<?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-36637983</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:06:58.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-9195709676986186221</id><published>2007-03-26T09:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T09:04:26.031-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW BLOG</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m sad to say this is my last post....well, on here anyway!  I now have a new blog hosted by &lt;a href="http://www.casadeblundell.com"&gt;www.casadeblundell.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s still Vertigo but it looks a little different and has a new address.  My new blog is &lt;a href="http://www.casadeblundell.com/laurie"&gt;www.casadeblundell.com/laurie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;p&gt;Check it out and let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-9195709676986186221?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/9195709676986186221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=9195709676986186221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/9195709676986186221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/9195709676986186221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-blog.html' title='NEW BLOG'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-922035382495084809</id><published>2007-03-25T00:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T00:50:01.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Day</title><content type='html'>Today was a workday at the Treadaway's (the pastor of Encounter where Jonathan and I go).  And boy was it a work day!  I have sore muscles that I didn't even know I had....I'm sore from my big toe to my fingertips.  I spent the majority of the morning and afternoon laying tile in the living room and kitchen, with the help of others of course (Amber and Shari).  The outside of the house was also repainted by Miguel, and it looks excellent!  Shane took on the job of building all new kitchen drawers, Jonathan and Josh were in charge of all the tile work and cutting tile to custom fit in certain areas.  None of the tile work would be done without much help from the "scrapers" who spent all day on their hands and knees scraping up old adhesive..and that was a task.  Dennise and others were out in the yard cutting down an old, big tree and cleaning up ivey throughout the yard while Marni, beth, Shalyn and others were busy in the house cleaning up bathrooms and vaccuming.  Sarah and Marni brought all the helpings and goodies for lunch and Sally, Jose and Mr. and Mrs. Perez  (jose's parents) cooked us some wonderful fajitas, rice and beans for dinner.  Overall it was a very productive day and I was excited to be a part of it.  This whole project started out as an idea in a small community group as a way to help Brian and his family and repay him for all his hard work and dedication to the church.  It's amazing to see God's handywork in this and see how He brings the community together.  There were probably a total of 30 people that came out to help and the majority of them were not in the small group that took on this project.  The love of friends is evident in this group and everone has such a big heart for serving our Lord and others.  Of course I have pictures to show for the day but due to wanting to keep the hosue a suprise until the Treadaway's see it, your going to have to wait until Tuesday to see them...come back for more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-922035382495084809?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/922035382495084809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=922035382495084809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/922035382495084809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/922035382495084809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/work-day.html' title='Work Day'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-7743401112181612585</id><published>2007-03-22T21:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:31.129-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRNZDBJCI/AAAAAAAAABs/pzIG1yUzteU/s1600-h/jonathan-gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRNZDBJCI/AAAAAAAAABs/pzIG1yUzteU/s320/jonathan-gate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044965298088780834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRNpDBJDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZyywCaTgPvc/s1600-h/mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRNpDBJDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZyywCaTgPvc/s320/mirror.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044965302383748146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRN5DBJEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FqtISrsR9FM/s1600-h/batterup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRN5DBJEI/AAAAAAAAAB8/FqtISrsR9FM/s320/batterup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044965306678715458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, i'm working on putting together a slide show to show at our rehersal dinner and wedding reception.  I got a bunch of pictures of jonathan growing up from his mom the other day and since he posted some pictures of me, it's my turn to post them of him. These are two of my favorites and the third one--well, I just couldn't resist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-7743401112181612585?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/7743401112181612585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=7743401112181612585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/7743401112181612585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/7743401112181612585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RgNRNZDBJCI/AAAAAAAAABs/pzIG1yUzteU/s72-c/jonathan-gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-7206777527796008803</id><published>2007-03-15T21:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T21:06:36.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>YUMMY</title><content type='html'>This close to their wedding, most brides would be watching everything that goes into their mouths and working out probably everyday.  Well, not this bride--I just had some delicious chedder fries and a juicy hamburger from Snuffers and then went and had some cookies at my parents house.  I'll watch everything that goes into my mouth just like other soon to be brides...then I feel it go into my tummy!  And tomorrow i'm gonna eat cake!  Fitting into a dress is highly overrated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-7206777527796008803?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/7206777527796008803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=7206777527796008803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/7206777527796008803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/7206777527796008803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/yummy.html' title='YUMMY'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-3798772961495154637</id><published>2007-03-15T06:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T06:35:36.401-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalizing</title><content type='html'>Last night my mom, Jennifer (my sister-in-law) and myself sat around my&lt;br&gt;parents kitchen table and addressed about 90 to 95 wedding invitations. &lt;br&gt;And when I say &amp;quot;we&amp;quot; addressed them, I really mean Jennifer--I wasn&amp;#39;t&lt;br&gt;allowed to write on them....apparently &amp;quot;I have the medical brain so I&lt;br&gt;write like a doctor--which means it&amp;#39;s not readable&amp;quot;.  I would agree with&lt;br&gt;this statement, my handwriting isn&amp;#39;t that great but it&amp;#39;s just because I&lt;br&gt;write so fast...my brain thinks so fast and if I don&amp;#39;t write it as fast&lt;br&gt;as I think it, I&amp;#39;ll forget it.  Anyway--we did make a dent in the number&lt;br&gt;of invitations we have to address...I think we are about * way done,&lt;br&gt;Maybe.  &lt;p&gt;We are also putting the finishing touches on things and making sure&lt;br&gt;they are all in order.  We (my mom) met with the caterer last week and&lt;br&gt;got all that settled and we met with the florist a couple of weeks ago&lt;br&gt;and got all the flowers picked out and ordered.  Let me tell you, I&amp;#39;m&lt;br&gt;tired of making decisions....I&amp;#39;m to the point now that I don&amp;#39;t want to&lt;br&gt;make another decision.  My poor mom, I told her that she can make all&lt;br&gt;the decisions from this point on...If she likes it, I will like&lt;br&gt;it--let&amp;#39;s hope!  I went out to the Arboretum about a week or two ago and&lt;br&gt;did  my bridal portraits.  It was a very windy day and a little on the&lt;br&gt;cool side. Although we have done a lot, there is still a lot to be done!&lt;br&gt;Let the planning continue.  44 more Days!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-3798772961495154637?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/3798772961495154637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=3798772961495154637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3798772961495154637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3798772961495154637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/finalizing.html' title='Finalizing'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-6203078285629935542</id><published>2007-03-14T12:29:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T12:38:25.211-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Photos</title><content type='html'>I just uploaded about 200 pictures yesterday to my flickr account.  It&amp;#39;s a bunch of pictures from Jake&amp;#39;s 6th birthday party, Jake&amp;#39;s gymnastics meet, Brad and Tami&amp;#39;s Birthday bash and some pictures of a couple of showers for me and Jonathan. &lt;p&gt;Check them out here:   &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/20595264@N00/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/20595264@N00/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-6203078285629935542?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/6203078285629935542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=6203078285629935542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/6203078285629935542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/6203078285629935542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-photos.html' title='New Photos'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-1912661332723972797</id><published>2007-03-08T19:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:31.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL DONE!</title><content type='html'>I just completed re-finishing Jonathan's dresser to match the rest of my furniture.  Here are some pictures I took along the way....I think it looks pretty good if you don't mind me saying so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC9yRJ0Q_I/AAAAAAAAABU/x-69Pptvdeg/s1600-h/IMG_0765.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC9yRJ0Q_I/AAAAAAAAABU/x-69Pptvdeg/s320/IMG_0765.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039736654323270642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC90hJ0RAI/AAAAAAAAABc/R_aCnxwAVBk/s1600-h/IMG_0779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC90hJ0RAI/AAAAAAAAABc/R_aCnxwAVBk/s320/IMG_0779.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039736692977976322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                            DURING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC90xJ0RBI/AAAAAAAAABk/woNSKqtMQpA/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC90xJ0RBI/AAAAAAAAABk/woNSKqtMQpA/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039736697272943634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                           AFTER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-1912661332723972797?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/1912661332723972797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=1912661332723972797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/1912661332723972797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/1912661332723972797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/finished.html' title='ALL DONE!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RfC9yRJ0Q_I/AAAAAAAAABU/x-69Pptvdeg/s72-c/IMG_0765.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-437537290381653451</id><published>2007-03-07T08:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T08:46:49.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas came early this year!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I received mine and Jonathan&amp;#39;s wedding present to each other.  I went to my parents house after work, and with much anticipation there it was, the wonderful box filled with goodies.  We both love photography and thought it would be a great investment to buy a nice camera.  So we said, why not just make the camera a wedding present and we can both enjoy it.  Now, when I say &amp;quot;our&amp;quot; camera, I really mean &amp;quot;my&amp;quot; camera that he can borrow! I&amp;#39;m totally kidding, but he will have to pry it out of my hands to use it, I&amp;#39;m not gonna lie, I can be a camera hog...as long as Im the one taking the pictures and not in the picture.&lt;p&gt;So I opened up the box and there was the beautiful Nikon D50 with 2 lenses, an HD wide angle lens, a tripod, filters and carrying case.  I had some fun last night taking pictures...one lens gets you so close to your subject you can get an up the nose photo--don&amp;#39;t worry I won&amp;#39;t do that to you.  Of course Presley was the main subject of my pictures last night, but I did get some other shots as well.  I love figuring out all the cool little tricks to photography.  I&amp;#39;m sure you&amp;#39;ll get to see plenty of our pictures we take on here.  &lt;p&gt;There is just something about capturing a moment and keeping it as a memory forever.  I love having pictures of occasions or just everyday randomness (if that&amp;#39;s even a word) that you can pull out whenever you want to and reminisce.  I have pictures of ski trips and mission trips to Mexico and Honduras from high school and I love looking at them and remembering the fun times we had back then.  I&amp;#39;ve taken many pictures of my niece and nephew over the last couple of years,  its fun to see them as they get older and see how much they change.  &lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m warning all of you right now--I&amp;#39;m about to go picture CRAZY!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-437537290381653451?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/437537290381653451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=437537290381653451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/437537290381653451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/437537290381653451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/03/christmas-came-early-this-year.html' title='Christmas came early this year!!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-3801418777372659640</id><published>2007-02-28T22:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:32.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/ReZaMpwJvNI/AAAAAAAAABI/-JOLqUK79hc/s1600-h/getmsg_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/ReZaMpwJvNI/AAAAAAAAABI/-JOLqUK79hc/s320/getmsg_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036812406673226962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture pretty much sums up yesterday for me--just substitute the cigarettes for chocolate and the prozac for a massage and it will all be okay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in the phrase "Bridezilla" until yesterday.  I can honestly say that yesterday was one of the worst days I have had in a very, very long time (I'm talking years).  It started out at 4:45am when my alarm went off, I woke up just as tired as I was when I went to sleep...work was pretty bad, by 10:00 I had 2 nurses gripe me out for no apparent reason-I though I was being very nice and considerate.  (I'm assuming they just let their frustration out on me for something else that was going on).  Among other things, It was just a bad day at work overall.  Next we had a "miss-communication" about living arrangements when Jonathan and I get married (long story).  I basically just feel like I have lived out of boxes since last May when I moved out of my old apartment and haven't had a true "home".  I'm ready to feel at home again somewhere!  Anyway, back to the story...lastly, I was just frustrated with my heart problems...I hadn't felt good for a couple of days and it finally just caught up with me yesterday and felt REALLY bad. But I'm going to see my cardiologist on Friday morning to pray it goes well and we might get this thing finally figured out and under control.  I know a lot of people who have more things to be stressed out about than me so I know I will be ok and--this too will pass!  Now, I wouldn't say that I was a bridezilla by any means, just stressed out and probably griped out a few people who are closest to me.  So I'm sorry if I did get testy with anyone yesterday, I truly didn't mean it and my frustration just happened to be aimed at you at that moment.  PLEASE forgive me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-3801418777372659640?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/3801418777372659640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=3801418777372659640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3801418777372659640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3801418777372659640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/ReZaMpwJvNI/AAAAAAAAABI/-JOLqUK79hc/s72-c/getmsg_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-1546034083972003246</id><published>2007-02-27T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:50:29.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Alone</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a CD on my way to work this morning and one of my favorite songs came on...Never Alone by Barlow Girl.  If you haven't heard it before I suggest you try to find it and listen to it.  Here are the lyrics to the song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you today&lt;br /&gt;But you didn't show&lt;br /&gt;No no.&lt;br /&gt;I needed you today&lt;br /&gt;So where did you go?&lt;br /&gt;You told me to call&lt;br /&gt;Said you'd be there&lt;br /&gt;And though I haven't seen you &lt;br /&gt;Are you still there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;I cried out with no reply&lt;br /&gt;And I can't feel you by my side&lt;br /&gt;So I'll hold tight to what I know&lt;br /&gt;You're here and I'm never alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I cannot see you&lt;br /&gt;And I can't explain why&lt;br /&gt;Such a deep reassurance &lt;br /&gt;You've placed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;We cannot separate&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're part of me.&lt;br /&gt;And though you're invisible&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust the unseen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song because it is a reminder of how much Christ loves us and will always be there for us.  It basically says that when we talk to Christ and don't hear him reply it's because our walk with Him isn't as close as it should be.  He is always there and will always hear us, we just may not hear Him...that's when we need to strengthen our relationship.  On the flip side, at times, He may be silent in our lives, and it isn't necessarily because we aren't close enough with Him.  I heard someone say something a while back at a conference... he said, "When Christ is silent, He is not still."  Just because Christ isn't talking to you He is still showing you things and working in your life.  Anyway, back to the song above...the part that I love the most is when it says "And though you're invisible, I'll trust the unseen." So even though you can't hear Him, He's there and just trust the unseen! Simply put--Have Faith!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-1546034083972003246?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/1546034083972003246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=1546034083972003246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/1546034083972003246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/1546034083972003246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/never-alone.html' title='Never Alone'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-6531963626160097220</id><published>2007-02-27T17:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T17:48:25.934-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW</title><content type='html'>I never thought the day would come where I would have to ask "Permission" from someone else to spend my money...well, okay so it's not entirely ALL my money.  Jonathan and I just made a pretty good sized purchase and before I could buy it I had to ask him if it was okay--Wow, I can feel my independence slipping away.  I am a pretty independent person and always have been, but it just dawned on me the other day that in about 2 months, I'm about to lose some of that.  I guess that comes with the territory huh.  But I would rather be married with less independence than single with all the independence in the world.  I'm sure there's a lot more that I'm going to have to get use to though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-6531963626160097220?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/6531963626160097220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=6531963626160097220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/6531963626160097220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/6531963626160097220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/wow.html' title='WOW'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-3182877429662760849</id><published>2007-02-19T10:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T10:35:29.394-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Check It Out!</title><content type='html'>Jonathan and I just went live with our wedding website. Check it out&lt;br&gt;sometime - &lt;a href="http://www.casadeblundell.com"&gt;www.casadeblundell.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;We also both have new email addreses through this domain.&lt;br&gt;laurie@casadeblundell.com &lt;br&gt;jonathan@casadeblundell.com &lt;p&gt;Jonathan&amp;#39;s blog has already moved to this location and mine will be&lt;br&gt;soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.casadeblundell.com/jonathan"&gt;www.casadeblundell.com/jonathan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-3182877429662760849?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/3182877429662760849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=3182877429662760849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3182877429662760849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3182877429662760849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/check-it-out.html' title='Check It Out!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-7525677492262633741</id><published>2007-02-13T17:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:43:01.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Service</title><content type='html'>I got this in an email today and couldn't help but share it.  It is hilarious and I can just picture this happening at church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Sunday morning, the pastor  noticed little Alex standing in the  &lt;br /&gt;foyer of the church staring up at a  large plaque. It was covered with  &lt;br /&gt;names with small American  flags mounted on either side of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seven year old had been  staring at the plaque for some time, so  &lt;br /&gt;the pastor walked up, stood beside  the little boy, and said quietly,  &lt;br /&gt;"Good morning Alex."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning  Pastor," he replied, still focused  &lt;br /&gt;on the  plaque. "Pastor, what is  this?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pastor said, "Well, son, it's a memorial  to all the young men and  &lt;br /&gt;women who died in the service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soberly,  they just stood together, staring at the large plaque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, little  Alex's voice, barely audible and trembling with fear,  &lt;br /&gt;asked,   "Which service, the 9:45 or the 11:15 ?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-7525677492262633741?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/7525677492262633741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=7525677492262633741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/7525677492262633741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/7525677492262633741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/service.html' title='Service'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-3247005013456821784</id><published>2007-02-12T22:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T00:16:33.065-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Engagement Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RdFBsAEUTqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f7emefNBldM/s1600-h/387948470_840770a68b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RdFBsAEUTqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f7emefNBldM/s320/387948470_840770a68b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030874482937712290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I went to Las Colinas yesterday and took some engagement pictures.  These are two of my favorites but you can check out Jonathans Flickr page to see the rest of them.  Enjoy!  &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/sets/72157594531671123/"&gt;Jonathan's Flickr page&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RdFA3QEUTpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kPMzT5f1Kyg/s1600-h/387950020_d8e06b0285_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RdFA3QEUTpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kPMzT5f1Kyg/s320/387950020_d8e06b0285_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030873576699612818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-3247005013456821784?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/3247005013456821784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=3247005013456821784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3247005013456821784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/3247005013456821784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/engagement-pictures.html' title='Engagement Pictures'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/RdFBsAEUTqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/f7emefNBldM/s72-c/387948470_840770a68b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117094518862592031</id><published>2007-02-08T08:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:33:08.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old to New</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;As some of you know, I love to re-do old furniture and make it look all&lt;br /&gt;pretty again. I have re-finished a lot of my furniture and I decided to&lt;br /&gt;re-finish a dresser that Jonathan had so it would match the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;furniture.  Well, I started on it yesterday and forgot how much work you&lt;br /&gt;have to put into it.  I just got the drawers sanded and that took a lot&lt;br /&gt;of work.  Granted it probably took more work than necessary because the&lt;br /&gt;type A personality and perfectionist in me was coming out.  That and I&lt;br /&gt;had a dog circling me and barking at the sander the whole time.  But I&lt;br /&gt;still love to do it...there's just something about taking something that&lt;br /&gt;has been beat up or is just old and making it look new again. I'll show&lt;br /&gt;you pictures when I'm all finished with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117094518862592031?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117094518862592031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117094518862592031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117094518862592031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117094518862592031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-to-new.html' title='Old to New'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117094465207134999</id><published>2007-02-08T08:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-08T08:24:12.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Says</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Okay I'm not normally the one to like put downs or anything like that&lt;br /&gt;but when you're watching American Idol you can't help but laugh at some&lt;br /&gt;of the things Simon says to the contestants. Here are just a few of the&lt;br /&gt;funnies from this season so far.  To make them even funnier you have to&lt;br /&gt;say them with a British accent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"We could have had breakfast, lunch, dinner, flew back to LA, come back&lt;br /&gt;again and you'd have still been singing that song, it's like&lt;br /&gt;never-ending."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"Sandie, I didn't understand a word of that ... literally [it was] like&lt;br /&gt;some language I've never heard in my life." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Simon: "What normally happens when you sing in public, Deborah?"&lt;br /&gt;Deborah: "I've had a few people cry."&lt;br /&gt;Simon: "I can believe that."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"You sounded like Cher after she's been to the dentist."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"You are fabulous but it was the singing that was slightly&lt;br /&gt;off-putting."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"Unfortunately, not a note is in tune."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"I have got no idea what this show is any more. I'm serious. I've got&lt;br /&gt;you standing in front of me looking like some Easter Bunny nightmare&lt;br /&gt;experiment."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"You look like one of those creatures that live in the jungle with&lt;br /&gt;those massive eyes."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"What I wanted was apple pie on its own. Instead I've got apple pie and&lt;br /&gt;a gallon of cream on top."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"I'm not sure I would have chosen a song saying 'I want to go home&lt;br /&gt;tonight,' Elliott, not the smartest lyric in the world."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"It's like you've gone to Dolly Parton School the way you look&lt;br /&gt;tonight."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;But he can also dish out compliments:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"You walk in here with no confidence and no attitude and yet you are a&lt;br /&gt;brilliant singer. . . . You are in the top 2% of good singers this&lt;br /&gt;year."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"Alaina, I thought that was really, really, really great. I like you a&lt;br /&gt;lot."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"I thought it was very good, excellent choice of song. Reminded me of&lt;br /&gt;early Dionne Warwick, I thought."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117094465207134999?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117094465207134999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117094465207134999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117094465207134999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117094465207134999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/simon-says.html' title='Simon Says'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117086550570588314</id><published>2007-02-07T10:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T10:25:05.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;My Wife at Jiffy Lube&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/t_EtmRvlmX0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/t_EtmRvlmX0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I always hate driving into the garages when I get my oil changed because of the big whole in the ground.  Now I understand why the employees always offer to drive it in for you.  Hopefully this never happens to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117086550570588314?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117086550570588314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117086550570588314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117086550570588314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117086550570588314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-wife-at-jiffy-lube-i-always-hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117086306425083225</id><published>2007-02-07T09:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:44:24.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alterations</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So  my dress came in about a month ago and when I tried it on I couldn't&lt;br /&gt;zip it up all the way....because I'm a McFatty! Just kidding, somehow my&lt;br /&gt;dress was made a little too small.  So I went and had my alterations&lt;br /&gt;done yesterday and hopefully I'll be able to breathe when I zip the&lt;br /&gt;dress up.  Actually, I'm just thankful that I will be able to zip it up&lt;br /&gt;all the way.  Let me tell you, alterations aren't cheap either! But then&lt;br /&gt;again, nothing about a wedding is cheap.  Now let's just hope my dress&lt;br /&gt;is finished in time for my bridal portraits, and it fits!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117086306425083225?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117086306425083225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117086306425083225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117086306425083225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117086306425083225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/alterations.html' title='Alterations'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117068976366843480</id><published>2007-02-05T09:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:36:03.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I think I have, or will have, the record for moving the most in one&lt;br /&gt;year.  Let's see, From this time last year, I moved from my apartment&lt;br /&gt;with Jen to a house with two other friends, from that house to a new&lt;br /&gt;house my friend bought.  Then this weekend I just moved in with my&lt;br /&gt;brother in Forney for a coule of months before the wedding.  Then in 3&lt;br /&gt;months I will be moving to Waxahachie then 3 months later when the lease&lt;br /&gt;is up on Jonathan's loft we will be moving again! That will make 5 moves&lt;br /&gt;in 1 year, wow.  The good part about that is that with each move I get&lt;br /&gt;rid of more and more stuff. I will say that it comes to a point where&lt;br /&gt;you are tired of living with half of your stuff in storage or at least&lt;br /&gt;not with you.  My brother has been gracisously storing a lot of my&lt;br /&gt;things at his house and now I finally get to live where all of my&lt;br /&gt;belongings are...but they are still all in boxes and will remain that&lt;br /&gt;way until May. Ok, I feel like I'm talking in circles so the point to&lt;br /&gt;this is that I am sick of moving and I'm ready to just buy a house and&lt;br /&gt;stay there for a REALLY REALLY long time!  Oh and we (Jonathan and me)&lt;br /&gt;calculated it and it's going to cost us roughly $15 in gas every time we&lt;br /&gt;want to see eachother.  So by the time we get to eachothers place we've&lt;br /&gt;already spent the money we were going to when we went out. GEEZE...but I&lt;br /&gt;guess it doesn't help that neither one of us have a car that gets good&lt;br /&gt;gas mileage  Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike traffic and that I&lt;br /&gt;think the majority of American's spend probably a total of 10-15 hours&lt;br /&gt;in traffic a week. That's just wrong I tell you, wrong. I took me over&lt;br /&gt;an hour to get to work this morning--too long!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117068976366843480?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117068976366843480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117068976366843480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117068976366843480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117068976366843480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117043913346180667</id><published>2007-02-02T11:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T11:58:53.623-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Have you ever felt like your life was stuck in a rut, you just do the&lt;br /&gt;same thing day in and day out.  Well, mine is anything but that right&lt;br /&gt;now.  But I have felt like that before and thought to myself, "What is&lt;br /&gt;the one thing, or maybe two things, that I could do and be the&lt;br /&gt;happiest?" Not necessarily for a job or pay or anything - money or time&lt;br /&gt;is no object. &lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I have talked about this before and besides the obvious of&lt;br /&gt;being a spouse and parent I would have to say that if I could do&lt;br /&gt;anything at all and it would make me the happiest in life, I would work&lt;br /&gt;in a childrens home and just love the kids who don't have parents. I&lt;br /&gt;have a huge passion to go to Russia and work in an orphanage (short-term&lt;br /&gt;of course).  But there are just as many parentless kids in America. &lt;br /&gt;Every child needs to feel the love of a parent or a parent figure. They&lt;br /&gt;simply need to feel loved! I would also work for Habbitat For Humanity&lt;br /&gt;building houses.  I love the fact that I can use my hands and my&lt;br /&gt;abilities to help build someone else a house. What would you do, what&lt;br /&gt;would make you the absolute happiest in life?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117043913346180667?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117043913346180667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117043913346180667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117043913346180667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117043913346180667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-to-do.html' title='What To Do'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117025945589762110</id><published>2007-01-31T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T10:04:15.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WINTER</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;It's snowing!!! I can't believe we actually had a winter this year. &lt;br /&gt;Normally it's warm during our winter so I am very excited that we are&lt;br /&gt;truly having a winter! I could just sit by the window and watch the snow&lt;br /&gt;fall but unfortunately I have to work....can't we just tell the patients&lt;br /&gt;that we are busy watching these white pieces of heaven fall from the&lt;br /&gt;sky. Oh well, back to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117025945589762110?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117025945589762110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117025945589762110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117025945589762110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117025945589762110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/winter.html' title='WINTER'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-117017800274599602</id><published>2007-01-30T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:26:42.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life @ Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I was just told yesterday that I have to do a short lecture on Friday&lt;br /&gt;morning at work over complicated exercise testing.  All four of us have&lt;br /&gt;a different aspect of testing that we are covering.  I get the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;of covering CO2 production and minute ventilation.  &lt;br /&gt;Some people have wondered what I do now in my new position at&lt;br /&gt;Children's so  you can have some kind of clue as to what I do in the&lt;br /&gt;pulmonary physiology lab (a recent name change of the lab) here is part&lt;br /&gt;of what I will be talking about on Friday:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;CO2 output (VCO2) during exercise is determined by factors similar to&lt;br /&gt;those that govern O2 uptake: cardiac output, CO2-carrying capacity of&lt;br /&gt;the blood, and tissue exchange are major determinants.  However, because&lt;br /&gt;CO2 is much more soluble in tissues and blood, CO2 output measured at&lt;br /&gt;the mouth is more strongly dependant on ventilation that on VO2 (oxygen&lt;br /&gt;consumption). In addition to this, because dissolved CO2 is a weak acid,&lt;br /&gt;the body uses CO2 regulation to compensate for acute metabolic acidosis,&lt;br /&gt;which affects the pattern of VCO2 as work intensity increases above the&lt;br /&gt;point of anaerobic metabolism.......During progressive exercise VO2&lt;br /&gt;increases nearly as much as does VO2 over the lower work rate range,&lt;br /&gt;with an average VCO2-VO2 relationship of slightly less than 1.0. It&lt;br /&gt;should be recognized that the slope of the VCO2-versus VO2  relationship&lt;br /&gt;is not equal to the respiratory exchange ratio, as the relationship&lt;br /&gt;usually has a small positive intercept on the VO2 axis.....VE has been&lt;br /&gt;demonstrated to be closely proportionally coupled to VCO2 during&lt;br /&gt;exercise, it is useful to analyze Ve in relation to VCO2......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So what are your thoughts on this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-117017800274599602?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/117017800274599602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=117017800274599602' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117017800274599602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/117017800274599602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-life-work.html' title='My Life @ Work'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116983018199707824</id><published>2007-01-26T10:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T17:43:56.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rambling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Many people I talk to say that I am a closed book, or atleast&lt;br /&gt;not an open book.  I will agree with this, but mainly because I'm not just&lt;br /&gt;going to spill my life to someone.  If anyone wants to know anything&lt;br /&gt;about me they can ask, I don't mind answering anything at all!  All this&lt;br /&gt;to say it's just not me to open up to people a lot.  Recently I've had a&lt;br /&gt;lot of people tell me that they know me but they don't KNOW me.  Well, I&lt;br /&gt;don't know how to help you but this might be a good start:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm a city girl and love living in the big city, but I'm a country girl at heart! (I'm a big Texan) I love country music but secretely like some&lt;br /&gt;Rap music (sshhh, it's our secret), I love Ice Cream and brownies, I&lt;br /&gt;like the smell of rain but love the smell of snow.  I like the smell of&lt;br /&gt;exhaust from cars in the winter because it reminds me of the cold and&lt;br /&gt;snow.  One of my favorite songs is The Way You Look Tonight.  I believe in forgiveness.  I would live in the mountains with snow if I could, but at the same time I would live in NYC. I like to walk anywhere I go but people&lt;br /&gt;look at you funny so I end up driving.  I love animals and will always&lt;br /&gt;miss my beloved Rat Terrier Annie, but I love my new doggy Presley too. &lt;br /&gt;I like Elvis Presley, don't ask why because I can't tell you. I love Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Pepper but can't drink it, potato casserole is my favorite food, I like&lt;br /&gt;cherry cordials and maraschino cherries. My favorite color is&lt;br /&gt;orange (burnt not neon), I'm a hopeless romantic at heart, I wish I had&lt;br /&gt;a voice to sing or the talent to play the piano, I love to sing in my&lt;br /&gt;car (you'll never hear me sing out loud)... I bust out in song like the&lt;br /&gt;best of them. I love the smell of fresh cut grass.  I love the feel of sand on my bare feet.  My niece and nephew are my two most favorite kids in the&lt;br /&gt;whole world. I want to adopt a kid from Russia, I want four kids (i&lt;br /&gt;might change my mind after the 1st one).  My fingernails are always blue--don't let that freak you out. I am engaged. I'm marrying a 6 foot 5 inch guy, yes that's 13 inches taller than me! I love to be the photographer.  I&lt;br /&gt;like chick flicks but also action movies, I don't like scary movies, I&lt;br /&gt;think they are stupid. I like to watch Disney channel, there's just&lt;br /&gt;something about nice clean family shows.  But I also LOVE Grey's Anatomy and ER.  Friends is my most favorite show ever. I like to go shopping&lt;br /&gt;but don't over spend (most of the time), I like root beer floats, I hate&lt;br /&gt;working out.  I like riding my bike and roller blading.  I love to&lt;br /&gt;snowboard, even after breaking my tailbone doing so.  I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;to snow ski, I can't get up on the wake board when I go out on the lake.&lt;br /&gt; I love to drive but hate paying for gas. I like to go to the dog park&lt;br /&gt;and watch all the dogs.  I love to people watch and listen to their&lt;br /&gt;conversations.  I will just sit there and add my own monologue to&lt;br /&gt;peoples hand gestures when I can't hear what they are saying.  I will do&lt;br /&gt;the same thing to dogs in a backyard or at the dog park (I've told you&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy). I love Christ and live for Him everyday.  My favorite trip&lt;br /&gt;I've ever gone on is a missions trip to Mexico the summer before my&lt;br /&gt;senior year of high school (long live the 3 amigas!) I will forever&lt;br /&gt;remember my high school group at church. I don't like it when people&lt;br /&gt;look at me or blow in my face or basically in my general direction.  But&lt;br /&gt;I have to have a fan blowing on my face at night--go figure.  I love to&lt;br /&gt;have my back scratched.  I love the sound of rain on the window. I'm scared to&lt;br /&gt;death of fires and tornadoes--so scared I should probably seek counseling.  I don't like thunderstorms.  I hate to&lt;br /&gt;stay by myself at night. I'm not afraid of death, but I am afraid of&lt;br /&gt;leaving people I love behind.  My family is the best (Medlins included)&lt;br /&gt;and my new soon to be family is also the best (Lehmanns included) ;) &lt;br /&gt;I'm a grouch if I don't get my sleep..a girl needs her beauty sleep.  I&lt;br /&gt;don't like to bother people, if I feel bad I probably won't say&lt;br /&gt;anything--why should my problems be put on someone else.  If I pass out&lt;br /&gt;I'll just get back up and get back to what I was doing...even if I'm at&lt;br /&gt;work. I'm scared to death that I'm gonna pass out at my wedding-haha. &lt;br /&gt;When I'm mad I like to be by myself---it's not that often though.  I&lt;br /&gt;hate conflict or arguments.  I'm a people pleaser and that gets you into&lt;br /&gt;trouble sometimes.  I have to have a night of doing nothing at all once&lt;br /&gt;a week.  I don't like to be too busy you don't have enough time for&lt;br /&gt;loved ones.  I love science and physics.  I hate math.  I work to live,&lt;br /&gt;not live to work.  I HATE mushrooms and am allergic to seafood.  I don't&lt;br /&gt;like tomatoes but like tomato paste, I don't like peaches but I like&lt;br /&gt;peach flavor.  it irritates me when people smack, if I ever do please&lt;br /&gt;smack me! I have 3 brothers and 1 sister (technically 2 brothers). I miss my grandparents and wished I got to&lt;br /&gt;know them better. I'm a goofball when you really get to know me.  I wish&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have to take medication everyday.  I like giving hugs but&lt;br /&gt;probably won't initiate one.  I'm a woman of few words--if you could&lt;br /&gt;only see inside my brain soo many thoughts. I laugh at myself- A LOT. I love to re-finish furniture.  If I could, i would quit my job and volunteer for Habitat&lt;br /&gt;For Humanity helping with the houses. I want to open a doggy daycare&lt;br /&gt;someday (doubt it will ever happen).  I'm not a morning person but once&lt;br /&gt;I take my shower I'm usually okay. I like to dance to music but you will&lt;br /&gt;never see that.  I love to observe things and watch peoples behaviors. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;pheww...did you get all that.  There's more where that came from but I think this is all you can handle now. I told you it was a rambling!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116983018199707824?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116983018199707824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116983018199707824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116983018199707824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116983018199707824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/rambling.html' title='Rambling'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116981873402237683</id><published>2007-01-26T07:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T07:38:54.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>smells</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So why is it that when you smell certain things it brings back a memory.&lt;br /&gt; I can smell this certain smell and it brings back memories a christmas&lt;br /&gt;morning like 20 or 21 years ago.  I can't describe this smell, but it is&lt;br /&gt;very specific and I know when I smell it. I was driving to work this&lt;br /&gt;morning and there it was, this smell, and all of a sudden I thought of&lt;br /&gt;Christmas when I was like 4. Well if you are wondering why this happens,&lt;br /&gt;here's the reason. Although I'm sure it's more scientific than most of&lt;br /&gt;you would like...sorry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Inside your nose about the level of your eyes, is a small patch of&lt;br /&gt;tissue containing millions of nerve cells. The odor receptors (sensors)&lt;br /&gt;lie on these nerve cells. Each of the receptors recognizes several&lt;br /&gt;odors, and likewise a single odor could be recognized by several&lt;br /&gt;receptors. So, similar to codes, what happens is that different&lt;br /&gt;combinations of the 1,000 receptors result in our ability to identify&lt;br /&gt;10,000 different odors.  The process that takes place is pretty complex.&lt;br /&gt;After an odor molecule enters the nose and are recognized by the&lt;br /&gt;olfactory sensors, the signals are eventually sent to the olfactory bulb&lt;br /&gt;that is located right above the eyes. The signals only go to two areas&lt;br /&gt;in the olfactory bulb, and signals from different sensors are targeted&lt;br /&gt;to different spots that then form a sensory map. From there the signals&lt;br /&gt;reach the olfactory area of the cortex (smell sensory cortex).  An&lt;br /&gt;important quality of the olfactory system is that information travels&lt;br /&gt;both to the limbic system and cortex. The limbic system is the primitive&lt;br /&gt;part of the brain that include areas that control emotions, memory and&lt;br /&gt;behavior. In comparison the cortex is the outer part of the brain that&lt;br /&gt;has to do with conscious thought. In addition to these two areas,&lt;br /&gt;information also travels to the taste sensory cortex to create the sense&lt;br /&gt;of flavor. Because olfactory information goes to both the primitive and&lt;br /&gt;complex part of the brain it effects our actions in more ways than we&lt;br /&gt;think.&lt;br /&gt;Many people wonder how certain smells able to trigger memories of&lt;br /&gt;events taking place several years ago despite the fact that sensory&lt;br /&gt;neurons in the epithelium survive for about only 60 days. The answer is&lt;br /&gt;that the neurons in the epithelium actually have successors. As the&lt;br /&gt;olfactory neurons die, new olfactory neurons generated by the layer of&lt;br /&gt;stem cells beneath them, which eventually takes the role of the old&lt;br /&gt;neuron as it dies. The key point to the answer is that "memories survive&lt;br /&gt;because the axons of neurons that express the same receptor always go to&lt;br /&gt;the same place". The memories are stored in the hippocampus, and through&lt;br /&gt;relational memory certain smells trigger memories.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Well, I hope you didn't fall asleep reading that...I know what you're&lt;br /&gt;thining, your a NERD.  And to that I say, I've told you I was a science&lt;br /&gt;nerd before. Live with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116981873402237683?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116981873402237683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116981873402237683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116981873402237683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116981873402237683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/smells.html' title='smells'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116949317448046392</id><published>2007-01-22T13:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T13:12:54.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Depressing Day Of The Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Today has been declared the most depressing day of the year. This year, make it your call. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The superstitious have long worried about courting bad luck on Friday the 13th and stayed beware the Ides of March. But for the past couple of years there has been another day to mark in black on the calendar: The most depressing day of the year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;In 2005, a psychologist named Cliff Arnall (who was, at the time, a part-time lecturer at the University of Cardiff Centre for Lifelong Learning in Wales), declared that he had devised a formula to calculate the worst day. That year, it was Monday, Jan. 24; last year, Monday, Jan. 23. So watch out, because today may well be 2007s most miserable day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Arnalls so-called formula looks like this:  [W + (D-d)] x TQM x NA. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;All of the letters and symbols apparently represent a sort of mathematical code to track the following:&lt;br /&gt;W: How bad the weather is at this time of year.&lt;br /&gt;D:  Amount of debt accumulated over the holidays minus how much is paid off.&lt;br /&gt;T:  The time since the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Amount of time passed since New Years resolutions have gone south.&lt;br /&gt;M: Our general motivation levels.&lt;br /&gt;NA: The need to take action.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Some of the factors that affect our mood are:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The weather*and in particular, the lack of daylight*is an issue in January and February, especially in the northern latitudes. And thats the primary cause of seasonal affective disorder (SAD).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Another universal dilemma around this time of year is debt.. Buyers remorse is a core part of the post-holiday blues, acknowledges  Ellen McGrath, Ph.D., president and founder of Bridge Coaching Institute in New York City. Love is defined as buying a great gift, but when the bills come due in January it can lead to depression.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Late January is also time to confront reality, say psychologists. Difficult decisions about jobs, family and relationships are often put off until after the holidays. So while we may wake up feeling very positive on Jan. 1, life may look a lot less shiny a few weeks later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;While Arnalls equation has received its fair share of criticism, most experts agree that if this day of doom prediction helps raise awareness about the serious issues of depression and seasonal affective disorder, then, overall thats a good thing and not harmful. The National Institute of Mental Health estimates that almost 18.8 million American adults suffer from depression and nearly six percent of the population is affected by SAD. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Still, plenty of people take offense at such a specific most depressing day pronouncement. It essentially vacates any concept of free will or self-determinism, putting the focus on external events rather than whats within us, says Susan C. Vaughn, M.D., assistant professor of psychiatry at Columbia University. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So the moral of the story is even if you have maxed out your credit cards, failed at your New Years resolutions, and the weather is lousy, not everyone will succumb to depression*especially not all of us on the same day. In fact, some psychologists and life coaches argue that January can be a time of focus and motivation. The frenzy of the holidays is past, and there is time to concentrate on accomplishing new goals. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116949317448046392?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116949317448046392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116949317448046392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116949317448046392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116949317448046392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/most-depressing-day-of-year.html' title='Most Depressing Day Of The Year'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116914120362497139</id><published>2007-01-18T11:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T11:26:43.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm sure I'm not the only one who has called in sick when you were in&lt;br /&gt;fact, not sick! If you haven't, you need to try it sometime...just for a&lt;br /&gt;simple day of relaxation.  Not that I do it often, maybe once or twice a&lt;br /&gt;year (usually on my birthday).  Anyway, here is a list of excuses that&lt;br /&gt;employers have heard from employees calling in sick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;1. Employee was poisoned by his mother-in-law. &lt;br /&gt;2. A buffalo escaped from the game reserve and kept charging the&lt;br /&gt;employee every time she tried to go to her car from her house. &lt;br /&gt;3. Employee was feeling all the symptoms of his expecting wife. &lt;br /&gt;4. Employee called from his cell phone, saying that he was accidentally&lt;br /&gt;locked in a restroom stall and that no one was around to let him out. &lt;br /&gt;5. Employee broke his leg snowboarding off his roof while drunk. &lt;br /&gt;6. Employee's wife said he couldn't come into work because he had a lot&lt;br /&gt;of chores to do around the house. &lt;br /&gt;7. One of the walls in the employee's home fell off the night before. &lt;br /&gt;8. Employee's mother was in jail. &lt;br /&gt;9. A skunk got into the employee's house and sprayed all of his&lt;br /&gt;uniforms. &lt;br /&gt;10. Employee had a bad case of hiccups. &lt;br /&gt;11. Employee blew his nose so hard, his back went out. &lt;br /&gt;12. Employee's horses got loose and were running down the highway. &lt;br /&gt;13. Employee was hit by a bus while walking. &lt;br /&gt;14. Employee's dog swallowed her bus pass. &lt;br /&gt;15. Employee was sad. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116914120362497139?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116914120362497139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116914120362497139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116914120362497139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116914120362497139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/sick-days.html' title='Sick Days'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116907346635605782</id><published>2007-01-17T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T16:37:46.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>COLD COLD COLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/1600/317605/Photo_011707_004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/320/65338/Photo_011707_004.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man is it cold outside! This is a picture from my drive in from work this morning.  I awoke to the sound of sleet pelting my window and thought "Oh no-it's gonna take me forever to get to work!" So I hurried to get ready and left for work.  I knew it was bad when I backed out of my driveway and couldn't drive up the alley because my tires kept spinning.  This one just kind of snuck up on all of us.  The forcasters made such a big deal the last few days that everyone was tired of listening to it and I'm assuming they just stopped listening.  TX DOT spent the last 3 days sanding bridges, overpasses, and streets and then when it actually hit, they didn't sand anything!! That's Texas for ya! Hope everyone stayed safe and stays warm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116907346635605782?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116907346635605782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116907346635605782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116907346635605782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116907346635605782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/cold-cold-cold.html' title='COLD COLD COLD'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116887053889128424</id><published>2007-01-15T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T08:15:39.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M A GIRL BUT I KNOW ABOUT CARS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Okay, first off let me say that yes, I am a girl but I also know a&lt;br /&gt;little something about cars.  Mainly through experience, but isn't that&lt;br /&gt;the best way to learn something!! For example, I have learned that it's&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS good to keep water in your engine, or you'll have to replace it.&lt;br /&gt;Also, keep your oil changed every 3,000 miles and air filter changed&lt;br /&gt;frequently. Don't wait until you are on empty to fill up your gas&lt;br /&gt;tank...you might get stranded somewhere.  Last, learn how to change your&lt;br /&gt;own tires, daddy isn't always going to be around. All this to say that I&lt;br /&gt;know enough not to pour steaming hot water on my iced over windshield!!&lt;br /&gt;I saw a lady do that this morning and felt like yelling out the&lt;br /&gt;window..."do you want to replace your windshield-cause if you keep doing&lt;br /&gt;that you will" Also, I know that you should never put make-up on in the&lt;br /&gt;car when you are on a bridge that is completely iced over.  People are&lt;br /&gt;nuts!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116887053889128424?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116887053889128424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116887053889128424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116887053889128424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116887053889128424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-girl-but-i-know-about-cars.html' title='I&apos;M A GIRL BUT I KNOW ABOUT CARS'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116874022277299164</id><published>2007-01-13T20:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T20:03:42.786-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funnies</title><content type='html'>So once again, The Washington Post has published the winning submissions to its yearly neologism contest, in which readers are asked to supply alternate meanings for common words.&lt;br /&gt;The winners are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.&lt;br /&gt;2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.&lt;br /&gt;3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach.&lt;br /&gt;4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.&lt;br /&gt;5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.&lt;br /&gt;6. Negligent (adj.), describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.&lt;br /&gt;8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.&lt;br /&gt;9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.&lt;br /&gt;10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.&lt;br /&gt;11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.&lt;br /&gt;12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.&lt;br /&gt;13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.&lt;br /&gt;14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.&lt;br /&gt;15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.&lt;br /&gt;16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116874022277299164?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116874022277299164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116874022277299164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116874022277299164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116874022277299164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/funnies.html' title='Funnies'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116806195086529888</id><published>2007-01-05T23:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:39:10.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW ACCEPTING DONATIONS!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we don't have a florist, decorations, invitation, or tux's but we did just book our Honeymoon! It's called priorities people! Well, we do kind of have all of those, just not officially.  I mean come on, we have 4 MONTHS to plan...but according to my mom and everyone else that's not enough time. Anyway, we are going to spend 6 days, 5 nights in &lt;a href="http://pagosahotsprings.com"&gt;Pagosa Springs, CO&lt;/a&gt; right outside of Durango.  I think this has been the most expensive day in my entire life!!! Let's count...$500 medical bill, $??? new medical bill from this morning, $too much on plane tickets, and $even more on hotel...yep that sounds about right, the most expensive day of my life.....by the way did we mention we are now excepting donations!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116806195086529888?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116806195086529888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116806195086529888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116806195086529888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116806195086529888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/now-accepting-donations.html' title='NOW ACCEPTING DONATIONS!!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116797020171379566</id><published>2007-01-04T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T22:10:01.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored!!</title><content type='html'>I was in traffic the other day on my way to Waxahachie and I was only going about 5 mph at the most.  Needless to say I got a little bored so I had to entertain myself. This is a little glimpse into how I went about doing that. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOYIEMGGZUQ"&gt; &lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dOYIEMGGZUQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116797020171379566?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116797020171379566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116797020171379566' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116797020171379566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116797020171379566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/bored.html' title='Bored!!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116796585274582057</id><published>2007-01-04T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T20:57:32.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Way Too Early!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/1600/769207/Photo_010407_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/320/885074/Photo_010407_003.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever wondered just how early I get to work in the morning take a look at this...not that you would ever wonder that, but I thought I'd share anyway! This picture should show how early I get there by the lack of sun or other cars in the parking lot!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116796585274582057?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116796585274582057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116796585274582057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116796585274582057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116796585274582057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/way-too-early.html' title='Way Too Early!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116770920200618541</id><published>2007-01-01T21:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:44:37.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/1600/471233/IMG_0754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/320/900233/IMG_0754.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first picture of Jonathan and I in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;The time is here...the clock has rolled over from 2006 to 2007 and it's time to start a new year.  I can remember when everyone thought the world was going to end when the clock struck midnight on the first day of 2000. Boy where they wrong!  I was thinking back to 2000 and a lot has happened since then including: Graduating college, started working at Children's Medical Center, moved out on my own, Changed churches, had a few different cars, got a new CRAZY dog, Became an aunt-then became an aunt again, Changed positions at children's, gained some incredible new friends, Got engaged to my best friend who I will marry in 4 months. Oh and how can I forget this one--had surgery and then another surgery because my Dr. tried to kill me and play it off as a "little knick".  This upcoming year is going to be a great one, some of the highlights that I am looking forward to are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Turning 26 on April 16 (I'm getting old--YIKES)  Oh wait, I'm turning 25 again!!&lt;br /&gt;2) Getting married  on April 28&lt;br /&gt;3) Becoming a Blundell (I'm moving up in the alphabet)&lt;br /&gt;4) Gaining a wonderful new sister-in-law&lt;br /&gt;5) Moving to Waxahachie (Never imagined I would live there--I'm a city girl)&lt;br /&gt;6) I will have worked at Children's for 5 years&lt;br /&gt;7) Presley will turn 4--believe it or not, she will be older than me (for those who don't know, Presley is my dog) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This New Year's day was a blast.  Like always the Turner's and Medlin's have their annual New Year's Day lunch.  My dad and my "other dad" Bob both have birthdays on NYDay. We went and ate some great food and spent time with family! I hope everyone has a happy and blessed New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116770920200618541?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116770920200618541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116770920200618541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116770920200618541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116770920200618541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116770813916614219</id><published>2007-01-01T21:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T21:48:17.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No longer a Blundell</title><content type='html'>After much anticipation, Tim and Kara (or should I say Kim and Tara) finally tied the knot on Saturday, Dec 30. The wedding was great and she looked beautiful in her gown.  While at their reception, Jonathan and I heard many comments regarding our upcoming wedding.  The top 5 comments we heard were:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Just imagine, in 4 months that will be ya'll&lt;br /&gt;4) Are you excited&lt;br /&gt;3) Now, when is it again?&lt;br /&gt;2) Are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The # 1 comment was....Drum roll please.......&lt;br /&gt;1) It will be here before you know it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are some of my favorite pictures from Kara and Tim's wedding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/1600/174864/DSC_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/320/984651/DSC_0151.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jonathan and Amelia (one of the flower girls at our wedding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/1600/364880/DSC_0139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/320/181494/DSC_0139.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Laurie and Kara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/1600/959637/DSC_0148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3278/4099/320/675566/DSC_0148.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kara in her dress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116770813916614219?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116770813916614219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116770813916614219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116770813916614219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116770813916614219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-longer-blundell.html' title='No longer a Blundell'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116724261967740148</id><published>2006-12-27T12:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T15:17:14.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;To see the Christmas fun we had check out my Flickr page &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;&lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/33065412@N00"&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/33065412@N00&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116724261967740148?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116724261967740148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116724261967740148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116724261967740148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116724261967740148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/pictures.html' title='pictures'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116722783118316597</id><published>2006-12-27T07:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T07:57:11.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I hope everyone had a great Christmas, or Hanukkah, Kwanza, whatever you&lt;br /&gt;celebrate.  I will say that trying to fit in 2 families in one day is&lt;br /&gt;CRAZY and I think Jonathan and I have come up with a solution.  When we&lt;br /&gt;buy a house, we are going to buy one big enough where every holiday we&lt;br /&gt;can just have both sides of the family over and we won't have to go&lt;br /&gt;anywhere! (And yes, that includes the Lehman's and Medlin's)  &lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful Christmas, celebrating with both mine and Jonathan's&lt;br /&gt;family.  It felt like a very fast pace two days (Christmas Eve and Day).&lt;br /&gt; Sunday morning I went out to Jonathan's church, Encounter, in&lt;br /&gt;Waxahachie and enjoyed a great Christmas service with him.  Then we went&lt;br /&gt;down to Austin St. shelter with a group to pass out hygiene bags we made&lt;br /&gt;for the men and women in the shelter, and hung around just talking to&lt;br /&gt;them.  Some of those men have fascinating stories if you just take the&lt;br /&gt;time to listen.  One guy we met is from New Jersey and was making his&lt;br /&gt;way to Arizona.  I think he likes Texas because he came here in 1991 and&lt;br /&gt;hasn't left yet! As much fun as it was, it was also a little cold and&lt;br /&gt;wet...we were out in the rain without any umbrellas so you can imagine&lt;br /&gt;how wet we got.  All in the name of love I guess. After we left Austin&lt;br /&gt;St. we ran home and changed (well, of course I had to wash my hair&lt;br /&gt;again) and then went to our parents church for the candle light service.&lt;br /&gt;Lastly we went to Kara  (Jonathan's sister) and Tim's place for a&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Eve party.  We had a great time and I do believe some Bingo&lt;br /&gt;was played. What kind of Christmas party would it be without Bingo!&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day it started all over again...I went to his parents house&lt;br /&gt;for breakfast and spent some time with them, then we headed back to my&lt;br /&gt;parents to open presents and eat lunch with my family...then we headed&lt;br /&gt;to Sulphur Springs to spend the evening with the rest of his family. &lt;br /&gt;Crazy two days, but it was fun and I had a great time with all the&lt;br /&gt;family!  This is the time of year I look forward to all year long...I&lt;br /&gt;just like spending time with all the family and watching my niece and&lt;br /&gt;nephew open up their presents with anticipation of what might be in that&lt;br /&gt;package.  The joy on a childs face when they open up something they have&lt;br /&gt;been wanting or asked Santa for is amazing! I think my nephew got every&lt;br /&gt;Ben10 action doll there is.  And of course it wouldn't be a family&lt;br /&gt;gathering unless my 2 year old niece went streaking across the house&lt;br /&gt;with nothing but a smile on. Oh the memories!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116722783118316597?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116722783118316597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116722783118316597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116722783118316597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116722783118316597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/holiday.html' title='Holiday'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116662543217669568</id><published>2006-12-20T08:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:10:13.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Joys of my job</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Working in healthcare, some days you can get caught up in the fast pace&lt;br /&gt;world of medicine where your days are stressed and non-stop. I remember&lt;br /&gt;working in the Cardiovascular ICU and there were some days that we&lt;br /&gt;didn't sit down, just going from patient to patient.  When your days are&lt;br /&gt;like this you never really get to enjoy your job or, in my case, enjoy&lt;br /&gt;the kids I work with.  Anyway, the point to my story is the other day I&lt;br /&gt;was at work and in walks this boy who looks healthy and full of life. &lt;br /&gt;If you didn't know his story you would think he was a healthy young man.&lt;br /&gt; But I remember the day he almost met his maker. It was a while back&lt;br /&gt;when I was working in the ICU and all of a sudden his heart went into a&lt;br /&gt;very lethal rhythm so we ended up "coding" him (doing CPR) for about 45&lt;br /&gt;minutes until we could get his heart back to a normalized rhythm.  He&lt;br /&gt;had heart problems all his life and as a kid had many surgeries to&lt;br /&gt;repair them.  After he coded, the doctors told his parents that the only&lt;br /&gt;way he would walk out of this hospital is to get a new heart.  Little&lt;br /&gt;did they know this would mean he would have to stay in the hospital and just wait&lt;br /&gt;until he got one. As he put it, "I'm just waiting here for someone else&lt;br /&gt;to die." It's a sad way to look at it, but in reality that was the case.&lt;br /&gt; Well, about a month later, he did receive a new heart and did&lt;br /&gt;beautifully.  So here he is 5 or 6 months later walking back into the&lt;br /&gt;hospital after we was free to live the rest of his life. All this to&lt;br /&gt;say, I guess I would take all the stressful and crazy days if it means&lt;br /&gt;that I get to experience the joy of seeing someone who was on deaths&lt;br /&gt;door and now full of life!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116662543217669568?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116662543217669568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116662543217669568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116662543217669568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116662543217669568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/joys-of-my-job.html' title='Joys of my job'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116645786420870596</id><published>2006-12-18T10:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T19:11:21.940-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;This is why I've never had a desire to be around snakes and I will never understand why people want them as their pets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;CINCINNATI - A 13-foot boa constrictor wrapped itself around its owner’s neck and killed the man in his home, authorities said.&lt;br /&gt;An acquaintance found Ted Dres, 48, inside the snake’s cage Saturday and called police, the Hamilton County Sheriff’s office said.&lt;br /&gt;The snake was still strangling Dres when deputies arrived, and the officers had to work with members of an animal protection group to remove the reptile, the sheriff’s office said.  Dres’ snake will be kept at an animal shelter awaiting instructions from police or Dres’ family, said Andy Mahlman, spokesman for the Cincinnati Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals. “People who keep these type of animals as pets should know exactly what they’re doing and what they’re capable of,” Mahlman said.  He said he has seen photographs of reptile owners posing with snakes coiled around their necks. “They don’t realize they could be a few seconds away from death,” he said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116645786420870596?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116645786420870596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116645786420870596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116645786420870596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116645786420870596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/snakes.html' title='Snakes'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116595975966620044</id><published>2006-12-12T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T15:42:39.743-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So I was talking with some friends about Austin Street shelter and just&lt;br /&gt;the homeless in general.  I think that it's great what the group from&lt;br /&gt;Encounter are doing by going down there and giving out blankets,&lt;br /&gt;clothes, cookies, and in a couple of weeks hygiene kits.  I have been a&lt;br /&gt;couple of times and had a good time.  And, if you take the time, you can&lt;br /&gt;actually get to know some of the people.  Anyway, someone posed this&lt;br /&gt;question.  If we, as in anyone, go to the shelters and give out the&lt;br /&gt;stuff that people need to get by (clothes, blankets, hygiene, etc) why&lt;br /&gt;would they have to work and are we in a way enabling them to just get by&lt;br /&gt;and be lazy? Maybe not lazy, but are we enabling them to live their life&lt;br /&gt;as they please and not have to work because they have the necessities?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? I'm not saying in anyway I agree with this comment,&lt;br /&gt;it just came up in conversation and I wondered what other people&lt;br /&gt;thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116595975966620044?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116595975966620044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116595975966620044' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116595975966620044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116595975966620044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/question.html' title='Question'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116585439017475294</id><published>2006-12-11T10:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T10:26:30.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Encounter Effect"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;So, I had been going to Jonathan's church, Encounter, for a couple of&lt;br /&gt;weeks and then went back to Northwest Bible where I've gone for a couple&lt;br /&gt;of years.  I had always liked the worship team and service at&lt;br /&gt;Northwest...I have boasted about how good they were to many people. &lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to say that when I went back to Northwest after being at&lt;br /&gt;Encounter for a couple of weeks, I was kind of shocked.   I realized how&lt;br /&gt;good the worship team was at Encounter and how much I liked the music&lt;br /&gt;and service. Bryan, the pastor at Encounter, termed this the "Encounter&lt;br /&gt;Effect", so if any of you want to experience this effect, please visit&lt;br /&gt;this church which meets in Waxahachie, I know it's a drive for some of&lt;br /&gt;you, but it's well worth it! You can check out the church's website at&lt;br /&gt;www.encounterthis.com and the worship band at&lt;br /&gt;http://www.encounterthis.com/pages/band.html &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116585439017475294?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116585439017475294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116585439017475294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116585439017475294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116585439017475294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/encounter-effect.html' title='&quot;Encounter Effect&quot;'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116508434606978089</id><published>2006-12-02T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T12:32:26.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Cold Outside...just some ramblings</title><content type='html'>For any of those who know me, you know that I was in absolute heaven a couple of days ago when it was snowing...Okay, so I wouldn't techincally call it snow, it was more like little white dots, but either way they were little drops of heaven. I LOVE snow and cold weather. We were walking to our cars after work on Thrusday and we were on the skybridge with glass windows and I felt like I was in a snow globe.  We were completely surrounded by snow flakes and it was really cool. You should have been there! Another thing, why is it that when there is a chance for a little drop of sleet to hit the ground, even though the ground is like 90 degrees because the weather has been too warm the 2 previous weeks, the news freaks out.  They stayed on the air ALL day Thursday and Friday morning.  It's ridiculous.  Texans make a big deal about cold weather! It's just cold.  I think when the coldness sweeps into town, it affects peoples ability to drive too. It's like they turn on a stupid switch or something and forget how to drive. I'll never figure it out. I hope everyone stayed safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116508434606978089?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116508434606978089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116508434606978089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116508434606978089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116508434606978089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-cold-outsidejust-some-ramblings.html' title='It&apos;s Cold Outside...just some ramblings'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116477500607261296</id><published>2006-11-28T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:36:46.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Tricks</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I found some of these first aid remedies that you can do at home to be&lt;br /&gt;pretty good ideas...now if they work, that's another story.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You Have a First-Degree Burn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The trick: Smother it with onions. Icing cuts circulation, and you need&lt;br /&gt;healthy blood cells for healing, says Martin Ehrlich, M.D., of Beth&lt;br /&gt;Israel Medical Center, in New York City. Instead, expel excess heat by&lt;br /&gt;running cool water over the burn for several minutes, then cut an onion&lt;br /&gt;in half and let it rest on the wound. Onions contain a mild analgesic,&lt;br /&gt;says Dr. Ehrlich.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Your Hand Is Full of Thorns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The trick: Coax them out with candle wax or duct tape. Light a candle&lt;br /&gt;and pour melted wax on the hand, let the wax harden, then peel it off,&lt;br /&gt;says Dr. Tallman. This should free the more stubborn spines. Then use&lt;br /&gt;the sticky side of duct tape or roll a lint brush over the area to pick&lt;br /&gt;up the stragglers. Gently, of course.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Your Tooth Is Killing You&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The trick: First, make an appointment with your dentist. Then suck on a&lt;br /&gt;clove near the throbbing chopper. The oil in the clove acts as a mild&lt;br /&gt;local anesthetic, says oral surgeon Richard Crinzi, D.D.S. Plus, it will&lt;br /&gt;freshen that dragon mouth.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;And the best one, which I will definitely try....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;You Feel Like Puking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;The trick: Make a golf-ball bracelet. Sailors swear by ginger to&lt;br /&gt;suppress seasickness and general nausea. But there's an acupuncture&lt;br /&gt;trick that works just as well if you're feeling queasy, says Dr.&lt;br /&gt;Ehrlich. Find the pressure point "pericardium number six": From the heel&lt;br /&gt;of your palm, measure three finger widths toward your elbow. In the&lt;br /&gt;center of the wrist area, tape a golf ball snug against that point, and&lt;br /&gt;your stomach should calm down.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116477500607261296?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116477500607261296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116477500607261296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116477500607261296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116477500607261296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/cool-tricks.html' title='Cool Tricks'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116477304047099851</id><published>2006-11-28T21:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T22:10:54.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Glass Masquerade</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stained Glass Masquerade&lt;br /&gt;by: Casting Crowns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      Is there anyone that fails&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone that falls&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one in church today feelin’ so small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause when I take a look around&lt;br /&gt;Everybody seems so strong&lt;br /&gt;I know they’ll soon discover&lt;br /&gt;That I don’t belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tuck it all away, like everything’s okay&lt;br /&gt;If I make them all believe it, maybe I’ll believe it too&lt;br /&gt;So with a painted grin, I play the heart again&lt;br /&gt;So everyone will see me the way that I see them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we happy plastic people&lt;br /&gt;Under shiny plastic steeples&lt;br /&gt;With walls around our weakness&lt;br /&gt;And smiles to hide our pain&lt;br /&gt;But if the invitation’s open&lt;br /&gt;To every heart that has been broken&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then we close the curtain&lt;br /&gt;On our stained glass masquerade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone who’s been there&lt;br /&gt;Are there any hands to raise&lt;br /&gt;Am I the only one who’s traded&lt;br /&gt;In the altar for a stage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The performance is convincing&lt;br /&gt;And we know every line by heart&lt;br /&gt;Only when no one is watching&lt;br /&gt;Can we really fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would it set me free&lt;br /&gt;If I dared to let you see&lt;br /&gt;The truth behind the person&lt;br /&gt;That you imagine me to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would your arms be open&lt;br /&gt;Or would you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Would the love of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Be enough to make you stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to this song today on the way to work and I always sing along with it but never really listened to the lyrics.  It's a powerful message and all too real.  I don't know about you, but there are many times that I've felt like this, just wanting to hide how I feel and putting on a good face for everyone.  Putting on this act is just what the song says a "masquerade", you put on a mask to cover your true feelings and in doing that you never really let anyone in.  On the flip side, we are so used to people asking how we are out of a basic courtesy but not truly meaning it so we just say "good" and both go on our way...this has taught us to keep our feelings inside and hide them.  We think to ourselves, "They don't want to actually know how we feel, so why tell them.  We might scare them off."  For me, it's not that, okay maybe sometimes, but mainly its just the fact that I don't want to burden anyone.  But that's why we have family, friends, and brothers and sisters in Christ.  They are there for us no matter what and let us know we can be ourself and take off the mask.  Are you the type of friend whose friends know they don't need to wear a mask around you?  I think I am and I hope my friends know they don't need any kind of mask around me, ever!  We need to get off the stage, put up the masks and just be ourselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116477304047099851?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116477304047099851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116477304047099851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116477304047099851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116477304047099851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/stained-glass-masquerade.html' title='Stained Glass Masquerade'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116477155944177686</id><published>2006-11-28T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T21:39:19.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is Awesome</title><content type='html'>Okay, the science nerd in me is coming out here.  I wish I  knew how to&lt;br /&gt;do this growing up, it would have been an awesome science project.  I&lt;br /&gt;just need to teach Jr. High science, that would be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever looked up in the sky and wondered just how clouds are made? Bill&lt;br /&gt;Nye explains the science of clouds and how you can make one at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a clear plastic water bottle or soda bottle. Most&lt;br /&gt;sizes--half-liter, one-liter, or two-liter--will work fine. Put just a&lt;br /&gt;few drops of water inside. If you started with a full water bottle, the&lt;br /&gt;water drops left over as you finish drinking will do the trick. Have the&lt;br /&gt;bottle cap ready; set it on a nearby table, for example. Light a couple&lt;br /&gt;matches; the kind from a regular matchbook will work. Blow the matches&lt;br /&gt;out. While they're still smoking, drop the matches into the bottle.&lt;br /&gt;Immediately screw the cap on tightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for your cloud: Squeeze the bottle, right in the middle. You can&lt;br /&gt;squeeze pretty hard; then let go. A thin cloud will form inside. When&lt;br /&gt;you squeeze it again, the cloud will disappear. Let go again, and the&lt;br /&gt;cloud will re-form. It will work for several cycles. After a while,&lt;br /&gt;though, the bottle leaks, and the smoke particles stick to the inner&lt;br /&gt;wall. The cloud will no longer form. But while it's working, the effect&lt;br /&gt;is quite striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How this happens: The droplets of liquid water in the plastic bottle&lt;br /&gt;ensure that the bottle's enclosed atmosphere carries water vapor, as&lt;br /&gt;well. The smoke from the matches provides thousands of particles for&lt;br /&gt;nucleation. In order for the water vapor to become a liquid, it has to&lt;br /&gt;be cooled. Molecules at any temperature above absolute zero are always&lt;br /&gt;in motion, jostling into one another. When you squeeze the bottle, you&lt;br /&gt;compress the air inside; the energy of the moving molecules is squeezed&lt;br /&gt;into a smaller space, and they warm ever so slightly. When you let go,&lt;br /&gt;they cool. And in this demonstration, they usually cool enough to change&lt;br /&gt;to a liquid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might wonder why the cloud doesn't form the moment the match smoke&lt;br /&gt;is introduced. It almost does, but the atmosphere in the bottle is too&lt;br /&gt;warm--by just a little bit--to allow this to happen. That slight, slight&lt;br /&gt;cooling does the trick. And you may notice that the trick doesn't last.&lt;br /&gt;After you form the cloud the first time, the heat of the molecules&lt;br /&gt;spreads out again from the smoke particles to the droplets to the&lt;br /&gt;surrounding air, and the liquid water goes back "into solution," as it&lt;br /&gt;is said. The cloud goes away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that cool!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116477155944177686?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116477155944177686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116477155944177686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116477155944177686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116477155944177686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/this-is-awesome.html' title='This is Awesome'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116422501396433950</id><published>2006-11-22T13:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T13:59:43.820-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOPS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I'm so sorry but someone just reminded me of these activites that I forgot to add  to the 10 activities to do during the holiday season.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"ice skating, Bethleham Revisited, the Candlelight Home Tour and more in beautiful, historic Waxahachie"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;I can't imagine who would have told me that! ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116422501396433950?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116422501396433950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116422501396433950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116422501396433950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116422501396433950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/ooops.html' title='OOOPS!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116421583529922989</id><published>2006-11-22T11:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:17:15.303-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wonder About Some People</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Seriously....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;CANBERRA, Australia - A bus driver who was 13 times over the legal&lt;br /&gt;alcohol limit while driving a bus load of schoolchildren had a simple&lt;br /&gt;request for police who arrested him for drunken driving, an Australian&lt;br /&gt;court heard on Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;"Can I finish my run, at least to drop these kids off?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116421583529922989?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116421583529922989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116421583529922989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116421583529922989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116421583529922989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-wonder-about-some-people.html' title='I Wonder About Some People'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116421581765426869</id><published>2006-11-22T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T11:16:58.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Things To Do This Holiday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;For some of you who aren't sure what to do this holiday season, let me&lt;br /&gt;help you out.  Here are 10 activities to do in the Dallas area:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;1. Christmas Celebration &lt;br /&gt;Multiple Dates --Meyerson Symphony Center &lt;br /&gt;The Dallas Symphony Orchestra and friends play holiday favorites. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;2. Holiday at the Arboretum &lt;br /&gt;Multiple Dates-- Dallas Arboretum &amp;amp; Botanical Gardens &lt;br /&gt;Dallas Arboretum celebrates the holidays with a Christmas tree maze and&lt;br /&gt;500 nativity scenes. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;3. Christmas in the Stockyards &lt;br /&gt;Dec 3, 2006 --Stockyards National Historic District &lt;br /&gt;The sound of spurs at the Stockyards is drowned out by the sound of&lt;br /&gt;sleigh bells. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;4. Dallas Metropolitan Ballet Presents: The Night Before Christmas &lt;br /&gt;Dec 17, 2006 2:00 pm --McFarlin Auditorium &lt;br /&gt;The Dallas Metropolitan Ballet presents the classic tale about a visit&lt;br /&gt;from Santa. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;5. Stephan Pyles Holiday Cooking Class: Holiday Entertaining &lt;br /&gt;Multiple Dates-- Stephan Pyles &lt;br /&gt;Chef Stephan Pyles shares recipe techniques and demonstrations,&lt;br /&gt;including a four-course meal or holiday buffet with matching wines and&lt;br /&gt;beverages. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;6. The Holiday Market &lt;br /&gt;Multiple Dates --Market Hall &lt;br /&gt;A Holiday arts and crafts bazaar featuring over 200 vendors offering&lt;br /&gt;hand-crafted gifts, jewelry, food, clothing and home decor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;7. 37th Annual Candlelight &lt;br /&gt;Multiple Dates --Dallas Heritage Village at Old City Park &lt;br /&gt;Hundreds of gently glowing candles line historic Heritage Village, with&lt;br /&gt;live entertainment, food and a visit from St. Nicholas. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;8. Ice skating at the Galleria&lt;br /&gt;Skate around a giant Christmas tree and try not to fall on your bum.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;9. The West End Marketplace&lt;br /&gt;Take a carriage ride through Downtown, okay mainly the west end but&lt;br /&gt;it's still downtown.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Okay, I know I said there were 10 in the Dallas area but who can forget&lt;br /&gt;this one:  the BEST thing to do but I have never been able to go at&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is..........DRUM ROLL&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE...................................&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;10. Go see the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree&lt;br /&gt;New York, N.Y.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;Now did you really think it would be anywhere but NEW YORK!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-post"&gt;On Friday we can officially start playing Christmas music and put up&lt;br /&gt;decorations...not a second before that.  YEAH!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116421581765426869?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116421581765426869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116421581765426869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116421581765426869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116421581765426869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/top-10-things-to-do-this-holiday.html' title='Top 10 Things To Do This Holiday'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116417159847353023</id><published>2006-11-21T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T22:59:58.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion</title><content type='html'>When you think about your passions, what do you think about?  Is it spending time with your family or doing something you love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Sunday I had another opportunity to go down to Austin Street shelter to pass out clothes and blankets to the homeless.  We were so blessed to get the amount of clothes and blankets to pass out...there were about 20 full boxes.  Not only were we blessed with the amount of donations that were received but with the amount of people that showed up to help.  This is such a great opportunity to minister to the people of Dallas.  They are so gracious for anything we give to them and just taking the time to talk to them.  I like listening to their stories and some of these guys have amazing stories but you would never know it unless you took the time to talk to them.  Some of the people that went down there with us on Sunday go almost every Sunday.  They are so passionate about it and have a heart for this ministery.  I have to be honest when I say that I really do like going down there and talking with the people and getting to know them, but it's not my passion...I'm not that passionate about it.  The things I am passionate about and love to spend my time doing are building/painting houses for Habitat for Humanity or organizations like that and doing things with kids in children's homes.  I have a passion for kids who don't have families.  Every child should feel the love of a parent, it's hard to think of someone growing up without that.  I would love to be a foster parent but then I would probably end up getting too attached and wanting to adopt like 10 kids.  I would love to adopt a child at some point.  My passion has been to go to a children's home in Russia and some day I WILL go! I might bring a child back, but I will go.  Anytime you have a passion, you should follow through with it, I think if you don't, you'll regret it later down the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116417159847353023?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116417159847353023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116417159847353023' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116417159847353023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116417159847353023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/passion.html' title='Passion'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116407363063392144</id><published>2006-11-20T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T19:47:11.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Funny</title><content type='html'>I got these from my mom and they are HILARIOUS...These sentences actually appeared in church bulletins or were announced in church services:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bertha Belch, a missionary from Africa, will be speaking tonight at Calvary Methodist. Come hear Bertha Belch all the way from Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Ladies, don't forget the rummage sale. It's a chance to get rid of those things not worth keeping around the house. Don't forget your husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The peacemaking meeting scheduled for today has been canceled due to a conflict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Don't let worry kill you off - let the Church help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. For those of you who have children and don't know it, we have a nursery downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Next Thursday there will be tryouts for the choir. They need all the help they can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October! 24th in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Scouts are saving aluminum cans, bottles and other items to be recycled. Proceeds will be used to cripple children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 p.m. - prayer and medication to follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The Associate Minister unveiled the church's new tithing campaign slogan last Sunday: "I Upped My Pledge - Up Yours."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my absolute favorites:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Low Self Esteem Support Group will meet Thursday at 7 p.m.. Please use the back door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Weight Watchers will meet at 7 p.m. at the First Presbyterian Church. Please use large double door at the side entrance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116407363063392144?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116407363063392144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116407363063392144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116407363063392144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116407363063392144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-funny_20.html' title='Today&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116373903830386113</id><published>2006-11-16T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:50:38.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;security at home&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/-hnhI-KjNzw"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/-hnhI-KjNzw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;I sure with my dog was this smart!! I love this kind of stuff...anything where animals talk or act like humans is great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116373903830386113?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116373903830386113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116373903830386113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116373903830386113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116373903830386113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/security-at-home-i-sure-with-my-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116364073089642326</id><published>2006-11-15T19:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:34:12.340-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's Funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/4099/1600/getmsg_3.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/4099/320/getmsg_3.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to get bills from my recent hospital stay and my Dr. has been telling me to avoid stress so I think this cartoon fits very well!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116364073089642326?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116364073089642326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116364073089642326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116364073089642326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116364073089642326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/todays-funny.html' title='Today&apos;s Funny'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116346099600967670</id><published>2006-11-13T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T22:44:09.683-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ramblings</title><content type='html'>The Church across the Street&lt;br /&gt;Words and music by Timothy Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She put the phone back in its cradle and she leaned against the wall&lt;br /&gt;Devastating silence from a long awaited call&lt;br /&gt;“Congratulations” had confirmed her deepest fear&lt;br /&gt;As she gave herself the label Unwed Mother, 18 years&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And at the church across the street the band played on&lt;br /&gt;And the choir sang another verse of another lovely song&lt;br /&gt;But her world was crashing in apartment thirty-three&lt;br /&gt;And she wondered if she would ever meet&lt;br /&gt;Someone from the church across the street&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;She left her apartment at a quarter after eight&lt;br /&gt;Drove the mile to the clinic and walked inside the iron gate&lt;br /&gt;She was greeted warmly with reassurance in his voice&lt;br /&gt;A simple safe procedure but had she made the proper choice&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And at the church across the street the band played on&lt;br /&gt;And the choir sang another verse of another lovely song&lt;br /&gt;But her world was crashing as she paid the Doctor’s fee&lt;br /&gt;And she wondered if she would ever meet&lt;br /&gt;Someone from the church across the street&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aching recollections she tries to forget&lt;br /&gt;But the room where she had lived alone she shares with her regret&lt;br /&gt;She sits by her window and longs for something more&lt;br /&gt;As she listens to a baby cry in apartment thirty-four&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And at the church across the street the band played on&lt;br /&gt;And the choir sang another verse of another lovely song&lt;br /&gt;But her world was crashing in apartment thirty-three&lt;br /&gt;And she wondered if she would ever meet&lt;br /&gt;Someone from the church across the street&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And she wondered if she would ever meet&lt;br /&gt;Someone who could help her with her need&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someone from the church across the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at church yesterday and our music minister sang this song because it went along with the message. I posted the lyrics above for you to read.  While I was listening to this song, I really felt convicted and my heart just dropped.  These lyrics, this story, is what goes on everyday with young unwed, pregnant women. We (myself included) as Christians should be the ones to open our arms, hearts, and lives to these women or anyone else who is sufferng. To many neighborhoods, our church is "The church across the street" and if we don't reach out to those in need, who will.  We are called by God to share His love, His story and Grace to our neighbors.  While most of us do this, there are people who judge others and judge their lifestyle or choices they made instead of helping them.  Christ says in Acts 10 "Do not call anything impure that God has made clean."  He shows us that we should not call any man impure or unclean, yet we still judge people and deam them "unclean" because of choices they have made.  In Luke 14 Jesus tells the parable of the great feast and it's about a certain man that prepared a great banquet and invited many guests but they all made excuses as to why they couldn't come.  He then told his servant to go out and bring in the poor, the crippled, the blind and the lame so his house would be full.  This story is an application of God's word that insitsts that all people, in all walks of life will be invited to His table and His house.  The moral of these ramblings are that as a church we should not be simply, "The church across the street" that people hear or pass by, but we should be a safe haven for people and a place they feel like they can come to and talk to someone.   We need to do outreach in in the community and get involved with the unchurched.  It's sad to think that an abortion clinic is more open and friendly than a church.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116346099600967670?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116346099600967670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116346099600967670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116346099600967670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116346099600967670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-ramblings.html' title='My Ramblings'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116336639157170584</id><published>2006-11-12T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T15:22:35.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A little fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/4099/1600/2843.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3278/4099/320/2843.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've still got it! I might be a has been of gymnastics, but I can still go upside down like the best of them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan and I went to Las Colinas yesterday and had a little fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116336639157170584?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116336639157170584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116336639157170584' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116336639157170584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116336639157170584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/little-fun.html' title='A little fun'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116331500119190187</id><published>2006-11-12T01:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:03:21.193-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Update</title><content type='html'>I went back to see the vascular surgeon yesterday for my follow up apointment after I got out of the hospital.  I got another sonogram done and he said that everything looked great and gave me a clean bill of health.  The aneurysm is healing nicely and there shouldn't be much scar tissue, if any.  Overall I am feeling good, a little sore still but nothing I can't handle. Thanks again for all the prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116331500119190187?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116331500119190187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116331500119190187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116331500119190187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116331500119190187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-update.html' title='Last Update'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116331454082516182</id><published>2006-11-12T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:55:40.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21756708@N00/295100599/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/295100599_63beab007b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/21756708@N00/295100599/"&gt;Soldier&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/21756708@N00/"&gt;lturner416&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being Veteran's Day and all, I thought this was a very appropriate photo.  This little Iraqi girl was a victim of an attempted execution, one in which both parents and other siblings were executed.  She was shot in the head and lived...but she was very agitated and could not be comforted except for when this American soldier held her.  So for 4 nights in a row he sat in a chair next to her bed and held her while they both went to sleep. I don't care if you are for the war in Iraq or against it, either way we still need to support our troops and the job they have been called to do. Continue to pray for all the troops overseas, and at home, that God will bless them, keep them in His arms and away from harm.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116331454082516182?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116331454082516182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116331454082516182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116331454082516182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116331454082516182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/soldier.html' title='Soldier'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116313207578941640</id><published>2006-11-09T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:16:10.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings</title><content type='html'>A while back I went with Jonathan and some friends from his church to the Austin Street homeless shelter.  Ever since that day there has been an image stuck in my mind. There was a woman there with her son who was probably all of 2 years old.  The little boy obviously did not feel good and was burning up with a fever.  With all the medical knowledge that I have and the ability to help people, I felt so useless because there was nothing I could do.  I hate to see kids sick and feeling miserable.  Yes, I know what you're thinking..."you work in a hospital where there are sick kids"  It's different when you are in the hospital because the kids are there for help and you CAN help them.  But when you are at a homeless shelter, there is nothing you can do.  I would give anything to be able to provide free healthcre for children who can't afford or can't get to a hospital. I just want to be able to help them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116313207578941640?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116313207578941640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116313207578941640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116313207578941640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116313207578941640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/ramblings.html' title='ramblings'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116312929363006027</id><published>2006-11-09T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T21:28:13.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Darwin Awards</title><content type='html'>I got this from a friend and some of them are pretty good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that magical time of the year again when the Darwin Awards are bestowed, honoring the least evolved among us. Here then, are the glorious winners: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The chef at a hotel in Switzerland lost a finger in a meat-cutting machine! and, after a little shopping around, submitted a claim to his insurance company. The company expecting negligence sent out one of its men to have a look for himself. He tried the machine and he also lost a finger. The chef's claim was approved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. An American teenager was in the hospital recovering from serious head wounds received from an oncoming train. When asked how he received the injuries, the lad told police that he was simply trying to see how close he could get his head to a moving train before he was hit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A man walked into a Louisiana Circle-K, put a $20 bill on the counter, and asked for change. When the clerk opened the cash drawer, he man pulled a gun and asked for all the cash in the register, which the clerk promptly provided. The man took the cash from the clerk and fled, leaving the $20 bill on the counter. The total amount of cash he got from the drawer...$15. (If someone points a gun at you and gives you money, is a crime committed?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  When a man attempted to siphon gasoline from a motor home parked on a Seattle street, he got much more than he bargained for. Police arrived at the scene to find a very sick man curled up next to a motor home near spilled sewage. A police spokesman said that the man admitted to trying to steal gasoline and plugged his siphon hose into the motor home's sewage tank by mistake. The owner of the vehicle declined to press charges, saying that it was the best laugh he'd ever had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. As a female shopper exited a New York convenience store, a man grabbed her purse and ran. The clerk called 911 immediately, and the woman was able to give them a detailed description of the snatcher. Within minutes, the police apprehended the snatcher. They put him in the car and drove back to the store. The thief was then taken out of the car and told to stand there for a positive ID. To which he replied, "Yes, officer, that's her. That's the lady I stole the purse from.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116312929363006027?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116312929363006027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116312929363006027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116312929363006027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116312929363006027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/darwin-awards.html' title='Darwin Awards'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116269201041399370</id><published>2006-11-04T19:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T20:00:10.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this time of year</title><content type='html'>It's beginning to be the best time of year...the air is colder and it's getting closer and closer to the holidays.  I stepped out of bed this morning, half expecting to be frozen, and the heat was on! Aaahh, the smell of the heater being turned on for the first time of the season. I love this time of year!!! So I jumped (well stumbled) out of bed, got Presley (my dog) out of her crate and then jumped back in bed and the two of us cuddled up and enjoyed a warm bed while the air was nice and cool outside. Have I mentioned that I love this time of year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116269201041399370?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116269201041399370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116269201041399370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116269201041399370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116269201041399370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I love this time of year'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116259383312686296</id><published>2006-11-03T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T16:43:53.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Week</title><content type='html'>This has been a week! I ventured out into the world a couple of times this week and they even let me drive!! I think that was because I wasn't taking any perscription strength pain killers at the time. I had planned on going back to work this past Monday but then Sunday came around and I was nowhere near ready to go back to work. I couldn't even stand up straight or walk without being in severe pain.  I said I'd go back on Wednesday or Thursday, ya that didn't happen.  So I'm going back to work on Monday and I think I'm ready now. I'm able to walk without much pain, but it's still there some and I almost stand upright now. I go to the vascular surgeon this next week for another sonogram to make sure the aneurysm is gone or atleast going away. Everything is on the uphill slope now so let the wedding planning begin! I go tomorrow to look at dresses, YEAH! On a side note, not only did I get engaged but my "sister" got engaged the same day as me and our weddings are 5 weeks apart, so it's going to be crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116259383312686296?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116259383312686296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116259383312686296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116259383312686296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116259383312686296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-week.html' title='My Week'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116234517042454790</id><published>2006-10-31T19:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T19:39:30.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;How To Humiliate Your Dog&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/qFKghqNKB-0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/qFKghqNKB-0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;These poor animals!! Presley sure is lucky...I would never do that to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116234517042454790?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116234517042454790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116234517042454790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116234517042454790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116234517042454790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-to-humiliate-your-dog-these-poor.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116224101178260006</id><published>2006-10-30T14:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:43:31.783-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan and Laurie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283206498/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/113/283206498_7e18398903_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283206498/"&gt;DSC_0106.JPG&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jdblundell/"&gt;Jdblundell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The proposal, or a re-enactment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116224101178260006?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116224101178260006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116224101178260006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224101178260006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224101178260006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/jonathan-and-laurie.html' title='Jonathan and Laurie'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116224067780600125</id><published>2006-10-30T14:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:37:57.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jens and Me </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283204871/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/99/283204871_81a70b07f3_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283204871/"&gt;DSC_0101.JPG&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jdblundell/"&gt;Jdblundell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A photo op with the ring&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116224067780600125?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116224067780600125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116224067780600125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224067780600125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224067780600125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/jens-and-me.html' title='Jens and Me '/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116224052383868221</id><published>2006-10-30T14:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:35:23.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Laurie and Jonathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283209002/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/107/283209002_0b3581ef9b_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283209002/"&gt;Laurie and Jonathan&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jdblundell/"&gt;Jdblundell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A picture after the engagement&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116224052383868221?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116224052383868221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116224052383868221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224052383868221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224052383868221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/laurie-and-jonathan.html' title='Laurie and Jonathan'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116224037065783684</id><published>2006-10-30T14:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:32:50.660-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The engagement couple and team</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283214944/" title="photo sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static.flickr.com/116/283214944_2879900271_m.jpg" alt="" style="border: solid 2px #000000;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 0.9em; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jdblundell/283214944/"&gt;The engagement couple and team&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Originally uploaded by &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/jdblundell/"&gt;Jdblundell&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br clear="all" /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Aaron, Jen (future maid of honor), Laurie, Jonathan, Matt (future best man) snap a shot after the adventurous morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116224037065783684?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116224037065783684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116224037065783684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224037065783684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116224037065783684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/engagement-couple-and-team.html' title='The engagement couple and team'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116223954145463589</id><published>2006-10-30T14:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:19:01.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just A Thought</title><content type='html'>I'm not one that typically journals, I will maybe once or twice a year.  A little while after Jonathan and I started dating I wrote a little in my journal and this is just a little blurb of something I wrote. It's basically about love and relationships in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think falling in love isn't some grand experience.  Maybe it's as simple as being breathless in someone's prescence.  Once you get passed the whole 'dating' time and you get to the true heart of the person, that's when there's nothing left but to stand back and let yourself be completely blown away.  I think you fall in love with the llittle things.  Forget the big, well-planned evenings, granted they are great but it's eating at McDonald's with ketchup on your face, while looking across the table and just thinking to yourself that you've never had a more romantic dinner.  And, no matter how much you know it will hurt if you ever lose this person in your life, you still take the risk because experiencing this feeling is completely worth it.  Maybe that's what's wrong with people these days, we're too chicken to take risks, too proud to be vulnerable to someone else, too analytical to just be breathless..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116223954145463589?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116223954145463589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116223954145463589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223954145463589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223954145463589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-thought.html' title='Just A Thought'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116223897347290835</id><published>2006-10-30T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T14:09:33.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The engagement</title><content type='html'>Jonathan was sure lucky that I wasn't fully on my game Saturday! For the past two weeks until Saturday morning, there had been so much planning and secrets behind my back it blows my mind.  If it weren't for pain pills, I would have picked up on every little thing that was going on. My best friend wouldn't even talk to me that much because she thought she would spill the beans. I can honestly say that I was totally suprised, even up to the second me proposed.  Here is how it went down: On our first date we went to Cafe Brazil for coffee, so Saturday morning we went there for breakfast and then we were going to go to the White Rock Lake to watch the sailboats or just people watch.  So we pulled up and went over to this bench at Winfrey's Point which overlooks the lake and you can see the Dallas skyline.  On the bench were red roses and a card with a letter in it.  Even up to this point I thought "well maybe he's just giving me flowers so say 'I'm glad you are feeling better' or just because."  We sat down and I read the letter and then he got down on his knee and asked me to marry him. I was completely shocked! During this whole time my best friend, Jennifer (soon the be maid of honor) and his best friend, Matt (soon to be best man) and another friend of mine, Aaron were all hiding behind a house that was by us taking pictures and recording the whole thing. They said that right before we got there, a big group of people (which they think was a wedding rehersal) was there with a big tent and people were sitting on the bench that we were supposed to go to. So Matt went up to them and asked, "Are ya'll almost done?"  "Here's the deal, my friend is about to propose in this spot in about 2 minutes so ya'll have to leave." They asked if they could stay and cheer for us. That part made the whole story hilarious! Overall, it was a GREAT day and I couldn't have imagined it differently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116223897347290835?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116223897347290835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116223897347290835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223897347290835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223897347290835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/engagement.html' title='The engagement'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116223775565176269</id><published>2006-10-30T13:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T13:49:15.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Lucky One!</title><content type='html'>I can honestly say that I am a lucky girl.  I have totally consumed Jonathan's time for the past week.  He was at the hospital with me for three days and didn't take his eyes off me and did anything he could for me.  Even when I got home and haven't felt great, he has been there everyday to take care of me.  He had plenty of chances to just turn and walk away, I proved just how high maintanence I could be :) But instead he proposes! I couldn't be any happier or ask for anything more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116223775565176269?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116223775565176269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116223775565176269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223775565176269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223775565176269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-lucky-one.html' title='I&apos;m The Lucky One!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116223356345656776</id><published>2006-10-30T12:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T12:39:23.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I'm engaged!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/oe5cpWI5GZY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/oe5cpWI5GZY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is a video from our engagement on Saturday, October 28th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116223356345656776?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116223356345656776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116223356345656776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223356345656776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116223356345656776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-engaged-this-is-video-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116198383820017971</id><published>2006-10-27T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:17:18.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I've been home from the hospital a little over 24 hours and I think i'm in more pain now than I was in the hospital yesterday. The Dr. said it will take about 6 weeks to fully recover. I am so thankful for the prayers and support that I have received over the last couple of days.  My family and friends have been amazing and then there's the "special someone" that didn't leave my side for 3 days. I can truly say that I am blessed! I love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116198383820017971?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116198383820017971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116198383820017971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116198383820017971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116198383820017971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116198315185430857</id><published>2006-10-27T15:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T15:05:51.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Laurie Post Op Interviews&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/Z6OFnsnGmkI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/Z6OFnsnGmkI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;These are some great interviews of Jonathan and myself after my surgeries.  I'm pretty sure I still had some pain pills on board during this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116198315185430857?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116198315185430857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116198315185430857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116198315185430857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116198315185430857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/laurie-post-op-interviews-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116197067888995527</id><published>2006-10-27T11:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:37:58.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Cystic Fibrosis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/rXzosl2DL7I"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/rXzosl2DL7I" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a respiratory therapist I work with a lot of Kids who have CF and I want more people to be aware of this disease so we can find a cure! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116197067888995527?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116197067888995527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116197067888995527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116197067888995527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116197067888995527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/cystic-fibrosis-being-respiratory.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116196974561128127</id><published>2006-10-27T11:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T11:22:25.630-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Michael J. Fox Talks To Katie Couric&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/o8lsjfjgAA8"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/o8lsjfjgAA8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;More people need to take the time to learn about stem cell research and what the benefits of it could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116196974561128127?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116196974561128127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116196974561128127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116196974561128127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116196974561128127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/michael-j.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36637983.post-116186890660892708</id><published>2006-10-26T07:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T08:13:11.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What on earth am I doing!</title><content type='html'>So I guess you can say I have joined the darkside.  I've been influenced to blog.  Now, I'm not one of many words so I have no earthly idea what I am going to talk about on here.  I am sitting here at Baylor Hospital in Dallas after having 2 procedures for my heart; one was a scheduled one and the other one was a bonus thrown in there.  So 48 hours, 2 nights, a couple of rude nurses, and an extra surgery later I will hopefully be able to go home today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36637983-116186890660892708?l=lturner416.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/feeds/116186890660892708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36637983&amp;postID=116186890660892708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116186890660892708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36637983/posts/default/116186890660892708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lturner416.blogspot.com/2006/10/what-on-earth-am-i-doing.html' title='What on earth am I doing!'/><author><name>Laurie Blundell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14762539256754668176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv1Hh8XJCt8/SYDv4Lr_ygI/AAAAAAAAAHA/alIxvnm4gRY/S220/2624099097_8f48a73b0f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
