this- just say hello, just once. Today. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-311155079302673323?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/311155079302673323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=311155079302673323' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/311155079302673323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/311155079302673323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/10/8-more-things.html' title='8 more things...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-3927823670822938145</id><published>2007-09-13T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:41:06.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters, sisters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RulPAx7vERI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mDQ2xDq6oZ0/s1600-h/those+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109702127051018514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RulPAx7vERI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mDQ2xDq6oZ0/s320/those%252Beyes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RulPBB7vESI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Q05ZN6tCGfs/s1600-h/tongues+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109702131345985826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RulPBB7vESI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Q05ZN6tCGfs/s320/tongues%252Bout.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; I have a blogger buddy who has just adopted this precious little girl, Tsebay, from Ethiopia. (As in the picture at the top of the page) Is she not the biggest cutie pie that you have ever seen?? Her new mamma, Maria (who is also using Gladney, our adoption agency) went a few months ago to pick her up in Ethiopia and while she was there Tsebay's birth mom came to meet her and begged her to also take her other daughter, Kozit, who is 2 years old. (In the picture above with Tsebay) Maria obviously couldn't just take Kozit home with her right then so as soon as she got back to the states she began the paperwork to adopt that precious girl. While Maria is happy to be home with Tsebay, there is a sadness lingering as she thinks of Kozit waiting at the orphanage to be reunited with her sister. As you can imagine it is very expensive to adopt one child...let alone two, so Maria and a few of her friends have come up with a plan to raise the money to keep these sisters together forever...they are attempting to raise $10,000 of the cost and get the other $10,000 from grants- but here is how you can help:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A minimum donation of $50.00 will get your name in a raffle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhKAd5VPT4/RtvUXXkCUiI/AAAAAAAAAE8/451U8x-bPTA/s1600-h/those+eyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here is what you can win:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-round trip tickets for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;to Maui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-a lei greeting at the airport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-10 day accommodations in a cottage on the North Shore of Maui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-10 day car rental&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-2 nights out at beautiful Maui restaurants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;****The cash out option will be: $3000****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AUhKAd5VPT4/RtvWFnkCUkI/AAAAAAAAAFM/FwOz7DeRDHQ/s1600-h/tongues+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Their goal is to get 275 tickets sold so please pass this along to anyone interested in winning a trip or even more importantly, helping to bring Kozit home to her little sister!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here is the email if you are interested in helping,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:katemcentee@comcast.net"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;katemcentee@comcast.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;. Just let her know how many tickets you would like to purchase and she will send them to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thanks guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-3927823670822938145?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/3927823670822938145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=3927823670822938145' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3927823670822938145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3927823670822938145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/09/sisters-sisters.html' title='Sisters, sisters...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RulPAx7vERI/AAAAAAAAAGw/mDQ2xDq6oZ0/s72-c/those%252Beyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-2513269376063981898</id><published>2007-09-05T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:06:13.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is bigger in OKC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rt9Pp70SjMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vEsLbz3FXPw/s1600-h/charles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106888084311674050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rt9Pp70SjMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vEsLbz3FXPw/s320/charles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://saltthesandbox.org/cicada_hunt/more_killers_hand_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://saltthesandbox.org/cicada_hunt/more_killers_hand_35.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A few weeks ago I decided to take Charles to the Oklahoma City Zoo. We went early in the morning while it was nice and cool and the place was nearly empty, just a few moms and babies wandering around. It was so nice and peacefull and quiet, we were having a great time! Then as we strolled along we came upon an exhibit that was just trees so we stopped to read the sign and see what was in there and if we could find it. As I began reading I realized there were Cicada Killer nests in those trees...(hmmm, whats a Cicada Killer?)...also known as Giant Red Wasps...(what the...??) Within a few seconds we are surrounded by hundreds of crazy giant red wasps, so I start freaking out- swatting and shaking and running as fast as Charles' stroller will allow! I'm sure I was a lovely sight- doing the running boogy dance. But what the crap?! What kind of Zoo thinks it would be a great idea to have a wasp exhibit and hives- out in the open for all the world to be stung?! Well, we didn't get stung, but I will forever wonder who fabulous idea that was...us Oklahomans, we are duh smardest ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://saltthesandbox.org/cicada_hunt/more_killers_hand_35.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-2513269376063981898?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/2513269376063981898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=2513269376063981898' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/2513269376063981898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/2513269376063981898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/09/everything-is-bigger-in-okc.html' title='Everything is bigger in OKC...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rt9Pp70SjMI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vEsLbz3FXPw/s72-c/charles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-1324023820757173755</id><published>2007-08-21T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T17:27:21.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me, the dork...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x8ake4F5uYY/RqDrnewJf6I/AAAAAAAACGI/L7sjAagA6aA/s1600-h/petit+fours+raspberries+on+top.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love to be a hostess! I love to have people over to our home and make it super duper clean and cook a good meal. I love having dinner parties...I just love having people over. Then, I read the blog of a friend of a friend and she just might take the cake on the queen of all hostess'...it makes me look like a big ole dork. Here is a clip from how she likes to treat her out of town guests...no joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i wash the linens for the extra comfy and soft guest bed in a little lemon verbena linen water,and put a big bouquet of flowers in a vase on the antique highboy dresser next to the bed.and a smaller bouquet in the bathroom next to the sink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i empty out two dresser drawers and fill half of the closet with empty hangers.i pull out the extra fluffy, white towels that are reserved for guests only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i have unopened toothbrushes, toothpaste, floss, listerine and even a little thing of q-tips in case you forget yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i bake chocolate chip cookies or a cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i order your favorite dvds or books i think you might like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i try to find out what your favorite foods or meals are and i grocery shop and plan accordingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i go over my tried and true list of tourist attractions and seattle must-sees that i think you would enjoy, including restaurants and cafes that are unique to seattle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;if i take you out to eat, it's almost always my treat, unless you physically restrain me from giving the waiter my credit card.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i almost always make &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://anniepall.blogspot.com/2006/11/waffles.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my waffles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; one morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;another morning i might make my apple puffed pancake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;this time i made a yummy pot pie on a night we just wanted to stay in and relax.&lt;br /&gt;when you leave for a walk or to grab something at the grocery store, i sneak into your room and bathroom and freshen your flowers and polish the mirror and countertop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ummmm....when should i come over??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This is for real folks!! She is not saying how she would like to be when company is over- this is what she really does! I may be wrong, but i am pretty sure that that is God's 2007 version of the Proverbs 31 woman! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-1324023820757173755?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/1324023820757173755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=1324023820757173755' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/1324023820757173755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/1324023820757173755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/08/me-dork.html' title='me, the dork...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-6202147067498308909</id><published>2007-08-17T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T16:31:19.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvvr0SjJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GVhU-6uSbAU/s1600-h/IMG_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvvr0SjJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GVhU-6uSbAU/s320/IMG_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the beautiful cake that Eric made me for my birthday...chocolate with barvarian cream filling...from scratch!  Read it and weap ladies. (p.s. don't you like Eric's latest hair-do, the hawk? I think it suits him and he looks hot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvwr0SjKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0HhLgRj8fFY/s1600-h/IMG_0104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvwr0SjKI/AAAAAAAAAGY/0HhLgRj8fFY/s320/IMG_0104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is the poor little cake after we had at it...mmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvxr0SjLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j5zFAhnAdBY/s1600-h/IMG_0138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvxr0SjLI/AAAAAAAAAGg/j5zFAhnAdBY/s320/IMG_0138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is "the group". They are our nearest and dearest friends that we do everything with. We celebrated 3 bday's that night, ate delicious food, drank delicious drinks and had a fabulous time. Love you guys! (actualy, my "delicious food" was a french dip sandwhich that was a little meaty tasting and my "delicious drink" was just Dr. Pepper...but still) Happy birthday to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/26621390-6202147067498308909?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/6202147067498308909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=6202147067498308909' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/6202147067498308909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/6202147067498308909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-beautiful-cake-that-eric-made.html' title=''/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RsYvvr0SjJI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/GVhU-6uSbAU/s72-c/IMG_0087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-4765971962393879538</id><published>2007-08-03T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T08:45:12.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jambalya...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you better watch this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.2cme.cc/real/index.asp?video=9694"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.2cme.cc/real/index.asp?video=9694&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-4765971962393879538?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/4765971962393879538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=4765971962393879538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/4765971962393879538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/4765971962393879538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/08/jambalya.html' title='jambalya...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-7250114639425691418</id><published>2007-07-30T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:36:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Violet Silvestri photoshoot, take1...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;          the camera loves you baby...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;give me happy...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D9ifESEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Hpe2Kh63i20/s1600-h/IMG_0036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D9ifESEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Hpe2Kh63i20/s320/IMG_0036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;thats a little too happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D9yfESFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Uaa7rE-UvEI/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D9yfESFI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Uaa7rE-UvEI/s320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;oh yeah, sexy baby, hold it...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D-CfESGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hfhcL0abhGw/s1600-h/IMG_0038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D-CfESGI/AAAAAAAAAFA/hfhcL0abhGw/s320/IMG_0038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                            &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;give me angry, youre an agry girl...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D-SfESHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fkOMG-4HwPs/s1600-h/IMG_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D-SfESHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/fkOMG-4HwPs/s320/IMG_0040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;                                                            and thats a wrap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/26621390-7250114639425691418?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/7250114639425691418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=7250114639425691418' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/7250114639425691418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/7250114639425691418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/07/violet-silvestri-photoshoot-take1.html' title='Violet Silvestri photoshoot, take1...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rq6D9ifESEI/AAAAAAAAAEw/Hpe2Kh63i20/s72-c/IMG_0036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-9133294803109027318</id><published>2007-07-28T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T12:46:22.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening 101...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RqudDifESDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/71VVMDfF2SI/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RqudDifESDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/71VVMDfF2SI/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;we grew this! a few months ago eric and i decided that it would be fun to plant a garden in the back yard. so we bought seeds and soil and eric built raised garden boxes and made a little fenced in area so Violet (the dog) wouldnt eat the fruits of our labor. it was really great at first, watching them sprout and grow...then we used miracle grow and it was fun to watch them grow at lightening speed and take over the whole fenced area. now it is not so much fun because the tomatoes are taller than me and are so heavy and thick that they have fallen over and are laying on top of the peppers-so who even knows what those poor little peppers look like! the cucumbers got ginormous and have sent out all these stringy runners into the tomatoes, jalopenos and  peppers and so they have made one big taneled mess! did i mention that we stopped watering the garden because it was so ugly and messy? but amidst the mess of an unwatered garden grew these beautifly large delicious cucumbers! we are so excited but need to find a whooole lot of recipes that include cucumbers. does anyone know why cucumbers are spiny? there are lots of little pokey stickers on them and i know the ones at the grocery store dont have them so i am kind of wondering if we picked them too early or what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/26621390-9133294803109027318?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/9133294803109027318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=9133294803109027318' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/9133294803109027318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/9133294803109027318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/07/gardening-101.html' title='Gardening 101...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RqudDifESDI/AAAAAAAAAEo/71VVMDfF2SI/s72-c/IMG_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-1260450250793454892</id><published>2007-07-12T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T17:19:45.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDewaJW8I/AAAAAAAAADY/jv1S6CnzPIQ/s1600-h/our+babies+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDewaJW8I/AAAAAAAAADY/jv1S6CnzPIQ/s320/our+babies+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Marci Carmen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Silvestri&lt;/span&gt; died on July 12, 2007. Marci is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;survived&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; her mother and father, Eric and Tara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Silvestri&lt;/span&gt; of Oklahoma City, OK and 12 estranged children in various unknown locations. Marci was known by many and loved by most. Although often mistaken for a mouse, she was indeed a Teddy bear Hamster with blackish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;redish&lt;/span&gt; eyes and blond wavy hair. Although Marci fought in no earthly wars she did fight in a battle for her life only to go home to her maker after 3 short years. Services in Marci's honor will be held at the home of Eric and Tara &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Silvestri&lt;/span&gt; in the backyard near the pond at 7:30 July 13, 2007. It will be a closed shoe box event as her family would like to remember her as she was in life. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lieu&lt;/span&gt; of flowers, donations can be made to Eric and Tara's bank account.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDfAaJW9I/AAAAAAAAADg/LIIH3XK-QU4/s1600-h/lots+o+stuff+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDfAaJW9I/AAAAAAAAADg/LIIH3XK-QU4/s320/lots+o+stuff+019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDfAaJW-I/AAAAAAAAADo/bOd77XtYuZY/s1600-h/marci+carmen,+scrapbook+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDfAaJW-I/AAAAAAAAADo/bOd77XtYuZY/s320/marci+carmen,+scrapbook+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDfQaJW_I/AAAAAAAAADw/VgUEID3bdKg/s1600-h/lots+o+stuff+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDfQaJW_I/AAAAAAAAADw/VgUEID3bdKg/s320/lots+o+stuff+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/26621390-1260450250793454892?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/1260450250793454892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=1260450250793454892' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/1260450250793454892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/1260450250793454892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/07/marci-carmen-silvestri-died-on-july-12.html' title='Rest In Peace...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpbDewaJW8I/AAAAAAAAADY/jv1S6CnzPIQ/s72-c/our+babies+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-4229965086406720131</id><published>2007-07-04T08:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T08:16:19.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear dear marci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;we have a hampster. her name is marci carmen. we got her a few years ago, when we couldnt have baby and we lived in an apartment and we couldnt have a dog...so we got a hampster! we loved her and played with her all the time and fed her applesauce with a spoon. (ya, you read me right) she even had babies one day! she must have been impregnated at the pet store because like, 3 days after we bought her we came home to a cage full of about 12 bubblegum looking baby hampsters! we had to raise them for a while until they were big enough to go live at the pet store...but it was fun have 13 hampsters for a few months! marci has always been lively and vivacious...always trying to eat her way out of her cage, sitting on top of her water bottle and diving off, hanging on the top of the cage...(this may sound like she was suicidal, but she wasnt, she had a great life) anyhoo, the other day we came in the room to find her wobbling around and falling over and running into things! we got scared for her and looked on line to see if there was any info on what could be wrong with her...our little girl had a stroke! and now it turns out that after her stroke she never regained her eyesight and she is blind! her eyes crust over sometimes and she can barely walk and it is the saddest thing ive ever seen! i dont know what to do with her...i want to put her out of her pain and misery, but i dont want to kill her. i love her! if you regularly pray for other hampsters, send one up for marci carmen tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5Dmw51VI/AAAAAAAAADA/_DkKQ5wz5pI/s1600-h/lots+o+stuff+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 161px; HEIGHT: 136px" height="120" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5Dmw51VI/AAAAAAAAADA/_DkKQ5wz5pI/s160/lots+o+stuff+015.jpg" width="236" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5EGw51WI/AAAAAAAAADI/8koAkkkkbzk/s1600-h/hampster+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 160px; HEIGHT: 129px" height="149" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5EGw51WI/AAAAAAAAADI/8koAkkkkbzk/s160/hampster+003.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5EWw51XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lN109MqX7Hw/s1600-h/marci+carmen,+scrapbook+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5EWw51XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/lN109MqX7Hw/s160/marci+carmen,+scrapbook+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&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/26621390-4229965086406720131?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/4229965086406720131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=4229965086406720131' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/4229965086406720131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/4229965086406720131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/07/we-have-hampster.html' title='dear dear marci...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/Rou5Dmw51VI/AAAAAAAAADA/_DkKQ5wz5pI/s72-c/lots+o+stuff+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-6566918868444866222</id><published>2007-06-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:55:36.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RniXJ-ymscI/AAAAAAAAACY/P-WH1ZZF4a8/s1600-h/100_0738.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;who want to see the cutest little thing ever??! this is Shiloh, jenn and filipes baby girl! she still lives in guatamala in an orphanage but should be coming home sometime around november...about the same time as her cousin Malak! this picture cracks me up everytime i see it...her hair is like 3 times the size of her precious little face!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RniXKOymsdI/AAAAAAAAACg/-DwqmyPCYUw/s1600-h/DSC04491%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RniXKOymsdI/AAAAAAAAACg/-DwqmyPCYUw/s400/DSC04491%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/26621390-6566918868444866222?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/6566918868444866222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=6566918868444866222' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/6566918868444866222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/6566918868444866222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/06/who-want-to-see-cutest-little-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RniXKOymsdI/AAAAAAAAACg/-DwqmyPCYUw/s72-c/DSC04491%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-3098002892147062071</id><published>2007-06-19T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T19:40:04.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things that make you go hmmm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;i think this puts things into perspective...the things we think of as inconvenient and troublesome are really so insignificant...i only wish i knew what exactly to do about it.&lt;/span&gt; watch...&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFZz6ICzpjI&amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fheartinafrica%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ehtml"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KFZz6ICzpjI&amp;amp;eurl=http%3A%2F%2Fheartinafrica%2Eblogspot%2Ecom%2Findex%2Ehtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-3098002892147062071?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/3098002892147062071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=3098002892147062071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3098002892147062071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3098002892147062071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/06/things-that-make-you-go-hmmm.html' title='things that make you go hmmm...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-3596829311609700763</id><published>2007-06-15T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:08:10.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;i realized that i need to show you all the clothes and things we have bought for Malak! (by the way that will be our sons name) yes, he will be a little rocker and the coolest kid around- my philosophy is that a few cute clothes can make any average child irresistable. (although this will be no averge kid!!)  I know that we may have gone a little overboard with the buying of clothes, but this an accumulation over the last few months and this is just a reflection of the love and excitement we have in our hearts! speaking of- we are getting very close to being completley done with our paperwork! that is a huge deal in this adoption process, i cant wait for the time when we are just waiting to hear word and see pictures of our babe!&lt;br /&gt;the little red and yellow shoes were mine when i was munchkin...aaaaw!&lt;br /&gt;the picture of my wrist is a bracelet that eric suprised me with- it obviously says, "malak" and he made it for me in this cute little boutique when we were on vacation last week...sweetie pie.&lt;br /&gt; i love that guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                               &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RnM3-eymsWI/AAAAAAAAABE/leYg36hSYv8/s1600-h/picasabackground.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="300" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RnM3-eymsWI/AAAAAAAAABE/leYg36hSYv8/s400/picasabackground.jpg" width="914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&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/26621390-3596829311609700763?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/3596829311609700763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=3596829311609700763' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3596829311609700763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/3596829311609700763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-realized-that-i-need-to-show-you-all.html' title=''/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RnM3-eymsWI/AAAAAAAAABE/leYg36hSYv8/s72-c/picasabackground.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-7604888747595271989</id><published>2007-06-14T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:05:57.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cutie patootie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i will post a real blog later, but who wants to see the most precious thing ever?! go here:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zBxt_w8_zQ&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zBxt_w8_zQ&amp;amp;eurl=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-7604888747595271989?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/7604888747595271989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=7604888747595271989' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/7604888747595271989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/7604888747595271989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/06/cutie-patootie.html' title='cutie patootie'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-2341485506012505666</id><published>2007-05-22T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:04:44.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i am a rockstar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fine. i will post. but for some reason i dont feel like it. am i in blogger depression?? i still read everyone elses posts and enjoy them, but the blogging spark that used to gleam in my eye has all but disapeared and i dont know if i can get it back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i will tell you of a recent trip we took to tucson, az. (i would rather talk about my adoption process but there is absolutley nothing going on with that, so it would make for a lousy post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this past thursday we left for arizona to go to erics cousins wedding. eric is mexican. (well, hes half mexi/half italian) his familia is mexican. those guys throw quite a wedding party! or shall i say fiesta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;for the rehearsal dinner they had rented out a mexican restaurant/outdoor bar hacienda type thingy. (i dont know what hacienda means, but it seemed like a hacienda) we all dressed fabulously...if i do say so. we were up to out eyeballs in guacamole, tamales, tortillas, and chilli rellanos, not to mention the open bar....oh the open bar...heres what i had: a margarita, a daquiri, a mojito, a shot of some wierd thing, a cherry amaretto sour and of course a dr. pepper...now, you may be thinking, "tara, you are a drunkard" but i must let it be known that i only kept drinking cause it wasnt doing its job! i wasnt trying to get drunk, but i little tipsy may have made the night more fun....nope. all that and i went home clean as a whistle. i suppose it was the lord, he can do such things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;anyhoo, that was a night of fun. the next day was the wedding. it was a fabulous affair and again we dressed fabulously. after the ceremony there was cocktail hour with an lobster tail, shrimp and of course an open bar. we visited, we ate, we drank. (i drank 7 up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then we moved inside for a 5 course meal. i had chateau breon (a delicously tender steak with a port wine sauce) and eric had a rack of lamb...he loved it but it made me gag. too gamey. ugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there were 4 different bands at the reception but the hit of them all was the mariachi band. they were fun and we danced the night away. did i mention there was another open bar?? the bar was so open that we all got these rediculously pricey cigars...if they want to give it to us for free, were going to take em, right?! (but i didnt smoke or drink all night)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;this fiesta lasted from 6:00 until 12:00....long night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;the next morning there was an after wedding brunch at a huge gorgeous resort. they served things like filet mingon, lobster, caviar, huge lavish deserts, and basicly everything you could ever want to eat. (i didnt not eat those wierd things for breakfast, i had belgian waffles with fresh berries and fruit and a mimosa) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;theeeen, there was an after the brunch party. we ate we drank we ate more. then we left and flew home to boring old oklahoma. who wants to come home to oklahoma when you can party like a rockstar for free in arizona??!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-2341485506012505666?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/2341485506012505666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=2341485506012505666' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/2341485506012505666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/2341485506012505666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-am-rockstar.html' title='i am a rockstar...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-8707864128997740922</id><published>2007-04-05T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T07:36:43.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stayin alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;this cutie pie is a friend of a friend of a friends son, who they adopted from ethiopia a last month- hes got the best moves ive ever seen from a 3 year old! dont be jealous that my sweet little baby will be just like him! i like to watch the other little guy in the background too...ok. i couldnt get the video thing to work so youll have to go to the link.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFznR8jgDGU&amp;eurl"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NFznR8jgDGU&amp;amp;eurl&lt;/a&gt;= &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(turn up your sound)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-8707864128997740922?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/8707864128997740922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=8707864128997740922' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/8707864128997740922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/8707864128997740922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/04/stayin-alive.html' title='stayin alive...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-6242731226129086628</id><published>2007-03-12T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:07:01.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>babies babies babies....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gadling.com/media/2006/03/ethiopia-flag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gadling.com/media/2006/03/ethiopia-flag.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tlcafrica.com/caine_baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="241" alt="" src="http://www.tlcafrica.com/caine_baby2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;now heres a little story all about how my life got flipped turned upsidedown....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;back in the day i wanted to do mission work in africa. that is the reason i went to AIM. but the africa field closed because it was too dangerous. so i went to portugal (or porty as i like to call it) and kinda forgot about africa for a while. then last year we had a team from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.invisiblechildren.com/home.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Invisible Children&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;come to our church and do their presentation and it tugged at my little heartstrings, so we bought way too many t shirts and dvds and bracelets to help support those children in africa. anyway, it rekindled something in me and so i talked to eric (or er as i like to call him) about my desire to maybe go to africa one day...he was super supportive and said ok, but it wasnt really his passion or anything. then a few weeks ago he told me that the holy spirit has been leading and telling him that we need to go to africa! we have been really trying to listen to the spirit and when we hear him speaking to us- listening and obeying. he has been revealing himself to us over and over again and it all leads us in the direction of africa so we were excited and scared and wondering what this is going to look like- how it would pan out and what exactly god had in store for us. will be missionaries there? will we just go for a short while and see if thats what He wants for us? then somehow we came to the conclusion that we need to adopt a baby from Ethiopia! we have prayed and prayed and talked and talked about it and we feel like the lord is asking us to rescue a child from poverty or death or worse. and it is just an extra bonus that we finaly get to have a baby of our own! God is so faithful and it is exciting to know that this baby is from him! we covet your prayers as we begin this long process! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-6242731226129086628?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/6242731226129086628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=6242731226129086628' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/6242731226129086628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/6242731226129086628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/03/black-baby-black-baby.html' title='babies babies babies....'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-116864501074422960</id><published>2007-01-12T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T15:36:50.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2788/640/393683/HPIM1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5559/2788/320/306938/HPIM1100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; merry christmas to all! it has only been one month since i last posted so i should probably catch you up on my life. i am still 26 years old and although i am often mistaken for a 17 year old, i am not. marme and kdub came to OKC for christmas...it was a relaxing joyous time filled with laughter and tears, except there were no tears. it really was so wonderful to have them here, i love being taken care of by my mommy, she is my precious. i also love when they pay for everything... i also love that they are completley happy just hanging out and watching movies and stuff, even though i felt like i needed to entertain them...i guess a little song and dance would have been nice.&lt;br /&gt;violet (my puppy) recently lost her virginity. she is fixed so no babies were concieved, but she was playing in the yard with her best friend (and cousin!) bruno and he took a piece of my baby girl that we can never retrieve...i dont look at her the same anymore...knowing that she is tainted, and by her cousin nonethless! sick.&lt;br /&gt;lets see, what else is going on in my world...&lt;br /&gt;i have the flu today and were having a big ice storm here...eric got sent home from work and so weve just been laying in bed, watching movies (the illusionist and lady in the water) and napping. its been so cozy and relaxing! i like when eric serves me sprite with a drop of fresh orange juice in it, i like to call it "the sick girls spritzer". does anyone remember when we had that big ice/snow storm in the winter of '04? we shared a big beautiful townhouse with jess and ryan and we all were trapped in the house for days and days...i think jess and i were feeling crafty and we each croche'd 4 or 5 scarves. i still have one of them and its not a pretty sight. we tried to sled down the giant hill outside the house but everywhere in the city was sold out of sleds...so we went to joes crabshack for lunch...but eric and i dont like seafood, so we got little salads...remember how the ice was so thick on our cars that we had to hit it with a hammer?&lt;br /&gt;i think that you all should know that i havent cooked a meal in like a month. except for when the parents were here we cooked a few times, other than that i think weve eaten out for dinner every night for a good solid month...odly enough i dont think ive put on any pounds...wierd. maybe its because were not eating at fast food, cause that would just be gross....im talking, on the border, panera bread, pie wie, moes, mazios pizza you know, the good stuff. mmm.&lt;br /&gt;i want to propose a dare.&lt;br /&gt;i dare all you people who read this blog but NEVER comment...to comment today. just today, so we know youre out there...ive heard rumors of secret readers and we want to take this time to acknowledge you. you dont have to say anything profound (i obviously, didnt put a ton of thought into this post) just note saying, "im here".&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-116864501074422960?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/116864501074422960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=116864501074422960' title='46 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116864501074422960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116864501074422960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2007/01/merry-christmas-to-all-it-has-only.html' title=''/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>46</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-116620039819669046</id><published>2006-12-15T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T08:34:42.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DELL-icious</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.2dehands.nl/f/normal/10427705-dell-latitude-d600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="355" alt="" src="http://img.2dehands.nl/f/normal/10427705-dell-latitude-d600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guys! great news! eric got a new job! he had an interview at Dell on wednesday morning and they called him on thursday morning to offer him the position! we are so excited...it is like were finaly grown-ups...no more stupid jobs...the best part about it is that god gave us so much more than what we were hoping for or needed...weve been broke for so long, i cant imagine not having to eat at taco bell and ordering according to how much change is in the seat cracks. (of the car, not our asses) maybe i will stuff spare change in there just for old times sake...(the car, not our asses)&lt;br /&gt;the other best part about this job is that there are great medical benefits- so in other words i can go to the doctor and figure out why we cant get preggers. we havent had medical insurance for a while now and so have just had to sit and wonder whats wrong and what gods doing. the insurance is effective the days he starts (january 8th) so i will be in that doctors office on that very day! halleliua! seriously, this is such an answer to prayers, it makes me cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-116620039819669046?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/116620039819669046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=116620039819669046' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116620039819669046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116620039819669046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/12/dell-icious.html' title='DELL-icious'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-116585251912602156</id><published>2006-12-11T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:43:05.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.spotlightingnews.com/gfx/1021_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.spotlightingnews.com/gfx/1021_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; i have never cared about jude law.  isnt really my type. hes a butt hole for cheating on his hot wife...so i dont have much respect for him....but i saw his new movie "the holiday" this weekend with a few friends....now, i not only like him, but i love him in a very sexual way. (ew thats gross, but i think you get the picture) i suggest all you girls out there see this movie and be prepared to want to make out with judas, i mean jude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;p.s. the movie is cute too. i give it 3 thumbs up, aside from cameron diaz' major over acting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-116585251912602156?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/116585251912602156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=116585251912602156' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116585251912602156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116585251912602156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/12/thank-you-jesus.html' title='thank you jesus...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-116550953807486684</id><published>2006-12-07T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:43:04.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food, folks and fun...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.glenewinestate.com.au/images/61104Lewis5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="286" alt="" src="http://www.glenewinestate.com.au/images/61104Lewis5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;wow, it has been almost a full month sice i posted last...wierd. i shant go into the details as to why i havent, but just know that i have been keeping up on everyone elses...just not commenting much...wierd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it has been a lifelong dream of mine to have dinner parties. im not talking about having a bunch of friends over for pizza or whatever, im talkin dinner party. so i had my first one! on saturday night i invited a few of my nearest and dearest overand we wined and dined. let me spell it out for you, play by play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;they arrived promptly at 7:30. the house was warm and bright with the lights of the christmas tree and garlands. there i stood in the kitchen finishing up the final preparations for a fabulous meal that was soon to be devoured. the ladies visited and chatted as we fininshed setting the table....softly laden with a cream tablecloth. in the center there was a large centerpiece made of christmas greens, candles and red orbs. (yes, orbs, otherwise known as balls, christmas balls) we gathered in the dinning room and sat to begin the feast. on our plates we beheld toasted 3 cheese ravioli with a roasted red pepper and tomatoe dipping sauce, tomatoe canapes which consist of a tiny tart like shell filled with tomatoes, onions and olives- topped with cheeses and bacon pieces. then there was a spinach salad with toasted almonds that had been sauted in brown sugar until they were crispy and candied along with mandarin slices and a vinigarette. for desert we had chocolate molten cake topped with freshly made whipped cream and rasberry sauce drizzeled on top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;it was a night of food folks and fun. (what commercial is that from??) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;now i want to have a dinner party every weekend. and i just might do it. what happened to the good old days of dressing up and being formal every once in a while? it was a fun little change and might i suggest you give it a try? yes, i might.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-116550953807486684?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/116550953807486684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=116550953807486684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116550953807486684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116550953807486684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/12/food-folks-and-fun.html' title='food, folks and fun...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-116343540872786694</id><published>2006-11-13T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T08:36:53.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dear sweet sarah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sokabekeiichi.com/shop/img/shop_photo/t_fly_mini.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.sokabekeiichi.com/shop/img/shop_photo/t_fly_mini.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ok. ok. i know it has been weeks since i posted last, but i have had (and am still having) some dificulties with the computer.&lt;br /&gt;i would like to tell you about a dream i had the night before last. if you think i mistyped something or something doesnt make sense- it is because it was a dream. doy.&lt;br /&gt;i finaly had a baby! she was a precious little girl, about the size of a small freckle or pin head...i believe her name was sarah. she was pink, because she was a girl, of course. i was so filled with joy to finaly have my precious baby (i dont remember eric being there, but im sure he was) but everyone at camp kept taking her away. they just wanted to love on her and show her off, but i never got to hold her and that was all i wanted. sarah would be missing for hours and i just needed to see her! chelan always took her away to hold and play with. finaly it i got her back and was holding her when all the sudden i tried to pick her up, off my jacket sleeve, and i plucked her pink little wings off! then, i couldnt find her! she was gone! i looked all over my arm and the ironing board but she was gone forever....i cried and cried and sobbed and wailed because my poor tiny baby was out there all alone, with no wings...i waited so long for her and now she was gone. then, i read sarah sherks diary. aparently, she wasnt too happy about it when she found out. i felt really bad and she was really mad.&lt;br /&gt;isnt this sad?! and maybe a little funny! i was so sad when i woke up- i told eric all about it and between laughs he tryed to be very sympathetic and sad with me. but i knew he didnt love her like i did.&lt;br /&gt;the creepy thing is that i told my marme about it and she had a dream a few weeks ago...i had a tiny baby, and marme was taking care of her for me. she kept her in a glasses case and used the lens cleaner cloth as a sleeping bad for her. for some reason, marme had to rush her to the hospital but kept driving in the wrong direction. finaly, as she was backing up, she backed right off a cliff into a giant mud pit! her and "tiny baby" were under the mud and she knew they were goners...when all of the sudden, someone pulled them out of the giant mud pit. the end.&lt;br /&gt;what does this mean? are these dreams of deep and spiritual meaning?&lt;br /&gt;actualy, eric and i came up with a few theories... we have a had alot of flies in our house latley...(perhaps why my baby was like a fly) and also, we liked the name "miles" for a baby girl (yes, a girl, we like boy names for girls) and then chelan names her new baby miles! (hence, the reason chelan "stole" my baby from me) :)&lt;br /&gt;give me your thoughts on the matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-116343540872786694?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/116343540872786694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=116343540872786694' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116343540872786694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116343540872786694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/11/dear-sweet-sarah.html' title='dear sweet sarah...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-116155234616558434</id><published>2006-10-22T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T19:16:28.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INTRODUCING THE NEW TARA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I HAVE RECENTLY DECIDED TO START WORKING OUT…I THINK IT IS DOING MY BODY GOOD. TAKE A LOOK AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK…I NEED THE HONEST TRUTH HERE PEOPLE.&lt;br /&gt;HERE I AM AT THE GYM… actualy this was taken a few years ago, in the 80's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/Tara.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/Tara.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HERE I AM WATER SKIING…in my swim cap.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/Tara2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" height="498" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/Tara2.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;HERE I AM DOING GYMNASTICS….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/Tara4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/Tara4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HERE I AM RUNNING IN A LITTLE RACE CALLED THE OLYMPICS...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;in my dangerously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;short shorts and with armpit hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/Tara3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/Tara3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR MAKING ME WHO I AM TODAY. YOU ARE THE REASON I HAVE THESE CHISELED ABS AND STUNNING FEATURES. (WHICH DOESN’T MEAN THAT I TOO CANT NOT DIE IN A FREAKISH GASOLINE FIGHT ACCIDENT) (ZOOLANDER, PEOPLE, ITS FROM ZOOLANDER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-116155234616558434?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/116155234616558434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=116155234616558434' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116155234616558434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/116155234616558434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/10/introducing-new-tara.html' title='INTRODUCING THE NEW TARA....'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115904843907488705</id><published>2006-09-23T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T15:16:12.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fall, wreath, soup...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/erics%20ship%2C%20fall%20wreath%200061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/400/erics%20ship%2C%20fall%20wreath%200061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;im so excited that its fall! oficialy, were in the fall season and it makes me happy and warms my soul. (you should know that instead of "warms", i accidently typed "worms") &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today i made this wreath...i think it makes me feel more festive if i decorate my house, or front door, with seasonal decor...you know, so the neighbors can know that its fall. i made a loaf of banana bread the other day and even though, i suppose bread isnt considered fall-y, it made the house smell delicous and sweet. these are the kinds of things that i want to do (and eat) all day long in this crisp, cool weather...starbucks caramel apple cider (also known as "cac" for arwen and other starbucks employees), toasted pumpkin seeds, carmel corn (moms recipe of course), i want to go for a walk everyday...eric doesnt usualy want to, but sometimes i can make him come with me and it is a joyous occasion, i also want to eat soups of all sorts and kinds...potato cheese soup, broccoli soup, chicken noodle soup and my fave- minestroni. in honor of my old friend, DWITGER and in the spirit of fall i will give you the very first recipe i ever made- minestroni. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Minestroni Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ingredients:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 carrotts                                   1/2 can kidney beans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1/2 and onion                            1 can stewed tomatoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 celery stalks                           3/4 can tomatoe sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;1/2 of a zuccinni                        1/2 pack italian sausage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2 red potatoes                           1 sprig rosemary- fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dice all vegis. put small amount of ovile oil into pan and soften, brown onions, then add carrots and then other vegis. pour into crockpot, add remaining ingredients and let simmer 2-5 hours. (depending on your heat setting) turn the temp up to high, for a quicker meal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;* i like to add a little red pepper flakes or tobasco, for a spicy version!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115904843907488705?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115904843907488705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115904843907488705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115904843907488705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115904843907488705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/09/fall-wreath-soup.html' title='fall, wreath, soup...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115853417493625439</id><published>2006-09-17T16:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T19:38:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kind of like a potato...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.guywiththecoat.com/digicam/poe_tader/freedom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.guywiththecoat.com/digicam/poe_tader/freedom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;This is what came up when i googled jones woods. it does remind me of him a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115853417493625439?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115853417493625439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115853417493625439' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115853417493625439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115853417493625439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/09/kind-of-like-potato.html' title='kind of like a potato...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115766191938029601</id><published>2006-09-07T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T13:56:09.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a day in the life of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/jewel_australia/Celebrities/MJacksonBaby3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/jewel_australia/Celebrities/MJacksonBaby3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                           &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Here is me with little charles, it was a hard day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;who wants to hear about my new job?! i started this week and it has gone great thus far. here is how my day goes...i arrive at their house at 7:00am (sick, i know), charles has just woken up and so i feed him and change his diaper and then put him back to sleep at about 7:30, at about 8:00 i take a little nap until 9:00 and then wake up and eat breakfast while watching Ellen and the view. then i read my biblia and have quiet time. charles wakes up at about 11:00 and i feed, dress, change diaper, lotion his fat little body and comb his fro. we then go for a walk while it is still cool outside and he falls asleep in the stroller..we get home, he goes to bed and sleeps until i leave at about 4:00. could there be a better job?! it is quite fabulous, although i must confess, i cant wait for him to be awake just a little more so that we can actualy play!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115766191938029601?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115766191938029601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115766191938029601' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115766191938029601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115766191938029601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/09/day-in-life-of-me.html' title='a day in the life of me...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115690160513454187</id><published>2006-08-29T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:19:40.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>these shoes WERNT made for walkin'....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/taras%20bday%200392.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="160" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/200/taras%20bday%200392.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/taras%20bday%200341.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="115" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/200/taras%20bday%200341.0.jpg" width="105" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/taras%20bday%200311.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" height="91" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/200/taras%20bday%200311.3.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/taras%20bday%200391.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/taras%20bday%200351.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="120" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/200/taras%20bday%200351.0.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/taras%20bday%200411.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="111" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/200/taras%20bday%200411.4.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;These are the shoes i bought for my birthday (august 14th, thanks for all the cards). i may have gone a little overboard, but we rarely have the extra cash to buy such things so it was well justified. (side note- the magenta pair is actualy from sarah sherks wedding, but theyre so cute i had to show them off.) sorry for the ackward angles, you try taking a good picture of your own foot! i have decided that a great pair of shoes can make any outfit fabulous, so ladies, put on your stillettos and work what you mamma gave ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115690160513454187?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115690160513454187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115690160513454187' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115690160513454187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115690160513454187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/08/these-shoes-wernt-made-for-walkin.html' title='these shoes WERNT made for walkin&apos;....'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115644319044504326</id><published>2006-08-24T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T14:54:25.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thus sayeth the lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"why lord? why dont i ever blog?"&lt;br /&gt;"because, my child, you are too busy doing my work, the work of the my kingdom"&lt;br /&gt;"but lordy, my blogmunity needs ricipes and they need to know how i am living my life!"&lt;br /&gt;"yes, dear one, but for now, i want you to go to that coctail party tomorrow night and you needed to throw that amazing wedding shower last night, and plus you had a freaking huge garage sale last weekend, so dont beat yourself up."&lt;br /&gt;"youre right lord, im super-d-duper busy, my friends, if theyre friends at all, will comletley understand...and lordy, maybe you could bless these dear bloggers with a betty crocker cook book so they can make their own dinners."&lt;br /&gt;"all in due time, all in due time"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115644319044504326?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115644319044504326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115644319044504326' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115644319044504326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115644319044504326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/08/thus-sayeth-lord.html' title='thus sayeth the lord...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115532060232317195</id><published>2006-08-11T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T11:29:06.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thats a wrapper...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fsafood.com/NR/rdonlyres/D42E3EB8-9B5D-4CE1-8F25-8FF619DE5DCE/0/steak_ceasar_wrap_100.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fsafood.com/NR/rdonlyres/D42E3EB8-9B5D-4CE1-8F25-8FF619DE5DCE/0/steak_ceasar_wrap_100.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;dwitger, dwiger, what to make for dwitger... eric and i make a few different kinds of wraps. we love wraps, we feel just a smidge healthier when we eat them. today i will pass on legacy of chicken ceasar wraps. a deliciously crisp choice for those hot summer days. and it only takes about 10 minutes to make!&lt;br /&gt;"Chicken Ceasar Wraps"&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;garlic herb or spinach wraps (which are sold at your local superwalmart in the bread section)&lt;br /&gt;a chicken boob or 2&lt;br /&gt;ceasar dressing&lt;br /&gt;lemon juice&lt;br /&gt;romain lettuce&lt;br /&gt;1 tomatoe&lt;br /&gt;garlic salt&lt;br /&gt;parmasan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grill your boobs (your chickens boobs) in a saucepan. season it with a little salt, pepper, garlic salt a little lemon juice and ceasaer dressing. cook it long and slowly so that it soaks up some of that ceasar flavoring. once it has cooled a little, chop that chicken up into bit size pieces. tear up your lettuce and toss it in a good amount of the ceasar dressing. lay the lettuce in the wrap and top it with the chicken and your chopped tomatoes. sprinke with parmesan cheese and wrap it up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115532060232317195?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115532060232317195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115532060232317195' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115532060232317195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115532060232317195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/08/thats-wrapper.html' title='thats a wrapper...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115525549920604866</id><published>2006-08-10T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T17:24:12.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tazmania 1993...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gallien.org/serendipity/uploads/krank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.gallien.org/serendipity/uploads/krank.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this will be a short blog, right to the heart of the matter.&lt;br /&gt;i was chatting with a few friends the other night and somehow, we ended up reminising about days gone by...more acuratly, outfits gone by. i took the cake with this winner of an outfit that was unfortunatly worn in about 7th grade...to church.&lt;br /&gt;i borrowed my dads white button up dress shirt (obviously, about 12 sizes too big). it seemed like a good idea to tuck that into my short black mini skirt. i then proceeded to put on my new, totaly rad tazmanian devil tie. to tie the whole outfit together i wore (whore?) my fake doc marten black boots with my tazmanian devil socks that i pulled up to my knees. why lord? why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115525549920604866?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115525549920604866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115525549920604866' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115525549920604866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115525549920604866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/08/tazmania-1993.html' title='Tazmania 1993...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115470051254426695</id><published>2006-08-04T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T07:20:43.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pei wei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ok. its friday, i had a crazy busy day yesterday, after the husband and i had a lovely relaxed dinner at pei wei...mmm. it was good...so i was thinking of giving you an asain inspired meal for this lovely dwitger....even though it is friday, and not thursday. i think i will make up a rule that if i forget or dont have time for thursday dwitger, i have the right to do a "make up " session on friday and get no grief for it. and if i do get any lip from you people, there will be NO SOUP FOR YOU!&lt;br /&gt;so here it is...not so much asain inspired... unless your an asain living deep in the heart of mexico. i like to call it..."salsa". no, let me use my creative juices and dig deeper....i will call it, "la salsa", no, "salsa al la E and T". yes! that is what i shall call it! so here it is,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"salsa al la E and T"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;4 roma tomatoes (depending on the size, you may want more)&lt;br /&gt;half an onion&lt;br /&gt;about a quarter of a green pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 clove of garlic&lt;br /&gt;1/4 of a japepeno (you can add more or less, dpending on how hot you want)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can of "Rotelle" (this is a key ingredient, that adds alot of flavor)&lt;br /&gt;a little lime juice&lt;br /&gt;salt and pepper to taste.&lt;br /&gt;just add all of these ingredients together, and either put in a food processor, blender ect. my suggestion is that you eat this salsa with "Tia Rosa" tortilla chips, you can get these at walmart and they are so thin and delicious, just like at a restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;now, this may seem like a boring recipe, so simple, you may say, so childish, but i challenge you to think outside the box- we have come up with lots of recipes that we use this salsa in! i will give you one today, so that you can transform this simple side dish into a main dish!&lt;br /&gt;i shall call it...grilled chicken with cheese melted on it, topped with fresh salsa...no, southwest chicks n' salsa, no...chix n' mix. yes! thats it! "chix n' mix", and no, its not the same as chex mix, very different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"chix n' mix"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingreients:&lt;br /&gt;your fresh homemade slasa&lt;br /&gt;chicken boobs, or breasts, whatever youre more comfortable with.&lt;br /&gt;a few slices of cheese (we like cheddar or pepper jack)&lt;br /&gt;now, grill your chicken with any mexican type seasoning you like, then lay a slice of cheese on it until it melts (you may need to pop it in the microwave) and then top with a big dollup of fresh salsa. thats it. it is so simple and yet so delicioso!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115470051254426695?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115470051254426695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115470051254426695' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115470051254426695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115470051254426695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/08/pei-wei.html' title='pei wei...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115421045673445372</id><published>2006-07-29T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T13:03:39.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pump up the jam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;i want to write about how i have been blessed this past year or so...we are at a new church, called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bridgewaychurch.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bridgeway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;. it is not church of christ, there is a loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bridgewaychurch.com/ministries/adult_album.php?mode=big&amp;pid=298&amp;amp;gid=10"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; band and people worship how they want- its crazy(well, for us c of c'ers), and we love it. i have never experienced jesus and his grace like i have since weve been there. i can feel his presence as soon as we begin to worship and i literaly, get goosebumps every sunday. they ask people to come forward toward the end of services and people pray over you and it is a time of healing and intimacy. how come ive never experienced this before? ive always known jesus and have had a close relationship with him, but now its on a whole different level. i am often brought to tears during the worship time and it isnt tears brought out by the emotional experience, it is tears that i cant stop, brought out by being in the close, devine presence of jesus. tears that are brought out because i am speaking words of adoration to him- right to him, and i can feel him right there, soaking it up.&lt;br /&gt;the wierd part is that ive never liked having loud instruments durring worship, i want to be able to hear myself, hear everyone else. but i have found that now i love the strings or horns or whatever else, i actualy like that is a bit louder than i used to prefer. as a girl who was always in choir, always enjoyed music, i have always been caught up in the melody, am i hitting the right notes, are my harmonies sounding ok? now, i can focus on the actual words im speaking and i could care less what i sound like, im just blending in to what is an amazing heavenly sound!&lt;br /&gt;ive also found that i like to worship with my eyes closed, all the time. when my eyes are open, im watching the worship leaders, watching the little girls dancing in the isle, seeing which friends are here ect, but as soon as i close my eyes i am brought to a place where it is just me and god and there are no distractions.&lt;br /&gt;now that i have experienced things like this and know how good it can be, how i long to go to church, how refreshing it is to leave the building and feel completley filled up, i want everyone to be able to find their "Bridgeway". i hope that all of you out there in bloglandia are going to a church that gives you goosebumps every sunday, and if youre not- find it! dont settle for any less than goosebumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115421045673445372?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115421045673445372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115421045673445372' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115421045673445372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115421045673445372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/pump-up-jam.html' title='pump up the jam...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115405399543048059</id><published>2006-07-27T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T20:22:41.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pie hole...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fieldmuseum.org/chocolate/home_pageimages/image.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 416px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 330px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="357" alt="" src="http://www.fieldmuseum.org/chocolate/home_pageimages/image.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ok. its dwitger, yeah yeah yeah, blah blah blah. im sending another recipe out there...but i must say, i am bored with my own posts. i only have so much time to write these little messages and i have to keep up with dwitger and i also try to write on saturday since its my day off, but crap, when i can only write once or twice a week...recipes get old! should i switch dwitger to every other thursday? i mean, believe me, ive still got tons of good food up my sleeve, but should i spread it out a little??&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is erics birthday mud pie: i think i will call it...erics butt pie, no...chocolatey delicious. no, erics chocolatey deilious butt pie. yep, thats it.&lt;br /&gt;"erics chocolatey delicious butt pie"&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;oreo pie crust&lt;br /&gt;jar of caramel ice cream topping&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp vanilla extract&lt;br /&gt;2 pints of you favorit ice cream (i use coffee or some sort of chocolate or both)&lt;br /&gt;1 cup chocolate chips&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup toffee chips (optional)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in a small saucepan, heat 1/2 c. caramel and the vanilla to a boil and then let simmer for about 6 minutes. (dont simmer too long, i did once and it turned into a hard cany shell that could not be broken, literaly) its better to undercook the caramel. pour mixture into oreo crust and put in freezer for about 15 minutes. scoop 1 pint of ice cream into pie shell and sprinkle half of both chips on top. repeat with next pint of ice cream and chips, then drizzle with remaining caramel from the jar. freeze for about 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope you enjoy erics butt, have a slice and take a big ol' bite! its a little piece of heaven, one of my faves. i shared erics butt with some friends the other day and they ate it right up- loved it. so i hope you and your family enjoy the smoothe flavors of erics butt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115405399543048059?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115405399543048059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115405399543048059' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115405399543048059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115405399543048059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/pie-hole.html' title='pie hole...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115360784956805807</id><published>2006-07-22T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T18:14:48.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>yo ho yo ho a hot mans wife, thats me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;why is violet so pissed? i dont even know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/erics%20bday%202006%200081.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/erics%20bday%202006%200081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="261" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/erics%20bday%202006%200081.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;tuesday was erics birthday! he is now 25 years old, yes guys, i know, im old enough to be his mommy- im 26. (well, i will be in a few weeks) anyway, his family has a tradition that everyone decorates the birthday persons bedroom before they wake up on the big day, so of course he and i  have carried on the tradition and he woke up to surrounded by yellow crepe paper dangling from the cieling fan and draped all over the bed. side note: eric and i recently decided that we wanted new hobbies. things that we could do instead of watching tv...i took up oil painting, in the footsteps of my daddy and he took up making wooden model ships. although, his little ships were mucho expensivo so he hadnt really done anything yet. (end of side note)&lt;br /&gt;so, when eric woke up he was surrounded by presents of all shapes and sizes- one size amazingly representing a ship. sadly, i could not afford the boat, but luckily his mom and dad could. but i did make him my own ship- out of popcicle sticks, something i am quite handy with! this masterpiece was made only out of little popcicle sticks and the sails were fashioned from $20 bills. (so he could buy all the tools he needed to make his ship.) we both had to work on this day of erics birth, so that was kind of sad, but life. after work we went out for dinner with his fam and saw a movie. this too is a silvestri tradition, to go to dinner and a movie on anyones birthday, fathers day, mothers day, thanksgiving, christmas eve, st. patricks day, martin luther king day...any holiday really. it was a joyous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;instead of cake i made eric an ice cream mudpie. with oreo and caramel crust filled with ice cream and chocolate and toffee chips...mmm...i will share the recipe next dwitger.&lt;br /&gt;so, that was erics birthday experience, it was low key, but devine. i love that guy...he is my precious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115360784956805807?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115360784956805807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115360784956805807' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115360784956805807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115360784956805807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-ho-yo-ho-hot-mans-wife-thats-me.html' title='yo ho yo ho a hot mans wife, thats me...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115345172392353015</id><published>2006-07-20T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T20:19:00.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chickeny delicious...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/economy/pictures/chicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.historyforkids.org/learn/economy/pictures/chicken.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh dear. its thursday already and it is time for dwitger. i am fully prepared my friends, but considering i havent posted since last dwitger, this could get old, fast. this week has been crazy, so thats my excuse although i have high hopes of posting more regularly. (as most of us do)&lt;br /&gt;the recipe of the dia. (translation=day)&lt;br /&gt;i think i will call it "Chickeny Delicious". none of our recipes have names, so i guess i will make them up as i go and i hope that you all will bake them with gusto and pass them onto your children. one day years from now, your babies will say things like, "oooh mom it is my birthday and the one thing i want is for you to make me some of that "chickeny Delicious"! please mom, i beg of you, it is all i want this year!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;rolls (the best are fresh ones from the bakery)&lt;br /&gt;chicken breasts&lt;br /&gt;avocado&lt;br /&gt;pineapple rings&lt;br /&gt;tomatoes, sliced&lt;br /&gt;onions, sliced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grill your chicken breasts however you like best. we like to make a lemon pepper seasoning, but you can use ANYTHING. grill the chicken and the pineapple ring on the bbq or in a skillet until it is a dark and juicy. saute the onions in a little butter until they are tender and browning. make the avocado into a simple guacamole, just mash it and add salt, pepper, and lemon juice. slice you rolls and toast if you want. then just put all of these topping on the roll to make an amazing sandwich!!&lt;br /&gt;we use this recipe all the time when we take meals to friendsor when we have people over. it is quick and easy and fresh for a hot day. p.s. you can also add mayo or butter to your rolls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115345172392353015?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115345172392353015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115345172392353015' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115345172392353015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115345172392353015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/chickeny-delicious.html' title='chickeny delicious...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115283652852004675</id><published>2006-07-13T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:36:02.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dwit-ger!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/tara%200041.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/tara%200041.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/tara%200011.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love to cook! i am no gormet chef by any means, but it makes me happy to make a really great meal for my husband. we have found that we love to cook together too. at least once a week we cook a big meal together and just take our time making it fun and delicious. i always make him defrost and season the chicken, because i think its kinda barfy, but its fun nonetheless. (i also make him grate the cheese, because i hate getting my fingers slimeyand cheesey). we have come up with dozens of recipes that are quick, delicious and contain ingredients that you already have around the house! so i want to share them with you all. at first i thought it might be dumb, but then i realized that lots of you have people to cook for and need something quick. i will be posting a new recipe every week on thursday and will call it, "Dont Worry, Tara's Got a Recipe!", or &lt;strong&gt;DWTGR!&lt;/strong&gt; (pronounced, dwit-ger)&lt;br /&gt;This is the first week of &lt;strong&gt;DWTGR!&lt;/strong&gt; and i hope at least one person gives it a whirl! let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Calzones&lt;br /&gt;ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 can pilsbury pizza crust&lt;br /&gt;1 can diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;pepperoni&lt;br /&gt;onions-chopped&lt;br /&gt;green peppers- chopped&lt;br /&gt;black olives&lt;br /&gt;3 Tbsp italian seasoning (or if you dont have it, just use basil, thyme, oragano and whatever else)&lt;br /&gt;mozzerella- shredded&lt;br /&gt;paresan- shredded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unroll pizza dough and use a small/medium size bowl to cut large circles (i find that one pizza dough roll make 2 large calzones). in a small bowl mix diced tomatoes and italian seasoning. spread mixture on half of each circle and then just top with remaing pizza toppings. (i like to use lots of extra topping to make it stuffed!) fold over the dough to make a half moon shape and then use a fork to seal all the edges. heat oil in a large skillet and carefully slide calzone into the hot oil. cook until brown and then flip over to other side. top with shredded parmesan and melt it on top. (if you healthy people dont want to cook it in oil, im sure you could bake it)&lt;br /&gt;This is one of our faves, enjoy! see you next thursday for the second annual DWTGR! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115283652852004675?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115283652852004675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115283652852004675' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115283652852004675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115283652852004675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/dwit-ger.html' title='dwit-ger!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115180112513753602</id><published>2006-07-01T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T15:02:36.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>death by neck snappping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/er%2C%20t%20and%20vi%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/er%2C%20t%20and%20vi%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;today i decided to do a little work on the yard. i busted out the ol' weed eater and was trying to get it to work but couldnt seem to make it happen, so i watered the front yard instead. while watering under the tree i found a dead bird. it is a blue jay and it is headless. i was wondering for quite some time who would steal a blue jay head, but eventualy just went to get the camera so i could blog about my poor little feathered friend. alas, when i tried to get the camera i found that i had somehow locked myself out of the house. frick. i tried every door in the house. locked. i tried every window in the house. locked. garage. locked. i tried to bust down the back door and all i did was bruise my hips. i tried to kick it in (seriously), but my little indian sequined slippers werent doing the trick. eric is at work by the way until 10:00 tonight and it doesnt matter anyway because i have his house key- in the house. i eventualy went to a neighbors house and called a locksmith and had to pay 50.00 for him to spray some wd-40 and drill the hole. im so pissed. were poor and have a mere 23.00 in our account...good luck cashing that check you filthy locksmith! ( i saw your butt crack, by the way. maybe you should put on some underwear before you go to work tomorrow)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;oh. p.s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;i found out that the headless bird does have a head its just bent backwards-an unfortunate death by neck snapping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115180112513753602?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115180112513753602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115180112513753602' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115180112513753602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115180112513753602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/death-by-neck-snappping.html' title='death by neck snappping...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115177416201473546</id><published>2006-07-01T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:35:07.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ive got a news flash for you walter kronkite....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I found this thingy and i will do my best to answer...its kinda fun, i highly suggest it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; am a cuddler: not so much. im more of a "wham bam thank you mam" kinda girl.&lt;br /&gt;I am a morning person: i dont like actualy waking up, but i would much rather be up early getting things done. and i go to bed at like 10:00 so i guess im not a night owl.&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist: no, but i am anal when it comes to certain things. my house isnt always clean, by any means, but when i do clean it is redisculously clean and spotless.&lt;br /&gt;I am an only child: jen and ryan died??!!?!&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in my pajamas: nope. it is noon on saturday and im wearing a new black and white striped tank top and cut off capris.&lt;br /&gt;I am addicted to my blogger: i am addicted to reading it and reading what everyone has to say but as you know i only actualy blog about once a week.&lt;br /&gt;I am shy around people at first: yes. but once im comfortable, not shy much at all.&lt;br /&gt;I bite my nails: sadly i do. i go through phases, but if im wearing polish i dont!&lt;br /&gt;I can be paranoid at times: iim always afraid people dont like me. i think people often dont like me, but i dont know why...makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;I currently regret something that I have said: i recently said, "what the crap?!" to a 3 year old. oops.&lt;br /&gt;I like someone: i like eric, i like nikki, i like jenn and jen, i like arwen, i like ryan, i like jessa, i like anrea, i like andrew unless hes being a butt, i like lisa, i like dustin and amy, i like my mom and dad....&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy country music: not so much. but im not opposed to it.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy jazz music: i went to a jazz bar in seattle with a few friends once, that was fun, but otherwize, not really.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy smoothies: love them! but they make me sick. lots of food makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy talking on the phone: yes, to people that i dont see much. but not just to chit chat.&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot to learn: nope, pretty sure i know it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have a pet: violet the dog and marci the hampster and eric the husband.&lt;br /&gt;I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal: yes, but its not like im going to reveal it!&lt;br /&gt;I have all my grandparents: no...just one left. thanks for bringing it up. 2 have died and one is dead to me.&lt;br /&gt;I have been told that I am smart: never. actualy, eric thinks im smart, but im not sure where he came up with that.&lt;br /&gt;I have broken a bone: nope. never. got a bloody nose once.&lt;br /&gt;I have Caller ID on my phone: we only have cell phones, so yes.&lt;br /&gt;I have bathed or showered with someone: just with my husband! oh, and jess.&lt;br /&gt;I have changed a diaper: who hasnt??&lt;br /&gt;I have changed alot over the past year: yes, we go to a new church and it has been an awsome growth experience! ive never seen jesus like i have in the past year. such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;I have done something illegal: like jaywalking? i think the worst thing ive done is snuck into a hotel pool in portugal and snuck in the rest of eric s family. im pretty wild, i know. they call me crazy tara.&lt;br /&gt;I have friends that have never seen my natural hair color: no, i am all-natural right now. kinda sick of having stripes in my hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have had surgery: i had my appendix out.&lt;br /&gt;I have killed another person: no, but my grandpa did.&lt;br /&gt;I have had my hair cut in the last week: just my leg hair.&lt;br /&gt;I have kissed someone I knew I shouldn't: unfortunatly. but i most of you know him so im not telling.&lt;br /&gt;Now, wasnt that fun?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115177416201473546?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115177416201473546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115177416201473546' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115177416201473546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115177416201473546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/07/ive-got-news-flash-for-you-walter.html' title='ive got a news flash for you walter kronkite....'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115057483408710853</id><published>2006-06-17T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T13:10:03.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blankety blank...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.inmagine.com/168nwm/photodisc/pdil193/pdil193011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.inmagine.com/168nwm/photodisc/pdil193/pdil193011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;it rained like crazy last night. there was thunder and lightning up to wazu. i slept in on this lovely, damp saturday morning until 10:00 and then decided to take violet (or, ivy as arwen calls her) for a walk to the park. we live a block away from a great big park with a rose garden and tennis courts and trails and a big swimming pool with slides and fountains! its nice. so me and ivy walked and i talked to her under my breath- you know, everyday things that you say to your dog when youre alone, like, "dude, stop yanking the leash", "what the frick is that smell? did you fart?!", "stop pulling! stop, violet! i said stop! fine, then youre going to sit here....sit. sit. no. i said sit. we will sit here until you stop pulling me around. no, sit.siiiit.sit. good.no, sit."&lt;br /&gt;this is what most of the walk was like.&lt;br /&gt;then we arrived at the very back darkest corner of the park, the creepy area. you know the one, the area that is under the shade of the trees, kind of smells like a butt. we were in that place, just passing through, and i look over and see a group of 3 men sitting at a picnic table all hunched over. i strain my neck to see whats going on and of course theyve got an actual mirror and razor and are doing drug type things! i kept walking and was trying to look natural, like i was cool with it, no problem here guys. i got the urge to call the police or something of that nature, but was a little nervous. i mean, seriously, what if they did something drastic like blew some of that crap in my eyes or worse! my nose! id be one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115057483408710853?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115057483408710853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115057483408710853' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115057483408710853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115057483408710853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/06/blankety-blank.html' title='blankety blank...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115008336069564625</id><published>2006-06-11T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:36:00.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisytara schmilvestri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;i got the job! i got a newer better job! im so excited! my one true joy in life (besides all my other one true joys in life) is working with children. so, i was just hired to be a full time nanny. ive done it before and its a blast. it will be a little baby (who isnt born yet) named charles, it pays more than i  make now, get lots of paid vacation, in a beautiful house and its only 4 days a week! good times. and it is something that i  love to do! honestly, it makes me excited to do something i actualy want to do. how many people do we all know that are in a wretched job that they hate( i think that would be most of us)- im glad that i can say that im past that, for now. god is faithful. yay god.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115008336069564625?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115008336069564625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115008336069564625' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115008336069564625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115008336069564625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/06/daisytara-schmilvestri_11.html' title='daisytara schmilvestri...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-115008236892033650</id><published>2006-06-11T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T20:19:29.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;i only write on my blog every week or so...sometimes every 2 weeks. i know i should do it  more often, but i feel as though i am supposed to write something funny or witty- how am i ever supposed to compare to arwen??! i will never be at that level, i mean, lets get serious guys. so i have recently decided to blog about my life- even if it is not funny. no strings attatched- i just write about whats happening or what im thinking and it might even be boring! im sorry, but it is better to write and be boring than to not write at all....right?.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-115008236892033650?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/115008236892033650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=115008236892033650' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115008236892033650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/115008236892033650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/06/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114972993243054906</id><published>2006-06-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T20:00:43.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why lord, why?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/americanapparel-store_1898_58586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 74px" height="90" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/americanapparel-store_1898_58586.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;i work at a screen printing shop. i am the production manager, i run the front office and deal with the customers. i kinda do everything. but really, i just tell myself that so i dont have to think about working at a random meaningless job. i often order garments from a company called american apparel, theyve got fun, cool clothes and the kids seem to dig their hip duds. but the picture you see above is just one of the many unfortunate shots in their catalog and i have yet to figure out why they think that this is going to help sell items! it is always an ackward moment with the customer, when we open the catalog together, only to find oursleves staring into the zoomed in crotch of a extremely hairy man. im finding it hard to upsell when i myself, dont enjoy looking at wieners. but i have found that i can instead use the pics to break the ice with new employees, "hey wesley, i know youre only 17 and still a little ackward, and i dont really know you but i want to show you something...ha ha! its a wiener! welcome aboard."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114972993243054906?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114972993243054906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114972993243054906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114972993243054906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114972993243054906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/06/why-lord-why.html' title='why lord, why?!'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114895280834228127</id><published>2006-05-29T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:38:25.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisytara schmilvestri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sporrans.com/gifs/crockett2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="304" alt="" src="http://www.sporrans.com/gifs/crockett2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;eric recently told me that his enormous amount of thick hair is like wearing a coonskin cap so i allowed him to shave it. (thats right i &lt;strong&gt;allowed&lt;/strong&gt; him to) as soon as he did, he bagan to wrestle with violet and she gave him 3 large slashes on his bald head. it made me laugh. the lord giveth and he taketh away. i bet he wished he had that coonskin cap now. sucka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114895280834228127?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114895280834228127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114895280834228127' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114895280834228127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114895280834228127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/05/daisytara-schmilvestri_114895280834228127.html' title='daisytara schmilvestri...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114886001951718415</id><published>2006-05-28T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T13:24:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisytara schmilvestri...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;(this is evidently when eric realized how gross i looked)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/camping%202006%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/camping%202006%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;as of the may 26th, eric and i have been married 4 years! we decided to celebrate the joyous occasion with a little weekend camping trip. both of us love to camp and we always seem to go at least a few times each summer,  it has always been with friends or family but since this was our anni. we dscided to trek it on our own. it was wonderful! we went to a KOA campground, which for those of you who have never been- theyve got a pool, litle dinky mini golf courses, a snack bar, ect. it is not for the faint of heart, we were really "roughin' it". (note the sarcasm) it is a little different camping by yourself, than with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;your parents. we quickly realized that we had to make our own fire. ugh. it wasnt already warm and glowing when we awoke in the morning. there are alot of things that you (or we) forget to bring that evidently mom always brought- the can opener, oil for the pancakes, and many other minor yet useful things.&lt;br /&gt;now, i will share with you the good points of the trip...&lt;br /&gt;1. we relaxed together, reading riding bikes and just lounging around.&lt;br /&gt;2. there was a beautiful swimming pool and we soaked up the rays all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;3. violet experienced her first camping trip!&lt;br /&gt;4. we had beautiful sunny weather.&lt;br /&gt;5. we remembered some of our happiest times and stories from the past 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, here are the not quite so good points...&lt;br /&gt;1. we were evidently so relaxed that we forgot to shower. i never even got dressed all weekend- just a tee shirt and erics boxers and a nasty head of hair.&lt;br /&gt;2.we lounged by the pool for a squench too long and i fried my poor pale body. and now i live in pain.&lt;br /&gt;3. violet drove us absolutely crazy, waking us up every hour durring the night, so she could wander around the camp site like a psycho animal.&lt;br /&gt;4. it was about 100 degrees all weekend- which in oklahoma feels like about 175 degrees. it was so hot in the tent that we slept in our birthday suits and opened all the windows- much to the dismay of our neighboors.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, even in misserable conditions eric and i loved being together and had such a blast! he is my best friend in the whole world. i hope all of you have, or find love like ours! what do you love about your sweetie?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114886001951718415?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114886001951718415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114886001951718415' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114886001951718415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114886001951718415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/05/daisytara-schmilvestri.html' title='daisytara schmilvestri...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114813956892063759</id><published>2006-05-20T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T08:50:18.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a'goin' baby makin...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/1600/Graduation%20038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/Graduation%20038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;so, weve been trying to have a baby for about a year and a half now. it sucks. everyone i know is pregnant or having babies and it makes me want one more and more everyday. were trying to get as many people praying for us as we can, so all you blog world, PRAY FOR US. but, jenn and filipe (erics sister and her husband) have been trying for even longer (more like 4 years) and the great thing is that they recently decided to adopt a baby! im so excited for them, this has been such a long hard road and to see them so excited to know that they will have baby soon, is exciting! they will probably get a little girl from guatamala, around 5 months or so. theyre still in the process of paperwork and all that crap, but it makes my heart happy to know that there is a light at the end of their tunnel. ive just started going to the doctor to find out if there is anything wrong with me or if weve just got slow swimmers and im waiting to hear back from the first little round of tests. im not too worried about it, but all prayers are gladly excepted. do you, my friend, have any advice? any probable positions? any nuggets of wisdom? know any witchdoctors that make people pregnant? no, i dont really go for the witchdoctor type...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114813956892063759?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114813956892063759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114813956892063759' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114813956892063759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114813956892063759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-agoin-baby-makin.html' title='i&apos;m a&apos;goin&apos; baby makin...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114679796349336559</id><published>2006-05-04T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T19:59:23.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>where is the love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;i am currently very aware of the fact that people that i thought had the same standards as i, evidently changed their minds. things like, the sanctity of marriage. i am suddenly surrounded by probably close to a dozen friends, who are good, godly men and women, but decided that it was ok to forget their vows and pack up. im my book, that is simply not an option. i cant even fathom the idea of ever leaving eric, so i have to admit its hard to relate...but still. it makes me mad that just because it gets hard and isnt the storybook that we all dreamed of, we give up. i dont say all of this to make it sound like ive got it all figured out or am better than anyone else, just that things need to change. were blending in with the "world" and need to be set apart- examples. lately, my prayers are for my friends going through these types of things. i hope they will look to jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114679796349336559?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114679796349336559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114679796349336559' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114679796349336559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114679796349336559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-is-love.html' title='where is the love?'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114644201133187896</id><published>2006-04-30T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T17:06:51.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to cheat or not to cheat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so, ive got a moral delema. the other day my boss gave me a little coupon for a free sonic burger at a local burger joint called, sonic. maybe youve heard of it. i dont really like sonic much, i think it is kinda flavorless and boring and dont really find it too thrilling. but nonetheless, this girl always loves a free item and especialy when this girl is particularly poor. so naturaly, i went to sonic and got my free burger. the beauty of this experience was that the girl who rolled out on her roller skates, to bring my food to my car- didnt take the coupon! i was so excited! again, the burger was kinda nasty, but i relished it, because of the free-ness of it all. (relished, not in the condiment sort of way but the "enjoyment" sort of way.) the beauty of this tale is that not only didnt they take the coupon the first time, but they didnt take the coupon the 2nd 3rd or 4th time either! it is a marvelous thing. a kind of tasteless, greasy thing, but i cant stop going because it is like the lord just wants to keep giving me free lunch! therefore, i must continue to pull off this wonderful feat, i may become a fat ugly wench in the process, but i think it is well worth it in the end. what do you think my friends, am i sinful sinner?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114644201133187896?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114644201133187896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114644201133187896' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114644201133187896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114644201133187896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-cheat-or-not-to-cheat.html' title='to cheat or not to cheat...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114583103170187104</id><published>2006-04-23T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T15:23:51.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>grad time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it is a joyous time in the silvestri household. eric will grauate from college in a matter of 5 days and just the thought of it makes me want to wet myself. it has been  a looong journey but alas, the day is arriving. i heard a nasty rumor that the ceremony is suposed to last 4 hours. once again i may wet myself if this is true, (although not in joy) as i am not partial to sitting in a hot gym listening to boring speakers for hours on end. my plan was, as soon as he walked down that isle, eric would get a wonderful job and i would be a wealthy housewife, able to sit at home, cook amazing meals, plant a lucious garden that would produce fruit of bounty. i would sunbathe every afternoon, but never get more than a golden glow. my morning routine would consist of reading my bible until i was completley full of the spirit, able to share my plathera of wisdom with the people of the village. these are just a few of the things that my heart longs for and now i have realized that instead, i will end up going to work every day from 8-5 and then pick up eric from work at best buy. we will cook tv dinners in the evening and on the chance that i get to lay out on the weekend, i will fry my skin and it will peel off days later so that i have blotchy pink skin. all this to say that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, no matter what our circumstances, eric and i will deal with whatever god throws our way and somehow always end up growing closer. congrats E, i love you baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114583103170187104?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114583103170187104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114583103170187104' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114583103170187104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114583103170187104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/04/grad-time.html' title='grad time...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26621390.post-114563280313280481</id><published>2006-04-21T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T08:20:03.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daisytara schmilvestri...: April 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;My precious dog, Violet, has got a nasty habit. in reality she has lots of nasty habits; butt munching,  running away with her partner in crime and best friend, bruno, barking in my face and biting erics, but more odd than these few things is that she loves to eat bugs. i know that all dogs chase flies and eat random bugs, but my dog has a taste for rolly pollies! we seem to have an amazing amount of rollies around our back yard and she searches them out and eats up as many as she can. sometimes when she ruturns from a romp in the yard rollies will drop out of her mouth!  eric and i try to dis-sway her from these cute little balls of fun, but she just laps them up. weve all had our fun with rollie pollies-flicking them around, and so it brakes my heart everytime violet decides to have a tasty treat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114563280313280481?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114563280313280481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114563280313280481' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114563280313280481'/><link rel='self' 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CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5559/2788/320/sarah%27s%20wedding%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so, this is what it has come down to...im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a blogger. i guess i just wanted to be cool like a few people i know, jen, ry, lis, arwen... so here i am.  i hope people will like me better now, i hope i can be in the cool club of people who write ramdom, yet amazingly witty things for others to read, criticize and ponder. come to think of it- you four, mentioned above are truly some of my wittiest friends/siblings/bff since 3rd grade. none can compare to the quick wit of arawan, she has cat like speed and reflexes when it comes to the mind, nay, ryan's ability to sound exactly like ron burgundy may trump all funnyness. Lisa, i never knew of these writing skills, it is a river that runs deep...into the soul... jen, my little buttercup, has the sweetest smile...need i say more? no, i need'nt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26621390-114557669834585481?l=taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/feeds/114557669834585481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26621390&amp;postID=114557669834585481' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114557669834585481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26621390/posts/default/114557669834585481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://taralovesericthemost.blogspot.com/2006/04/eenie-meenie.html' title='eenie meenie...'/><author><name>tara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09834992953359656385</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/__NeC-NhQBwA/RpkvwAaJXDI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/8u51v0jvAoo/s1600/HPIM1100.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
