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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KICsNB1JzfRJcZNJrELf03xEsVQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KICsNB1JzfRJcZNJrELf03xEsVQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I disappeared from the blogosphere quite some time ago. Lots of things have been happening since the last time I posted anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly.... We had a baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed Kady Leah Ann into our little family on June 16, 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545550048766949906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/TPXAY0TnehI/AAAAAAAAK8g/liqAOpAC1IU/s200/%257Bd5f9de5d-ba52-4775-ac03-b09adc0cb420%257D_6.jpg" /&gt;We were so happy to finally have our little girl. Boys are great, but this little girl was born a princess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been blessed that Little B. loves his sister so much. At 4 and a half years old he is such a little grow up when it comes to taking care of her. He just loves helping with everything from feeding to diaper changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly it has been 5 and a half months since little Kady joined us, I just can't belive how fast time is going. Much faster than it did with the first child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had holiday pictures made and this is my favorite one, it really shows how much B. loves his little sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545552311009658514" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/TPXCcf0TxpI/AAAAAAAAK8o/TgbgXNDHLbo/s200/0021.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I also STARTED MY OWN BUSINESS! I have recently become a Mary Kay Independent Beauty Consultant.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I decided to start selling Mary Kay because not only do I really enjoy their products, I am completely in LOVE with one product in particular, the Extra Emollient Night Cream, and I wouldn't have purchased it without my neighbor mentioning to me that she was selling Mary Kay.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been having trouble finding a cream that would help with the extreme dry skin that my son was dealing with in random spots on his body. Poor kid looked like he had patches of aligator skin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I heard my neighbor sold Mary Kay I remembered a Mary Kay product (the Emollient Cream) that I would use of my mother's when I had really bad dry skin in high school. I purchased the cream and within 2 days my son's skin started looking better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have been using the cream on his dry spots for about a month now and they are barely noticable. I can't say how much I love this stuff.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are interested in any Mary Kay products, take a hop on over to my Mary Kay site, where you can shop online 24 hours a day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marykay.com/meredith.sawyer2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;www.marykay.com/meredith.sawyer2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/urr8KZLp-IYzU2iP-nCwvARuXNU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/urr8KZLp-IYzU2iP-nCwvARuXNU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I posted about &lt;a href="http://24hoursisneverenough.blogspot.com/2008/11/shop-macys-this-holiday-season-20-off.html"&gt;Macy's Friend's and Family sale &lt;/a&gt;event in November, and guess what... It's back!&lt;br /&gt;I was given the opportunity to share this sales event with you and the coupon to save 25% while you shop. Macy’s Biggest Savings event just got Bigger! From Wednesday, April 29-Monday, May 4, 2009, Macy’s will be sharing their Friends and Family employee discount for 6 incredible days of savings and shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to check out Macy's for great deals for Mother's Day and Swimsuit season, both of which are just around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab the coupon &lt;a href="http://www.macys.com/dyn_img/site_ads/S09_FF_OnlineCoupon_MCOM_Fin3.pdf?cm_mmc=-_--_-Boutique-_-N"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dr1gCg0Zardvzbk-KTHbPNCwOjU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Dr1gCg0Zardvzbk-KTHbPNCwOjU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I found this on &lt;a href="http://notnani.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soxy Deb's blog&lt;/a&gt;, who took it from &lt;a href="http://glickgirls.blogspot.com/2009/04/proposed-revised-preamble-to.html"&gt;Lisa's blog&lt;/a&gt;, and now I am passing it on to you. I agree so much with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Proposed Revised Preamble to the Constitution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We the sensible people of the United States, in an attempt to help everyone get along, restore some semblance of justice, avoid more riots, keep our nation safe, promote positive behavior, and secure the blessings of debt-free liberty to ourselves and our great-great-great-grandchildren, hereby try one more time to ordain and establish some common sense guidelines for the terminally whiny, guilt ridden, delusional, and other liberal bed-wetters. We hold these truths to be self evident: that a whole lot of people are confused by the Bill of Rights and are so dim they require a Bill of NON-Rights."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE I: You do not have the right to a new car, big screen TV, or any other form of wealth. More power to you if you can legally acquire them, but no one is guaranteeing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE II: You do not have the right to never be offended. This country is based on freedom, and that means freedom for everyone -- not just you! You may leave the room, turn the channel, express a different opinion, etc; but the world is full of idiots, and probably always will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE III: You do not have the right to be free from harm. If you stick a screwdriver in your eye, learn to be more careful; do not expect the tool manufacturer to make you and all your relatives independently wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE IV: You do not have the right to free food and housing. Americans are the most charitable people to be found, and will gladly help anyone in need, but we are quickly growing weary of subsidizing generation after generation of professional couch potatoes who achieve nothing more than the creation of another generation of professional couch potatoes ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE V: You do not have the right to free health care. That would be nice, but from the looks of public housing, we're just not interested in public health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VI: You do not have the right to physically harm other people. If you kidnap, rape, intentionally maim, or kill someone, don't be surprised if the rest of us want to see you fry in the electric chair or lethal injection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VII: You do not have the right to the possessions of others. If you rob, cheat, or coerce away the goods or services of other citizens, don't be surprised if the rest of us get together and lock you away in a place where you still won't have the right to a big screen color TV or a life of leisure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE VIII: You do not have the right to a job. All of us sure want you to have a job, and will gladly help you along in hard times, but we expect you to take advantage of the opportunities of education and vocational training laid before you to make yourself useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE IX: You do not have the right to happiness. Being an American means that you have the right to PURSUE happiness, which by the way, is a lot easier if you are unencumbered by an over abundance of idiotic laws created by those of you who were confused by the Bill of Rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE X: This is an English speaking country. We don't care where you are from, English is our language. Learn it or go back to wherever you came from!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARTICLE XI: You do not have the right to change our country's history or heritage. This country was founded on the belief in one true God. And yet, you are given the freedom to believe in any religion, any faith, or no faith at all; with no fear of persecution. The phrase IN GOD WE TRUST is part of our heritage and history, and if you are uncomfortable with it, TOUGH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get an AMEN?!?! (*steps down from soapbox)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it along if you agree. It's time society had an attitude adjustment for the sake of our great nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I have been listening to the show for as long as I can remember. Listening to Matt and Ramona everyday you really get to know who these two people are in real life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently, &lt;a href="http://mattandramona.1079thelink.com/cast/detail.cfm?ID=9"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;, of the Matt and Ramona show, and his wife Amy had to experience a tragic event that I cannot even begin to imagine. Matt and his wife &lt;a href="http://mattandramona.1079thelink.com/page.cfm?ID=236"&gt;lost their second baby girl &lt;/a&gt;when Amy was 35 weeks pregnant. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember driving to school after work one day listening to the show. I wondered where Matt was and why everyone else on the show seemed so somber. Then, between stories, Ramona told the audience why Matt was not in the studio that day, and that he would not be back for a while. He and his wife needed time to grieve the loss of their baby girl, Grayson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I broke down in tears driving down I-77 at the news. What an awful thing for anyone to have to go through. I thought of how I would feel if one day my baby, B., was not here anymore, and that is something I would not wish upon anyone. It breaks my heart just thinking about it now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This post is not meant to be a downer. I wanted to share with you all the Grayson Rose, and what it means, how it will help, and how you can get one. This post is not sponsored by anyone, and I was not asked to share this information, I think it is something you all will be interested in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Grayson Rose, pictured above, is available from &lt;a href="https://www.ashdownroses.com/index.asp?PageAction=VIEWPROD&amp;amp;ProdID=2800"&gt;Ashdown Roses&lt;/a&gt; and proceeds will be supporting March of Dimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"From the fields of the French nursery Delbard comes this outstanding shrub&lt;br /&gt;bearing dark velvet-red blooms all season long. The plant grows upright, is well&lt;br /&gt;foliated and very disease resistant. Delbard has been growing and breeder roses&lt;br /&gt;for over 70 years and we are delighted they have allowed this rose to be called&lt;br /&gt;The Grayson Rose in support of this great cause."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Grayson rose is available for $18.95, and this year 40% of the proceeds will go to March of Dimes. When 1 in 8 babies are born too soon and March of Dimes is working so hard to help these children live healthy lives, there could not have been a better organization to benefit from this rose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ashdown Roses will be shipping this rose in September, which should be the proper time to plant in most areas. While on the &lt;a href="http://mattandramona.1079thelink.com/archive/audio.cfm?ID=867"&gt;Matt and Ramona Show&lt;/a&gt;, Paul Zimmerman said the rose could also be shipped at another time should September not be appropriate in your area. And for those of you who do not have a garden, or do not own your home, this rose can be planted in a container, so you could take it with you if you move.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This rose would make a great Mother's Day gift, or Father's Day gift to a father who loves to garden, a birthday gift, or just as a reminder that you care to a family who may have been affected by a premature birth. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am happy to share this information with you because it is a great cause, I have grown to love Matt and Ramona and their entire cast, and this tragedy affected them all, and the Grayson Rose is just a beautiful rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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As happy as I was that Patsy was marrying a good Christian young man, I felt laden with responsibilities as I watched my budget dwindle . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many details, so many bills, and so little time. My son Jack was away at college, but he said he would be there to walk his younger sister down the aisle, taking the place of his dad who had died a few years before. He teased Patsy, saying he'd wanted to give her away since she was about three years old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To save money, I gathered blossoms from several friends who had large magnolia trees. Their luscious, creamy-white blooms and slick green leaves would make beautiful arrangements against the rich dark wood inside the church. After the rehearsal dinner the night before the wedding, we banked the podium area and choir loft with magnolias. As we left just before midnight, I felt tired but satisfied this would be the best wedding any bride had ever had! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The music, the ceremony, the reception - and especially the flowers - would be remembered for years. The big day arrived - the busiest day of my life - and while her bridesmaids helped Patsy to dress, her fiance Tim walked with me to the sanctuary to do a final check....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we opened the door and felt a rush of hot air, I almost fainted; and then I saw them - all the beautiful white flowers were black. Funeral black. An electrical storm during the night had knocked out the air conditioning system, and on that hot summer day, the flowers had wilted and died. I panicked, knowing I didn't have time to drive back to our hometown, gather more flowers, and return in time for the wedding. Tim turned to me, 'Edna, can you get more flowers? I'll throw away these dead ones and put fresh flowers in these arrangements.' I mumbled, 'Sure,' as he be-bopped down the hall to put on his cuff links.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alone in the large sanctuary, I looked up at the dark wooden beams in the arched ceiling. 'Lord,' I prayed, 'please help me. I don't know anyone in this town. Help me find someone willing to give me flowers - in a hurry!' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I scurried out praying for four things: the blessing of white magnolias, courage to find them in an unfamiliar yard, safety from any dog that may bite my leg, and a nice person who would not get out a shotgun when I asked to cut his tree to shreds. As I left the church, I saw magnolia trees in the distance. I approached a house....No dog in sight. I knocked on the door and an older man answered. So far so good . .No shotgun.. When I stated my plea the man beamed, 'I'd be happy to!' He climbed a stepladder and cut large boughs and handed them down to me. Minutes later, as I lifted the last armload into my car trunk, I said, 'Sir, you've made the mother of a bride happy today.' 'No, Ma'am,' he said. 'You don't understand what's happening here.' 'What?' I asked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'You see, my wife of sixty-seven years died on Monday.. On Tuesday I received friends at the funeral home, and on Wednesday . . . He paused. I saw tears welling up in his eyes. 'On Wednesday I buried her.' He! looked away.. 'On Thursday most of my out-of-town relatives went back home, and on Friday - yesterday - my children left.' I nodded. 'This morning,' he continued, 'I was sitting in my den crying out loud. I miss her so much. For the last sixteen years, as her health got worse, she needed me. But now nobody needs me. This morning I cried, 'Who needs an eighty-six-year-old wore-out man? Nobody!' I began to cry louder. 'Nobody needs me!' About that time, you knocked, and said, 'Sir, I need you.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stood with my mouth open. He asked, 'Are you an angel? The way the light shone around your head into my dark living room...' I assured him I was no angel. He smiled. 'Do you know what I was thinking when I handed you those magnolias?' 'No.' 'I decided I'm needed. My flowers are needed. Why, I might have a flower ministry! I could give them to everyone! Some caskets at the funeral home have no flowers. People need flowers at times like that and I have lots of them. They're all over the backyard! I can give them to hospitals, churches - all sorts of places. You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to serve the Lord until the day He calls me home!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove back to the church, filled with wonder. On Patsy's wedding day, if anyone had asked me to encourage someone who was hurting, I would have said, 'Forget it! It's my only daughter's wedding, for goodness' sake! There is no way I can minister to anyone today.' But God found a way. Through dead flowers. 'Life is not the way it's supposed to be. It's the way it is. The way you cope with it is what makes the difference.' If you have missed knowing me, you have missed nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you have missed some of my emails, you may have missed a laugh. But, if you have missed knowing my LORD and SAVIOR, JESUS CHRIST, you have missed everything in the world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;May God's blessings be upon you. THIS IS SO TRUE, BEING NEEDED IS SO UPLIFTING TO EACH OF US. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was in an email from a friend and thought it was such a lovely story that I needed to share. I hope it brings some brightness to your day. Thanks Roxi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KxGQ1aw0LdIvBx9ZDR-5MM_d65A/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/KxGQ1aw0LdIvBx9ZDR-5MM_d65A/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SZ8SNe4NBbI/AAAAAAAAHX4/5eHm74mcPJY/s1600-h/0220091404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304978908902131122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SZ8SNe4NBbI/AAAAAAAAHX4/5eHm74mcPJY/s400/0220091404.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yesterday, I thought to myself that I sure would love to be able to take today off work. I really wanted to get the rest of the painting done and touch up the little spots where paint got under my tape, and have the other things in the room clean and organized so that when the new furniture was delivered tomorrow, I wouldn't be in a hurry to get stuff finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got today off. But not in a way I wanted. I wanted my boss to call and say that since I am the best (see 'only') employee he has, I should just take the day off to do as I please. Unfortunately, I got the day off because I have been up since 3:30am with a puking child. Yeah, once again the midnight vomit monster has struck our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why this stuff always happens at night. But the good parents we are, we jumped right up, I had B. in the bathroom cleaning him up and telling him that it was ok to be scared, throwing up is a scary thing, while Hubbs immediately grabbed the carpet foam and cleaned up the mess in the room. Of course, we could not get back to sleep, every sound you hear makes you think there is more cheeseburger on it's way to the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 5:30pm and Little B. is taking his third nap of the day. I haven't been able to keep any liquids in him, and that has me a bit worried because he has not had a wet diaper all day. I called the Dr. and they said there is a bug going around, which I already knew, because Hubbs had the same thing Monday and Tuesday this week. As instructed I will continue to give B. little sips of pedialyte while holding him with a bucket in our lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have washed 4 loads of laundry so far, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom floors more times than I can count, and have not gotten anything accomplished by way of painting the living room. Thank goodness Hubbs will be home in an hour and a half and can take over vomit duty while I get things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hwY9A03v-WkkCiIVLaAoT60m1pU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/hwY9A03v-WkkCiIVLaAoT60m1pU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SZ24QwAOYJI/AAAAAAAAHXY/SxfkYWIkhBk/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304598534015574162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 80px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SZ24QwAOYJI/AAAAAAAAHXY/SxfkYWIkhBk/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have taken it upon myself to paint our living room. Without the help of Hubbs. I was actually told that I could paint any color I wanted and paint whatever I wanted, as long as I did not ask him for help. Oh what a gentleman he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, last night I gathered all my supplies from the store, picked out a sage-gray color for the walls, and we got furniture moved last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I am in over my head because I have to have everything done by Saturday morning because our new furniture is being delivered sometime Saturday. I have really only painted a bathroom by myself before, with the exception of the room I painted with quotes scattered on all the walls. But that was not a real paint job because I didn't have to tape off anything or paint around doors or windows. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha, boy, do I have Hubbs fooled (and myself for that matter.) I think this may become a test of just how much I can get away with in the future. If all goes well, I can see Hubbs letting me undertake pretty much any project I beg of him; conversely, if all goes terribly wrong, I may never be allowed in the hardware store ever again. However, the in-laws are in town. We conveniently have fairly large projects to tackle whenever they are in town, and they are such a big help. Grandma is great with Little B. and can keep him occupied and out of our hair, and Grandpa knows how to fix or accomplish anything having to do with a house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will make sure there are pictures taken of anything that will bring laughter to you all. Like if the paint bucket on top of the ladder falls and we end up with an entire room of sage-gray. Lets hope that doesn't happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I do feel like a wuss for not doing more than that, but seeing as it's been so long since I have done any kind of exercise I guess it's not so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been so busy. With school back in session, Tuesday and Wednesday's are long days. I get up at 6:30am and usually don't get home until around 9:45pm. This is the first semester that I have had classes on back-to-back nights and I don't really like it because I don't get to see Little B. very much these days. At least this is the last semester I will be in school. Unless I win the lottery and quit my job so I can go back to school and get a bachelors degree and be home with the kid the rest of the time. That would be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I am going to let Brandon watch one tv show a night when I am home. Last night while I was on the treadmill, I was letting him watch tv and all he does is fuss about what show is on, or how he wants another show, or game... I finally turned off the tv and hid the remote, and the house was much calmer. Now, of course, Hubbs is not home during the no tv time. I would be a single woman if I tried to control the tv when he is home. On Monday, Thursday, and Friday's Hubbs works until 7, sometimes later, so I have Brandon by myself, and I just can't take all the fussing any longer. Especially when his fussing is more like top-of-the-lungs screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered that my amazing husband has a deep-dark evil side to him. It seems a sweet thing like an adorable little grey and white spotted kitten makes this monster-within appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how it went down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs: I'm taking the dogs out to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ok. Hey Brandon, if you don't stay at the table with that brownie I will throw it in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking out the sliding glass door)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297160805364161218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SYNLr9naWsI/AAAAAAAAHUk/tt0TkhGJYus/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Awww, Brandon look at this cute little kitty that is in the backyard! Isn't it cute?&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: Kitty Kitty&lt;br /&gt;Me: Look, he/she is so sweet, it is coming right up to me. Do you want to keep it? I wish we could but Papa is supposedly allergic to cats. And he said Chewy would eat it.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: IN HOUSE! IN HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;Me: (calling Hubbs on the phone) Hey, bring the dogs in the front door there is a kitten in the backyard.&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs: Well get rid of it.&lt;br /&gt;Me: I pushed it out the fence and it keeps coming back. Brandon wants to keep it.&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs: I'll be there in a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs brings the dogs in the front door and has this look of determination on his face that I don't think I have ever seen (with some evil thrown in for good measure.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Awww, but Hubbs, he/she is so sweet. It wants in the house.&lt;br /&gt;Brandon: IN HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs: (continues walking the distance to the back door.)&lt;br /&gt;Me: What are you going to do?&lt;br /&gt;Hubbs: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Break It's Neck, that's what!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubbs then proceeds outside and Brandon and I are pleading with him to be nice. Then the hose comes out and he sprays the poor thing with water until it leaves. I guess it's better than killing it by breaking it's little neck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297161188411927986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SYNMCQlHbbI/AAAAAAAAHUs/aMZIafb0iKY/s400/images3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hubbs: There, it won't come back now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Me: Well you didn't have to spray it with the hose. That's so mean. Say it with me Brandon, "Mean Papa" (it got to below freezing last night, so the poor thing probably froze to death.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brandon: Mean Papa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hubbs: No, what would have been mean is if I had gotten my gun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now that's what I call a deep-dark evil side. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a1jeEWq9IQZmfn3P6K3xVmdn86w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a1jeEWq9IQZmfn3P6K3xVmdn86w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am being lazy here so I am going to shorten up summary of the rest of the cruise that Hubbs and I went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put our pictures into slideshows by the location of the pictures. That way, if you want to see them you can, if not, then skip them; it's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the first pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmlwd648%2Falbumid%2F5296400416523391073%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our trip to FL. and the day we boarded the ship. It also includes the pictures we got at the show the first night and the two formal night pictures that were taken onboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key West:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmlwd648%2Falbumid%2F5296399105130632753%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun strolling up and down Duvall St. Such a beautiful place. A great day ending with Jason taking a much needed nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grand Cayman:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmlwd648%2Falbumid%2F5296400950130996465%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam with the stingrays, which is something I can scratch off my 'I never thougth I would have done that' list. The last pictures of the slideshow are from our balcony showing the stormy weather we were heading into. From Wednesday night through the rest of the cruise the waters were this choppy or worse. Thank the Lord for the motion sickness patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamaica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmlwd648%2Falbumid%2F5296401567986460913%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Prospect Plantation, and had the best tour guide and jitney driver ever! They were so funny, and the driver took a bit of a likening to me... Hubbs better watch out, I may move to Jamaica, I know people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmlwd648%2Falbumid%2F5296402387673341889%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many pics here. The towel animals that were in our room most nights, some pics of Bill and Michelle our dinner partners, and Hubbs and I after some drinks at the comedy show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoyed the pictures. Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPfQKssaczLQEAPzZ0hlOlrvcZk/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPfQKssaczLQEAPzZ0hlOlrvcZk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPfQKssaczLQEAPzZ0hlOlrvcZk/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/FPfQKssaczLQEAPzZ0hlOlrvcZk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So to start where I left off, here is a pic of Hubbs getting annoyed with me on the bus to the port:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Xp_XebpiqtRVi7_hNkQkiA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU--q2V--I/AAAAAAAAGvE/7RXtRmOIuIw/s288/100_0480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he is gonna kill me for putting this picture up, but I want you all to know the kind of man I am married to. Always a laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are so excited to finally be getting to the port and about to have the vacation we have always dreamed of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4RoXaYXf04cVCwB4yJw_2w?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_Ayxj0pI/AAAAAAAAGvM/0GnCtecJwoE/s288/100_0481.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's main concern with us going on this cruise was, "are you sure there are enough life boats for everyone?" Well mom, yes, there are enough life boats for everyone, including crew...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KC9r0es3scY2-qBqdw2cow?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_JZkcyCI/AAAAAAAAGvs/KG7HyLUXxeY/s288/100_0485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were allowed to board the ship early and the rooms were not all cleaned yet, they sent us all up to the Lido deck to eat. If you are not a fish eater, please avert your eyes. I love smoked salmon! And what a treat that I could get a smoked salmon bagel ANYTIME I wanted! Man, if things keep going this way, I am never getting off the boat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TulMESHxzcNpOshW4kBVFA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_TBNmFTI/AAAAAAAAGwQ/kzLTyac6_t4/s288/100_0489.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;While sitting and enjoying our lunch, this was our view of the port...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ly_WpAUGzHcLoxjZmqHcTQ?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_QsIxKMI/AAAAAAAAGwI/M4zEa_z9b2M/s288/100_0488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AhPi3DTdUngJqwiXxq5ddA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_OaZ0poI/AAAAAAAAGv8/X_9nItB26Ds/s288/100_0487.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ye2kUK5R0eOcmeMTE_T1UA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_Lt2vp2I/AAAAAAAAGv0/uM36TVbRbyA/s288/100_0486.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tqhiqWtGpc1hjr6vp9yYtg?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXVFCwhKkwI/AAAAAAAAHEI/m34IO605Gyg/s288/100_0669-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Hhw01y1MxDQjGticrgZUFw?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXVFU1ZX7UI/AAAAAAAAHFU/ZTQJY9wO6Q8/s288/100_0679-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ymSWJ4-tM-uDLSXEuLMQXw?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXVFXKsmeHI/AAAAAAAAHFc/YvPTe7-mnXg/s288/100_0680-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally made it to our rooms around 2:00pm, but not after having a drink at the poolside bar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey Jason, look here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/h_aeEFSmxSR3O-4tYz48RA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_lpWKq3I/AAAAAAAAGxQ/Qqkv62Mq0XE/s288/100_0497.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Jason: Huh? What?...&lt;br /&gt;Jason: Oh Yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Kgs4DS5LU-Hvc6Wak73D8A?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_oAZqvhI/AAAAAAAAGxY/D5VWj8lz6xs/s288/100_0498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here is our room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2BENdu4lteEx_cIQwVcSNQ?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_3_4cTpI/AAAAAAAAGyg/p8c2j5Pl9w0/s288/100_0506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/sqXE8sPAHZWvqN80gr92mA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_8CqCqCI/AAAAAAAAGyw/qIkU1nMXvs4/s288/100_0508.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our balcony...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F2rszpa0rIOBRL5jt0pH6A?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU_9_36MUI/AAAAAAAAGy4/3enDai8LTV0/s288/100_0509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we wanted to be able to sit out here and watch us pull away from port, however, the International Law of Cruise Ships, or something like that, mandated that ALL passengers leave their rooms and find their assigned life boat. Kinda like a fire drill in school. Hubbs and I thought we would be sneaky and just not go, and then there was the intercom message telling us that we couldn't leave port until all guest were at their assigned stations. They even come and check every room to make sure you get where you need to be. I was very impressed with how smooth this drill ran. Now, if it had been a real emergency, I don't think it would have been as smooth. But who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did make it back to our room to see the us leaving the port channel and watch as the land disappeared behind us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eJCIICHXn2XDRLu5cTgfaw?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXVFhoPECVI/AAAAAAAAHF8/MDwehkbR5mA/s288/100_0684-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ffd4eTS2D4PEHlXRp6HDPw?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXVFujm0u1I/AAAAAAAAHGk/cPpF6uHBab8/s288/100_0689-1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night of the cruise we met our dinner partners, Bill and Michelle, from Buffalo, NY. Jason felt right at home with fellow Yanks, but I was the odd ball out being the only Southerner. That really didn't matter though, they were really nice and we all got along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gblXMXnEeYuDJ3vhFyY_yg?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXVD7_A15JI/AAAAAAAAHAA/Xuphg8jPGAM/s144/100_0612.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we went to the comedy show, the comedian was a juggler. I was very skeptical at first, because how funny can a juggler really be? Well, as it turns out the juggler was very funny, but not nearly as funny as my Hubby. Jason was pulled up on stage to help with the show...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason's was to lay on the ground while the juggler juggled three hatchets over him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TwZsilinWl4yssoNiwGbNA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SX3VCsZZJ7I/AAAAAAAAHP0/oXgDd7VOro8/s288/m%20%2822%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I was laughing so hard in my seat. You see stuff like this on TV, and I am always convinced the hatchets are fake. My laughing came to a stand still the second the guy made me come up on stage and verify the hatchets were real, and they were sharp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ooNB-6C7ZGE77DhK17y2Kw?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SX3VC_m6MxI/AAAAAAAAHP8/y-KES6TQiKk/s288/m%20%2823%29.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to my seat almost in tears, shaking uncontrollably that Jason was going to be hurt. After the blind fold was put on Jason, the juggler switched to plastic bowling pins and began his juggling routine. Not 45 seconds later he dropped a 'hatchet' on Jason and the crowd went wild as Jason jumped so high at the scare! It was hilarious. Unfortunately, they do not video tape the shows due to copywrite laws, so the only evidence of Jason's performance are the two pictures above. Which were polaroids taken on stage. Ahhh the memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will end this lengthy post with a picture taken from our balcony of the moon reflecting off the water this first night at sea. 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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NPKMGuJtWfWtcDjkLPkyCN0a264/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NPKMGuJtWfWtcDjkLPkyCN0a264/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have received two more awards from Heatherlyn at &lt;a href="http://coltfamilyblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colt Family Blog&lt;/a&gt;. Thanks for reading my blog and thinking so much of it that you would take the time to pass on awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The first award:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=awardforeign_award.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/awardforeign_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original giver of this award describes it by saying: "Blogs who receive this award are 'exceedingly charming' say its authors.This blog invests and believes in the PROXIMITY-nearness in space, time and relationships. These kind bloggers aim to find and be friends. They are not interested in prizes or self-aggrandizement.Our hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers! Deliver this award to eight bloggers who must choose eight more and include this cleverly-written text into the body of their award." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The second award Heatherlyn sent me: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=awardfriends_award.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/awardfriends_award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This award was coupled with the Friends Award because they are very similar in that &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"The Friends Award is given to blogs that are exceedingly charming. These kind bloggers aim to find and to be friends. They are not interested in self-aggrandizement. The hope is that when the ribbons of these prizes are cut, even more friendships are propagated. Please give more attention to these writers. Those who receive this award must choose eight more bloggers who will include this text on their blog with the award."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I do consider bloggy friends to be real friends. It seems that people are a lot more open and honest with the things they share online compared to sitting face-to-face with another. I have no problem telling the complete truth about things in my life, and asking for help from the blogosphere when needed. I hope that the comments I leave on others blogs can provide some humor, help, strength, or inspiration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you again to Heatherlyn for considering me a friend and passing on these awards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I am not going to pick 8 bloggers in particular to give these awards to. I can relate to each and every blog author that I read in some way, therefore, I am passing these awards on to whoever reads this post and considers themselves a friend of the blogger world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NHmtC705WyjIeVJqA-9U2G4Avzg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NHmtC705WyjIeVJqA-9U2G4Avzg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NHmtC705WyjIeVJqA-9U2G4Avzg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/NHmtC705WyjIeVJqA-9U2G4Avzg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Last week Hubbs and I went on the best vacation ever! (The only thing that would have made it better is if Little B. could have been there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we left for Fort Lauderdale, FL. We had an easy flight and found the best airline ever. Jet Blue will be our go to airline from now on. Each seat of the plane has it's own tv, and you get a full soda (not just a little cup of soda), and awesome snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1FAoAef7HGpP7uNw7MlHnA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU6_BMuf7I/AAAAAAAAGqc/JMEd6E4h-S8/s288/100_0430.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our plane. Took this picture because Little B. loves planes. I actually took pictures of every plane we saw so Little B. could have lots to look at. I will spare you the dullness of posting every plane picture I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ozyqCsCyh9MOMM8ZSMhLYQ?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU7bCMCzvI/AAAAAAAAGsQ/XdancndxvYA/s288/100_0447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Here are my motion sickness wrist bands! Like 5 minutes into the flight I was sitting in my seat with the AC on as high as it would go and taking slow, deep breaths trying not to be sick. Within 3 minutes on adorning these bad boys I was feeling great! What a life saver! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QhJrXemDyB1FyDsmUknFwQ?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU7dV74DII/AAAAAAAAGsY/b_FwGofAo8s/s288/100_0448.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Totally awesome snacks! I made a point to look for these Doritos Munchies in the grocery store when we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zPRkEBSpYVLFd2At8F-O-A?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU7ln03PoI/AAAAAAAAGsw/iyLkNltNjxE/s288/100_0456.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I didn't realize that coastal FL was just a bunch of seemingly man-made islands. Kinda cool. I wouldn't want to live here during a hurricane though. God Bless you all living in this area. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RJGPwj7an8I5ydp5vc9jzA?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU7zGAlMVI/AAAAAAAAGtY/ykw6H6k7AY4/s288/100_0466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jason thinks I'm crazy, but I knew you all would appreciate a picture of the bird walking around the Ft. Lauderdale Airport baggage claim area. This bird had a few friends with him and you could almost touch them they were so tame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stayed in Ft. Lauderdale Saturday night so we wouldn't be rushed getting to the port on Sunday. The hotel was nice, we had a room with a king size bed that was like sleeping in heaven. I was having a great night of childless sleep when all of a sudden... there was this sound like the beeping you hear when you put your magnetic room key in the door and it doesn't work. You know, like Beep, beepbeepbeep. I wake up and shake Jason awake thinking someone is trying to break into our room. Protector that my husband is, he gets up to investigate the sound and I see him looking in the closet! "What are you doing? Someone is trying to get in the door." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HAHA jokes on us, the battery must have been going dead in the in-room safe because it started beeping and didn't stop. We ended up moving rooms at 2:30 in the morning. So much for a solid night of sleep. When we woke up a few hours later we discover that our room has no towels, wash cloths, soap, or anything else we need. And the worst! There are TWO packs of DECAF coffee! Not one regular and one decaf like normal!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So we check out, make sure the lady knows we changed rooms and that our new room had no towels, and ... nothing. There were no apologies or refunds! Oh well, no bitching on our part, let it go and get in the van to the port, we are on our way to a great vacation!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table style="WIDTH: auto"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nVoN6dek8nSEIYA6lrqANg?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_9aMqJB_YHZg/SXU-6SXnihI/AAAAAAAAGu0/jDS7iZX0D7c/s288/100_0478.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px; FONT-FAMILY: arial,sans-serif; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/mlwd648/Cruise2009?authkey=88UNfgmtboI&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Cruise2009&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meet the Carnival Freedom Fun Ship! Our home away from home for the next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/?action=view&amp;amp;current=cooltext398641141.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg267/wifeysawyer/cooltext398641141.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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