<?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-8066204083275713959</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:47:16.604-05:00</updated><category term='life'/><category term='Lola'/><title type='text'>Our Crazy Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-4437543536297244025</id><published>2009-05-08T08:27:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T10:54:51.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mani/pedi... is good for the soul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ6COkpsrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jsVRi4R9myk/s1600-h/IMG_0379%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333451668659483314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ6COkpsrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jsVRi4R9myk/s320/IMG_0379%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The text message read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Lauren, I have a big surprise for you after school, be READY". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The return text read: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"mom, I am so excited what is the surprise??". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The text back said:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I am not telling, get ready, and wear flip flops"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A half hour later, one very excited 10 year old, and I went to the new nail salon in town and  got a manicure and pedicure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She picked a dark sparkly pink, exactly the color I knew she would pick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ6an40pWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0qdTdCUIPE/s1600-h/IMG_0382%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333452087771833698" style="WIDTH: 328px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ6an40pWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/o0qdTdCUIPE/s320/IMG_0382%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think she may have enjoyed the massage chair a TINY bit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ7CpRHcKI/AAAAAAAAABE/UMW1f29oALo/s1600-h/IMG_0380%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333452775336931490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ7CpRHcKI/AAAAAAAAABE/UMW1f29oALo/s320/IMG_0380%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't think she minded the manicure either!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgRENz55HwI/AAAAAAAAABM/P_8ZJYzHAZg/s1600-h/IMG_0381%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333462862775525122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgRENz55HwI/AAAAAAAAABM/P_8ZJYzHAZg/s320/IMG_0381%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgREcVHI2CI/AAAAAAAAABU/DK51J_IwZOM/s1600-h/IMG_0383%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333463112207620130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgREcVHI2CI/AAAAAAAAABU/DK51J_IwZOM/s320/IMG_0383%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8066204083275713959-4437543536297244025?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4437543536297244025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=4437543536297244025&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/4437543536297244025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/4437543536297244025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/05/manipedi-is-good-for-soul.html' title='Mani/pedi... is good for the soul!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SgQ6COkpsrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jsVRi4R9myk/s72-c/IMG_0379%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-2776542416404956649</id><published>2009-04-26T14:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T15:38:36.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do they know Jesus?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; was a long one.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jack had pains in his side Monday night.  The stellar mother that I am, sent him to bed and told him it would be better in the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;A doctor visit, cat scan, 3 blood draws, an IV, a long morning and afternoon at the hospital, a rockin case of hives, 2 missed days of work (for me),  3 missed days of school (for him), a 7 year old hopped up on steroids,  threats to duct tape previously named child hopped up on steroids to the kitchen floor, a Town Hall for Hope,  a school carnival, and a weekend full of rain and thunderstorms brings us to Sunday morning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Somehow this morning as we were walking out the door the subject of Jack's cousins came up.  Jack asked--"aren't they going to church?"  Ben and I both replied "no".  Jack, getting more concerned asks "do they ever go to church?"  to which we again replied "no".   The next question really knocked us on our butts,  with wide concerned eyes my sweet 7 year old asks "well, &lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt; they &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; Jesus??"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How do you answer that?  Jack did not stop with do they go to church, because even in his little 7 year old mind he knows that going to church, while good and necessary, does not actually mean that people know Jesus!  While we would  like to think that they did, wish that they did, I know that some don't know Jesus the way my kids do and that is a sad fact.  I am thankful for the awesome and amazing children's program at our church, my own "baby" Christianity,  for my sweet "baby" who is concerned that people know Jesus, and his new favorite song "Jesus Freak"  cuz he don't really care if they find out he's a Jesus freak!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could ask questions like Jack, "do they know Jesus?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today our wonderful Pastor talked about showing others Jesus' love though our actions, no matter where we are, and what may be happening in our lives at the moment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The question I really need to ask myself is "do they see Jesus in me?"  If they can't see Him in me how can I ever expect those who don't know Him, but know me, to ever know Him, even if I say I am a Christian, and I love Jesus CAN THEY SEE HIM IN ME??????  (if that nightmare of a run-on sentence makes any sense?) but somehow I know it will....for those who know Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Actions do speak louder than words, my friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066204083275713959-2776542416404956649?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2776542416404956649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=2776542416404956649&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/2776542416404956649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/2776542416404956649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-they-know-jesus.html' title='Do they know Jesus?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-2644113912346542744</id><published>2009-03-24T13:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T14:25:54.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I sitting in my soft chair?</title><content type='html'>I got a new necklace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE LOVE my new necklace, it came from my dear sweet friend, and was brought back from her trip to Uganda.  I never really thought much about it, except how pretty it is and how much i dig it.  Then a co-worker mentioned that it looked like those paper beads.  huh, I guess it does, maybe it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did a little web surfing and found the website for BeadforLife.  WOWZA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading along, minding my own business, learning about the bead makers, I came across this quote from Namakasa Rose:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She says to everyone who supports BeadforLife, “Thank you for not sitting in your soft chair while I was dying.” "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read it, started to hit the back button, then I read it again, and again, and again.  "WHILE I WAS DYING"  not, "while i was jonesing for McDonalds", not "while I think I need a new purse", not "while i whine about my TINY messy house", not "while I sit in my heated and cooled house with electricity, running water, 4 tvs, internet, flushing toilets, soft bed, food in the fridge, car in the garage, clothes in the dresser (or in laundry baskets all over the living room)".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the land of too much is never enough.  Bigger houses, nicer cars, better clothes and shoes and purses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose just wants to thank us for not sitting on our soft chair while she was dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066204083275713959-2644113912346542744?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2644113912346542744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=2644113912346542744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/2644113912346542744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/2644113912346542744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/am-i-sitting-in-my-soft-chair.html' title='Am I sitting in my soft chair?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-6034197599964069739</id><published>2009-03-17T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T07:29:51.333-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>I know it is St. Patrick's Day but this is a little ridiculous...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good Morning????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-TnQGebBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ij9hCt4bz0c/s1600-h/IMG_0294%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314128387866782738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-TnQGebBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ij9hCt4bz0c/s320/IMG_0294%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-SwckA1VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VHFfOjrNHAg/s1600-h/IMG_0291%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314127446319093074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-SwckA1VI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VHFfOjrNHAg/s320/IMG_0291%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-SHmJC4XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jhvi-shhahE/s1600-h/IMG_0288%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314126744515699058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-SHmJC4XI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jhvi-shhahE/s320/IMG_0288%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I like green. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I support St. Patrick's Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;In my quest for good health I have been back on my smoothie kick (YUM!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Needless to say after seeing the pictures, things did not work out very well this morning. I had the smoothie almost done, added the frozen bananas, and turned my back to rinse out my container, Ben happened to be wallking into the kitchen when it happened and said that it raised about 6 inches off the base and "helicoptered" to it's death on the floor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So, I screamed the obligatory womanly scream, and then grabbed my camera, what else?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I had to call into work (I forgot to take the pics of the smoothie I was wearing in my hair, and all the way down my back), I am out a brand new blender, the jar cracked my floor in the fall, I had to re-shower, bit worst of all I wasted a whole smoothie and have no means to make more this morning. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/8066204083275713959-6034197599964069739?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6034197599964069739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=6034197599964069739&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/6034197599964069739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/6034197599964069739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-it-is-st-patricks-day-but-this.html' title='I know it is St. Patrick&apos;s Day but this is a little ridiculous...'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/Sb-TnQGebBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ij9hCt4bz0c/s72-c/IMG_0294%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-7380274781651958953</id><published>2009-03-14T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T10:45:32.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack in the cookies?</title><content type='html'>I would consider myself a reasonable woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I cannot imagine how I got saddled with an addiction.  An addiction that flares up once a year, makes me hide things from my family, makes me accuse those I love of tampering with my stash, and makes me pine for the same time next year.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout cookie time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can think of (as a reasonable woman of course) is that they put crack in the cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I said it, now if you don't mind I have to wrap this up because I have one more roll of Thin Mints calling my name from the freezer, and I have to eat them in the bathroom where I can lock the door---away from all those prying eyes, and begging lips......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS don't be alarmed if you see me on the street and my teeth are black, my eyes are bloodshot, and fingernails broken---it is only temporary--and thin mint residue :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066204083275713959-7380274781651958953?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7380274781651958953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=7380274781651958953&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/7380274781651958953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/7380274781651958953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/crack-in-cookies.html' title='Crack in the cookies?'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-1911008161589808439</id><published>2009-03-11T20:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:48:30.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We made balls!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SbhiTCPAnTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xLYA0PySRjk/s1600-h/IMG_0267%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312103839640362290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SbhiTCPAnTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xLYA0PySRjk/s320/IMG_0267%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to visit Heth and 3 of the Laundry Pile kids yesterday afternoon.  We made Oreo balls.  They were hideously ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a "ball" making them, even though we (ok, that was all me, Heth was helping Jack with the Wii) destroyed one bowl full of chocolate almond bark in the microwave, tried to use baggies with a hole cut in the corner to "decorate" but only burned our hands and globbed it on, making the ugly even uglier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as ugly as they are they were completely delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good times!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066204083275713959-1911008161589808439?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1911008161589808439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=1911008161589808439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/1911008161589808439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/1911008161589808439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/we-made-balls.html' title='We made balls!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SbhiTCPAnTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xLYA0PySRjk/s72-c/IMG_0267%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-7992690715857696763</id><published>2009-03-10T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:02:25.440-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lola'/><title type='text'>Lola, you naughty little girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SbZxsAFEqII/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCNzGvU2fXM/s1600-h/2571_1124409430794_1243881570_30379348_6574455_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311557811279538306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SbZxsAFEqII/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCNzGvU2fXM/s320/2571_1124409430794_1243881570_30379348_6574455_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My kitty came home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola ran away Thursday night when Melanie and I were at *gasp* Target, TJMaxx and Peppers drinking Starbucks and sorting through the delicious clearance items. I came home to no kitty and one very sad family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was completely heartbroken! Ben felt terribly bad because he was home when she ran away and I was not. Friday at work I was a mess, (I know, it is a cat right??) in fact, Ben and I drove around the neighborhood Friday on my lunch calling for her naughty self. No kitty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kitty on Saturday so I printed lost cat flyers (yes, I totally did), and read up on some British website devoted to finding lost kitties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kitty on Sunday and I was sick in bed, but had the window cracked above my head just in case I heard her meow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No kitty Monday, but Ben and I spent the night listening to my Ipod (on the groovolicious Bose Ipod dock I got with my Christmas money) which is chock full of Casting Crowns, Chris Tomlin, Brandon Heath, Phillips Craig and Dean, and other super music (as all of you know, it is 99% Casting Crowns, all 4 albums including the live versions of 3 :) ok, and some Taylor Swift, Keith Urban, Tim McGraw, Rascal Flatts, Gary Allan, and some various 80's and 90's love songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we sat on the couch like a couple of geeks singing along and even dancing with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Heth is gung ho about this Run Like a Mother race (love ya girl) Mel, Tara, and I decide to start walking at night, starting last night..in the cold..in the rain. The entire walk we call kitty kitty for Lola, trying to decide which name to call as she has so many, incl her nicknames which I will not divulge here in order to protect her dignity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was successful because as Ben opened the door this morning to move his truck from behind my car he was greeted by LOLA!!! YAY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No idea where the little stinker was, but she looks a little skinny and was definitely interested in her food bowl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066204083275713959-7992690715857696763?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7992690715857696763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=7992690715857696763&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/7992690715857696763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/7992690715857696763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/03/lola-you-naughty-little-girl.html' title='Lola, you naughty little girl!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dYoBx4joyW0/SbZxsAFEqII/AAAAAAAAAAM/UCNzGvU2fXM/s72-c/2571_1124409430794_1243881570_30379348_6574455_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8066204083275713959.post-8491612591137234539</id><published>2009-03-02T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:00:00.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I give in!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been resisting the blog movement for almost a year now, and my resistance is beat down. I give in! So here it is, my lame life, probably a lame blog from a lame girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog day number one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Profound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8066204083275713959-8491612591137234539?l=our-crazie-life.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8491612591137234539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8066204083275713959&amp;postID=8491612591137234539&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/8491612591137234539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8066204083275713959/posts/default/8491612591137234539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://our-crazie-life.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-give-in.html' title='I give in!'/><author><name>Nicole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11710418015856580573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
