<?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-2212031640457510506</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:16:25.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours Truly</title><subtitle type='html'>(and those around me)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-6229628941778357879</id><published>2010-06-24T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T16:37:47.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wet Rain; Wet Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Remember the saying: "April showers bring May flowers?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody should consider the fact that it rains in June as well. A lot. We had a lovely, loud, wet, sopping rainstorm yesterday afternoon. My Mum flew out to the church to make some bullitins since we will ba absent all this weekend. Liddy left her bike out side after some friends left and the barn was left open. The problem with that? Leah and I discovered the fact &lt;em&gt;after &lt;/em&gt;the storm had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, Leah, and I were watching LOTR when we finally heard the rain pouring. So, with light coats and tennis shoes, Lele and I shot outside to bring the bike to the garage and to shut the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needles to say, this was the second time I've been litterally dripping wet in a rain storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a ton of fun! You should try it sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-6229628941778357879?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/6229628941778357879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=6229628941778357879' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6229628941778357879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6229628941778357879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/06/wet-rain-wet-me.html' title='Wet Rain; Wet Me!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5197875063864498957</id><published>2010-06-22T16:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T16:14:34.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ummm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this looks weird. I'm playing around with the new thingy on Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bear with me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5197875063864498957?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5197875063864498957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5197875063864498957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5197875063864498957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5197875063864498957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/06/ummm.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7166665702922327118</id><published>2010-05-02T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T14:24:51.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That Makes Three...</title><content type='html'>Well I rode at the R's home yesterday in some lovely weather. Button's was very forward and we had some beautiful canters together. Anna and I rode across the street from their house in the massive expanse of fields that belong to her father. That was fun, fun, fun! I actually had to hold Button's back! *lol* In one of the fields there was a huge mound of dirt from a project of her fathers and a tractor or something had made a flat place across it. Anna and I rode up that and down again. A little scary but nothing compared to some of the other steep trails that I saw at their place .... I was assured that by the end of the summer I will have rode them all. *oh boy...* Anyway, when we came back Anna put Kurant out in the pasture and I ride Buttons a little more. I probably shouldn't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna was standing in the center of the paddock that we were riding in taking pictures for me with my Mylo. After a few more canters (which I was thoroughly enjoying) I lost one stirrup and then the other so I tried to pull Buttons up. She began fluctuating between canter and trot and kept that up so that I couldn't do what I needed to do. Eventually she decided on a dirty pony trick that (I believe) she herself came up with. Going from canter to gallop she headed straight for the brand new fence that the R's had just put up along their paddock. When she reached it she got herself as close as she could resulting in my knee getting caught on one of the posts. I went down onto the gravel/sand and she apparently jumped over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I ended up with a banged up arm (not broken, thank goodness), a cover-removed helmet, and a very skinned back. Remember when I fell off of Whit a few months ago and skinned my shoulder blade. Yup, this is right on top and twice the size. I would post a picture but because of where it is, I would rather not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my helmet is at my grandparents getting fixed and my grandmother, after seeing the pictures, declared: "Hanna, I don't want you to ride anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, not an option. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7166665702922327118?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7166665702922327118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7166665702922327118' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7166665702922327118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7166665702922327118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/05/that-makes-three.html' title='That Makes Three...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-727009225568051759</id><published>2010-04-30T13:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T13:19:16.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Lesson Ever!</title><content type='html'>Ahhhhh..... Total summer weather out! I have no idea how hot it is but it's HOT. Tomorrow is supposed to be colder and with a chance of more rain. What joy. I'm supposed to go ride at Anna R's tomorrow so hopefully it will hold out long enough for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, Mondays lesson was the best lesson with the most progress that I've ever made in one day! I trotted some and had some good spots where I got many encouragements from Anna and her mom and Mrs.L on how we looked ("we" as in "me and Buttons").&lt;br /&gt;Later I decided to canter a few times. Mrs.Rupel cantered Kurant int front of me a few times to help Buttons get going. See, Buttons is a driving pony so she is better at the canter if there are other horses doing the same thing. Anyway, we cantered and it was SO FUN! A couple times Mrs. Rupel and I cantered side by side and that was the best part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs.L and I where so happy at the progress that I had made. We gave each other high-fives and laughed and smiled. At the end of the lesson I said: "I feel like I've won a battle!"&lt;br /&gt;I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-727009225568051759?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/727009225568051759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=727009225568051759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/727009225568051759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/727009225568051759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-lesson-ever.html' title='Best Lesson Ever!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1980627697735294316</id><published>2010-04-13T12:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T12:57:16.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>short and sweet...</title><content type='html'>All right, this is short because I have to be somewhere. My birthday was great! I got a ton of birthday money and..... *Drum roll, please!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A LAPTOP!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write more about it later but for now I have ta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1980627697735294316?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1980627697735294316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1980627697735294316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1980627697735294316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1980627697735294316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/04/short-and-sweet.html' title='short and sweet...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4353252036424338568</id><published>2010-04-09T09:39:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T09:57:40.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Crazy Morning....</title><content type='html'>Well, this morning was certainly interesting. Since Monday I was planning on coming to work a 9 just like the norm. Then there was a possibility that a friend would be coming for a sleepover last night but we decided to wait until next Friday. The reasoning for that was because we had forgotten that we had home group last night and since I had to work the next morning it wasn't gonna be much a sleepover. Since this was the second cancellation for the same date I was relieved when she took it well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so before we canceled my mom emailed Mrs.L asking if I could possibly come at 11 instead so that we could do breakfast with the friend instead of rushing out of the house at 8:30 and so ending the not-so-fun sleepover. We got the okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order for you to understand how this next part plays into the whole crazy morning theme, I'll have to give you my health history from the past couple of days. All winter I've had this stupid growing patch of eczema on my earlobe, right? Right. Well, lately no matter how much cream I put on it it just gets worse and worse. Just a few days ago I discovered a small, hard, lump right behind the same ear that hurt horribly. Over the next few days me, my mom, and my dad watched it and I noticed that every time we felt it to see if it had gone down it always started hurting for a long time afterwards. Last night it started up again during home group and it was REALLY bad. All of a sudden, I noticed that the pain that had kept behind my ear was now spreading down the right side of my neck. I was determined that getting to the doctor was going to make me feel better so we waited until this morning to call the office to see if they could get me in before I had to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night long I was sleeping in spurts because my ear and neck hurt sssooo bad. I almost cried (and I happen to have a high pain tolerance if it doesn't involve blood). So we called this morning and guess what time they could get us in? 10:50. Only ten minutes before I had to be at the barn! We then we had to call Mrs.L back and ask if I could still get there after and praise God, she said yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now you have heard all about my crazy morning. Tomorrow should be an exciting day too.&lt;br /&gt; I TURN 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Please pray that the appointment will go well. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4353252036424338568?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4353252036424338568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4353252036424338568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4353252036424338568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4353252036424338568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-crazy-morning.html' title='My Crazy Morning....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1189164945794238846</id><published>2010-04-05T20:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T21:18:04.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Experience ....</title><content type='html'>Today is another post about horses. My lesson anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The R's came again with their horses, Kurant and Buttons. I rode Buttons again because that's the horse I'll be showing this summer and I need to get in as much riding time as possible. So I trotted her mostly and tried to get her to stay on the rail but hard as I tried I couldn't get her to stay there. This little pony has the uncanny knack of turning against you in the opposite direction when you need to go somewhere else. It makes it very difficult for me to handle when whoever is on the ground watching and giving me directions gets agitated that I'm not where I'm supposed to be. I hate to argue with them even when it's not my fault but I also don't like people to think that I'm a rebellious little teenager. Because I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so, towards the end I cantered a couple of times and then the R's needed to leave so we took a few more minutes to do something that I had never done before and found that I immensely enjoyed. We took the horses outside and rode them over to Mrs.L's pond. It was lovely. Not too hot and not to cold and we sat and the horses ate grass and we talked. It was thrilling to give Buttons her head while she inched her way down an embankment and to stand in the stirrups while she walked up another embankment. I want to do it again and again. I'm going on Friday to ride Buttons with Mrs.R and Mrs.L so hopefully we can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1189164945794238846?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1189164945794238846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1189164945794238846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1189164945794238846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1189164945794238846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-experiance.html' title='A New Experience ....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-6946285131053990345</id><published>2010-04-03T17:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T17:21:02.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weather and Dog Bites.....</title><content type='html'>Amazing warm weather out here, people! Lovin' it! I rode yesterday in almost 80 degree weather ... it was lovely but HOT. Today is still pretty warm but very windy. Very windy. So much in fact that I had a hard time hearing Mum from the yard earlier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we mostly worked outside, a little inside, and played when we where not working - us kids anyway. If your friend ever calls you during warm weather and if you have a swing set; totally talk while you sit on a swing! I do it all the time and it's so relaxing and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see. NEWS FLASH : Lean got bit by a dog down the street today. The creep broke the skin and you could see one tiny bruise from every stupid little tooth of his. This particular dog (Benny by name) has always been a bit of a menace to us and our neighbors. It's attacked and scared most of the ones we know and once bit the mailman who is now afraid of dogs. Who can blame him??? Lele, Nate, and Lydia where riding their bikes on the road when they went past their house and the dog didn't have his electric collar on so he escaped. He has gotten out of his fence before with me but fortunately kept his teeth of and out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah is okay though it still hurts her. Thank the Lord that she didn't need stitches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-6946285131053990345?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/6946285131053990345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=6946285131053990345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6946285131053990345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6946285131053990345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/04/weather-and-dog-bites.html' title='Weather and Dog Bites.....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4967427577205721146</id><published>2010-03-16T14:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:57:53.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Max, Mazy, and Whitney....</title><content type='html'>Hello blog-readers! I've reappeared after like 3 weeks or something...sorry! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, spring is fast approaching and all the world is fresh.....with the exception of &lt;em&gt;our&lt;/em&gt; back yard. Our yard is (at the moment) filled with various doggy-gifts, if you get my meaning. Not so great because Mazy - 8 year old toy poodle - is the laziest pooch on the planet and refuses to go any farther than the boundaries of the patio to do her business in winter. Max - 4 year old goldendoodle - is also in the habit of dubbing a specific spot in the back yard except for his is along the back fence. Everything he has ..... hmhm..... "eaten and disposed of" is right there in a long, neat pile for the neighbor dog to sniff as she pleases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered all of these lovely surprises today as I took a short breather after school. That discovery was a day after I was told that when it gets warm and stays warm that will be our job: yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, my hopes of warm weather are still bountiful but I refuse to take up &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; occupation. Horse manure: not so bad. But dog "manure".....no-can-do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*                   *                   *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Speaking of horses: on to other things! *lol* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I rode and worked yesterday. Whitney was a doll and it was a lovely lesson. I've been fearful since my couple of falls (btw - I've indeed got a darn scar on my shoulder blade). But I'm working on it decided to kick some butt yesterday while I rode. Whitney had not been ridden in two weeks cuz my boss was away so she hopped on first and rode her for about a half hour before it was my turn. I walked around a bit and got into the "swing of things" then we trotted. That was mainly what my lessons consist of at the moment. Since I'll be doing a walk/trot test this summer we've been polishing it up in two point and posting. Most of it was posting and a little bit of two point but not much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprisingly, the trotting has improved though I didn't ride last week. We could not fit in any canter this week because of the half hour that Mrs.L needed to tune Whit up for me. But Whitney was such a good girl even though we had her out for and hour and 45 minutes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Afterwards, I untacked her, put her cooler on, and picked out her hooves. After finishing some chores inside, I came back out again and fed her a ton of apples and carrots for which she returned in snuggles and licks. Horse licks are much more slobbery than you would expect, but every time she pushed her head into my stomach made up for my sticky hands. It is the most amazing feeling when a horse trusts you enough to let you rub it's ears and scratch it's poll and hug it's neck. My favorite is when she sniffs at my head or my ear as I'm cleaning her stall. What would life be without horses???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, I must scoot. A dirty guinea pig cage awaits. I think these animals are totally consuming me. Ahhhhh!!!!! *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4967427577205721146?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4967427577205721146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4967427577205721146' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4967427577205721146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4967427577205721146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/03/max-mazy-and-whitney.html' title='Max, Mazy, and Whitney....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3308689228556333378</id><published>2010-02-17T20:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T20:20:45.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In General</title><content type='html'>Nate is okay. He handled it wonderfully and didn't even cry. For Pete's sake (don't ask me who Pete is; my dad asks me all the time!) the kid &lt;em&gt;watched &lt;/em&gt;them put the stitches in! There were four, in case you wanted to know. His comment was: "It was so cool to watch them stick the needle in and out and I couldn't even feel a thing!" If I ever have to get stitches I think I'll pass out at home and then pass out again at the hospital. I don't have a very high pain tolerance in case you haven't noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life is good. I just watched "Flying Tomato" on TV. Dude, I love that guy! *haha* I've also been dying to watch some figure skating. I've seen a little, but I usually miss most of it. *sniff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back is slowly beginning to heal. It is now itchy and annoying and beginning to scab over. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut today as well. I really don't look much different cuz all I did was get a few inches taken off and my layers renewed. I didn't have much time to think about what I wanted done so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go and work on my math now. Woopy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Has anybody heard the song &lt;em&gt;Fireflies&lt;/em&gt; by Owl City? It's my fave song now! *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3308689228556333378?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3308689228556333378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3308689228556333378' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3308689228556333378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3308689228556333378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-general.html' title='In General'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1344328749855288306</id><published>2010-02-16T18:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T18:22:11.158-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey yall!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for my bro, Nate. He's heading for Urgent Care to get his thumb stiched up after cutting himself while making a salad. He's taking it all in stride though .... at least untill he gets the full concept of what "stiches" actually means! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks! - Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1344328749855288306?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1344328749855288306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1344328749855288306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1344328749855288306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1344328749855288306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/02/hey-yall-pray-for-my-bro-nate.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-482898341111118964</id><published>2010-02-16T11:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T13:05:10.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Falls In Two Weeks...</title><content type='html'>Another day, another post. And, once again, it's about horses! (I hope I'm not totally boring you guys with all this horse stuff - if I am - let me know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, last week during my lesson I was working on diagonal lines and riding right into the corners which is something I've had trouble with. That was mostly what the lesson consisted of. Towards the end of the lesson, I was getting nervous and in turn I made Whit nervous. It's amazing how your body language will transfer to your mount the way it does. Eventually, I fell off but it was not to bad. I had never fallen off before so it was pretty exciting. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so yesterday morning I'm thinking: "Aw, I won't fall again &lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;. That was last week." Right. The whole lesson went pretty well until Mrs.L asked me to canter. The whole past 6 days I had been gearing myself up for the canter. Now I was struggling to keep that feeling and do the deed. When I began to canter everything was all right for the most part. Then, we got onto the longer rail (the length of the arena) and I got nervous. I pinched, and Whit went faster. I swear she was galloping and at the end of the lesson Mrs.L said that she had never seen Whitney go so fast. *lol* Anyway, as we were cantering and quickly accelerating to my dismay, I realized that she was turning slightly toward the standard of one of the jumps. Therefor, I tried attempted to turn her away from it and onto the rail again. But, because of my position and the fact that I was freaked out to high heaven, I completely lost my seat and fell off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I landed I felt like I was being jostled around and like I never actually hit the ground. I had a momentary thought that I was being run over, but hey there was nothing I could do about it. After the jostling was over I sat up, shaking and breathing hard as Mrs.L came over. She had me stay where I was and she got Whit - who I might add had not done anything drastic and slowed a few feet away with her reigns all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;Once I was recovered, I stood and walked to the mounting block to brush myself off and Mrs.L hopped on to ride for a bit. I must admit that I was glad she did because I was very emotional as I brushed myself off. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished the ride with a couple of canters on the lunge line and a nice easy trot to cool Whit before we headed out. I waited until then to mention my aching shoulder blade. After Whitney was taken care of we went into the lounge to make sure I was okay.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say the pain I had noticed was a 7 or 8" skinned mark from Whit's lovely hoof. I'll post more alter, but I've got stuff I gotta do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ttyl - Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-482898341111118964?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/482898341111118964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=482898341111118964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/482898341111118964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/482898341111118964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/02/two-falls-in-two-weeks.html' title='Two Falls In Two Weeks...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1861509962976484775</id><published>2010-02-13T09:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T09:40:31.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short One...</title><content type='html'>Good morning, world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am here to post a short one. First reason is cuz I'm sick with this stupid cold thing that has been going around in our family. Oddly enough, it is being shared by our very close friends in Montana. Everyone has decided that it must be traveling by phone and that's why they have it. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is because my little bros birthday was yesterday! That's right: he is now officially 13! Because Fridays are usually a little busy around here (my mom has to work at the church in the evenings, my daddy and I have to clean, and Leah had basketball practice) we held his family party on Thurs.. All the grandparents came over and brought gifts and we had cheesecake - Nate's fave. On Friday morning we left a little after 9:30 for the Art Museum. We spent our time there untill about... 1:30 or so. Then we drove back and stopped at CiCi's, one of our fave restaurants. By the time we were done there, we were all so tired.....until we got into the car. My sibs (not including myself) played thumb wars all the way home. That was interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, because I've been running around sick since Wednesday, I stayed home with Lid and Rilla while the rest of the fam went to the church. We watched the opening ceremonies for the winter Olympics and had a wonderful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm going to finsih my breakfast and shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles - Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1861509962976484775?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1861509962976484775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1861509962976484775' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1861509962976484775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1861509962976484775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/02/short-one.html' title='A Short One...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8440917674503745392</id><published>2010-02-03T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:36:09.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update on Life</title><content type='html'>Ello, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much going on with me lately. There is a lovely snow outside, Daddy is home for lunch, and I've got a cornbread in the oven for us kids to have. Mumzee darling has just left for a very belated birthday meal with a friend of hers and I'm here at the laptop typing. Soon, Grandma Sherry is going to be here to pick up Lid and Rilla (*woohoo!*) for the afternoon so that Nathan, Lele, and I can have some peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gryphon book is going well. I'm only on the seventh chapter but things are definitely moving along at a quick pace despite the fact that I haven't worked on it for a few days. School, work, tutoring, things that Mom and Dad need the computer for happen before I can write, and bed time are all getting in the way. But, whatever. I'm determined to work on it at some point today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The winner for the 2010 Vision Forum Essay Contest has not yet been announced. I think I explained why they changed the date (of which I have no idea), but just in case I haven't already I will now. They ended up having so many entrees that they could not make the dead line. Not exactly good news. I guess $1,000 fetches many people's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lesson this last Monday was not the best of the best but not the worst of the worst, if you follow me. I never actually, purposely cantered. I did for a few strides but not for long after a trotting pole. At one point something happened and I lost my seat and Whit was doing something...no idea what but it felt horrible. I did not want to canter after that and neither did Whit, though we tried countless times. We finally ran out of time and quit for the day. I'll be working Wednesday instead of Monday as Mrs.L will be out of town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I close. I'm planning on creating a new devotional blog by me just to see if people will read it or not. I'm always getting ideas in my head about how one thing can relate to another. Anyway, I'll post the address on here when I've got it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles! -Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8440917674503745392?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8440917674503745392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8440917674503745392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8440917674503745392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8440917674503745392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/02/update-on-life.html' title='An Update on Life'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3884392453990746559</id><published>2010-01-26T20:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T21:28:13.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video from January 18, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d1036c158b138df7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1036c158b138df7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757909%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E7898477D4DECCD3D208E39635AC0B283DAE1D.D2C3441546655E0E18AA919EB0B48EA0B05D4D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1036c158b138df7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH8fm8PSlzvZfvH_praZSxrkM0ew&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd1036c158b138df7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757909%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E7898477D4DECCD3D208E39635AC0B283DAE1D.D2C3441546655E0E18AA919EB0B48EA0B05D4D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd1036c158b138df7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DH8fm8PSlzvZfvH_praZSxrkM0ew&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Here it is! Sorry it took me so long - I finally had enough time to post it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;If you watch carefully, when I go into the trot it was because Whitney (the horse I'm riding) spooked when some blankets began to tumble out of a bucket which you can't see. She didn't spook too badly, but started off in a trot and we where able to keep it going for a while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Enjoy! - Hanna&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3884392453990746559?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3884392453990746559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3884392453990746559' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3884392453990746559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3884392453990746559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/01/video-from-january-18-2010.html' title='Video from January 18, 2010'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1350209553107932284</id><published>2010-01-20T09:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:35:12.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Lesson and Pictures and *hopefully* Videos to Come!</title><content type='html'>You are probably all getting very tired of my riding lesson posts, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I wanna get all of the great ones written down so that one day I can go back and read them and smile as I sit inside my house and look out at all the great dressage horses in my barn. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;I can dream can't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Monday my mom and dad came to stand for an hour and watch me ride. The Karen and Anna R (some of the kids from youth group know who the R's are) and they brought their two horses, Buttons and Kurant. Buttons is actually a bay little pony, but her sire was a Clydesdale and so she looks like one more than anything else. Kurant is a breed that I can't remember off the top of my head right now, but she is also bay - though a very different kind - and she is lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The R's parked across the road at Hopie's old house (some of you also know Hopie) and walked their horses across the road and into the indoor arena. Meanwhile, I tacked Whitney and mom and dad visited with the horses until I was finished. Then we walked to the arena too where Anna and Karen had already mounted their horses and where warming them up a bit while Mrs.Love lunged Whit. I waited for her to be done and then mounted Whit and we set off at a walk around the arena for a circle. When we came back around, a few blankets fell and made a little racket. Whitney - actually all of the horses - spooked a little and Whit started off at a trot so I figured I'd just let her at it and get it out of her system since it was a good pace anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We trotted for a little while and then Mrs.Love had me get up in two point. Soon, all of the riders and horses where in a row, trotting around in circles and then she had us coming on the center line and half-halting. After we trotted a little more we where all to try a leg yield. A leg yield is when you have the horse just where you want them and their outside shoulder is on the rail and their rump in pointing out toward the center of the arena while still traveling forward. It is a pretty cool feeling, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I was done on Whit, Anna mounted her and I hopped onto Buttons. Anna cantered and trotted in turns and I mostly trotted Buttons. Her paces are so short that you have to post at lightning speed; or at least you feel like it. Later, everyone began urging me to try cantering Buttons. I did. To my surprise - it was fun! Except for the fact that I was constantly hitting myself on the pommel (anyone who knows what the pommel will probably groan with empathy)&lt;br /&gt;it was great! Anna's saddle is a general purpose saddle which is not favored among those who were riding on Monday. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a lot of fun and mom and daddy enjoyed it. Needless to say, I am sore in numerous places, but that is the price you must pay for fun. *hehe* I happen to have some vids and pics of Monday but I have to wait to post them until later tonight cuz they are on Daddy's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I'm gonna shock Mrs.Love on Monday and ask her if I can try cantering on the right lead this Monday and try leg yields at the trot on Whitney. She has been trying for two weeks now to get me to canter on my own. *lol*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1350209553107932284?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1350209553107932284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1350209553107932284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1350209553107932284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1350209553107932284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-lesson-and-pictures-and.html' title='Another Lesson and Pictures and *hopefully* Videos to Come!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4047159770098811655</id><published>2010-01-12T12:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:15:03.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lesson Yesterday...</title><content type='html'>Oh I had a great riding lesson yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whitney was so good, just like last week and I had a great time although the inside of my thighs went numb a number of times. Despite the almost-whole-hearted-obedience attitude Whit has though out the lesson, she acts up near the end and after I dismount. She seems to think that you are her personal napkin after a ride. She's got something going on with her vascular vein and her left nostril has been leaking blood constantly. They have her on meds after doing something to it which Mrs.Love thinks might have irritated it even more so it's not getting better. It doesn't seem to bother her, but it does me. My breeches now have numerous light stains all over them from her wiping her muzzle all over me. I can't wait till I get darker ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so I did mostly two point (standing in the stirrups while you ride) in trot which is not as easy as it sounds. You have to keep your legs in the right spot or if your horse stops, over the neck and head you go! Then you have to keep yourself straight up and your hands on the horses' neck like a jockey or jumper. Not my fave, but oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we tried trotting poles (the same poles from a jump except for it's flat on the ground). The last time I tried them, I didn't have enough leg so I was either missing them completely or only going over the end or hitting them at an angle, which I don't want to do. But, this week I did have enough leg and we went straight over it in the middle...most of the time. I was still in two point went we where heading for it once and Whit had lengthened her trot a little too much. We got to it and she, instead of trotting over it, JUMPED over it! Granted, it was a very small jump, but a jump nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after she landed she went into a canter, nice and smooth though she was on the left lead - her stiff, arthritic side, not exactly the most comfortable. I kept my cool and two point which surprised me greatly since I've never jumped before in my life and only cantered once before off the lunge line. I wasn't holding the grab strap, just the reins and a bit of Whit's mane. I did, however, loose my stirrup. Pulling up Whitney and half-halting from the trot, I gave her huge pats and slaps and a treat from my pocket. Mrs.Love was so excited and praised me for not chasing Whit over the pole or hanging onto her mouth. I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She jumped a bit later and cantered off once more, but that was not so lovely as the first time around. I practically fell off. But Whit, being the dam of three foals, treated me with patience and slowed and kept her cool as I lost mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4047159770098811655?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4047159770098811655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4047159770098811655' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4047159770098811655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4047159770098811655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-lesson-yesterday.html' title='My Lesson Yesterday...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4940926055580914090</id><published>2010-01-01T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T00:12:22.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hey! First post of the year 2010!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;YYYYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4940926055580914090?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4940926055580914090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4940926055580914090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4940926055580914090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4940926055580914090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2010/01/hey-first-post-of-year-2010.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7316082965615046586</id><published>2009-12-31T23:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T23:41:58.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy New Year's everyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Sorry not to see you all, we usually stay at home, watch a special movie, have a ton of junk food, and make a toast with sparkling grape juice (I know - original, right? *lol*) and do a talk about our family and personal New Years resolutions. We have a great time, but I miss you all!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Goin' to watch the Ball Drop!!!!!!!!!!! *woohoo!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7316082965615046586?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7316082965615046586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7316082965615046586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7316082965615046586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7316082965615046586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7903631520583031866</id><published>2009-12-26T09:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T09:46:38.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Christmas....</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! My Christmas was great! And we even got a WHITE one this year, though it did rain all day. *sigh* But, it was lovely! This year I did not ask nor receive any electronics, but I'm fine with that. I got lots of other awesome things! Let's see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some clothes,&lt;br /&gt;a pair of pink shoes,&lt;br /&gt;a Breyer horse for my room,&lt;br /&gt;a pink hairdryer,&lt;br /&gt;a devotional,&lt;br /&gt;a totally cute thermos cup,&lt;br /&gt;earrings,&lt;br /&gt;a purity necklace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And some other stuff, but I can never remember everything unless it's sitting in front of me anyway. *lol* Hopefully in the next couple of days Mum and I will be heading out to get the rest of my Christmas gifts. I had asked for tall boots and a dressage whip but the boots have to be sized right and Mum couldn't decide which whip to get me. *lol* That's okay. I won't mind picking them out myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go and put stuff away! - Hanna       P.S. Let me know how your Christmas went!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7903631520583031866?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7903631520583031866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7903631520583031866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7903631520583031866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7903631520583031866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-christmas.html' title='My Christmas....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1439223817189802360</id><published>2009-12-23T18:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:11:18.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Mary....</title><content type='html'>Merry Christmas, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this season a little deeper the last few weeks, but not from the usual point of view - how wonderful and amazing it is that the Holy One came down to humble humanity and made himself into man. Although the story of the Incarnation is amazing and humbling, that is not where my thoughts have been this Christmas season. Instead, I've realized the fact that I am fifteen and, in actuality, Mary was between 14 and 16 when she found herself carrying the Most High and in circumstances that in most respects would be shameful to a young girl of that age now. However, for Mary (and Mary alone) this was no shameful pregnancy. Yes, she was probably humiliated at the way that her friends, relatives, and acquaintances treated her after she returned from Elizabeth's home, but she, Joseph, and yes, even God, knew that she was still a pure virgin of no wrong doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point that I want to bring up to my readers is this: imagine yourself in Mary's position. She was young, unmarried, and here she is with child. Not exactly what you would call a circumstance to brighten her reputation, huh? If I where she, I think I would be horribly afraid of the unknown, lonely, and vulnerable. On the other hand, I might feel privileged to be given the honor of the most precious gift to mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is what she was going to do about it. After a glorious encounter with an angel, she probably didn't walk up to her parents in a daze and said, "Oh, just so you know, I'm pregnant, and, oh yeah, don't flip out cuz I'm still a virgin and it was the Holy Spirit, so talk to God." Nope, probably not. And her parents probably didn't react like this: "Gosh, Mary, this is great! You have been privileged by God himself and you're STILL a virgin? Whoa!" Nah. The reaction was probably any like parent would have at the shocking news - and more. They where probably angry, disappointed, and disbelieving. Let's face it, a child being conceived by the holy spirit by a virgin isn't very convincing is it? So, poor Mary, probably felt stuck between her fear and what her family and friends thought of her. But, God had a plan, and at least Joseph and Elizabeth believed her. And, if Mary was the God-fearing girl that I know she was, she leaned completely on her Lord and His never ending love. She was blameless to God and any other opinions where meaningless compared to His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this Christmas, don't only marvel at what God has done for us and the miracle of the Incarnation, but also remember Mary, the young, vulnerable, and pure virgin who risked her reputation to bring the One into the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1439223817189802360?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1439223817189802360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1439223817189802360' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1439223817189802360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1439223817189802360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/12/remembering-mary.html' title='Remembering Mary....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1881518215333480151</id><published>2009-12-19T10:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T10:38:09.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are a Horse Person If.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1. You walk around the house with a measuring stick or hairbrush, slapping yourself on the hip like a crop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2. You begin to hyperventilate when your sweeping and find a stone on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A grocery bag begins to fall and you squeal and rush to stop it before somebody spooks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4. You have actually thought about trying to get your dog on a lunge line just to see if it would work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5. When you where little you really truly ate the grass in your back yard behind your mother's back and rear when a sibling comes to "catch" you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6. You sit in bed at night practicing you posting skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7. Two years ago you pretended to have your own horse who galloped at lightning speed beside your car. Okay, her name was Chestnut and she was....duh....Chestnut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8. You get yelled at for sitting at the computer and watching dressage, hunter jumper, cross country, and polo videos for house on end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9. You get nervous before every virtual horse show in a computer game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10. You talk to your most favorite horse in the world while you groom her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11. You smile and sigh as soon as your in the saddle again every week even if last weeks lesson was crummy just because it feels good to be on top of a horse again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;12. You swear that horses necks where made for hugging and do it every time you get the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These are a horsewoman's confessions. Mine, to be honest. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1881518215333480151?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1881518215333480151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1881518215333480151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1881518215333480151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1881518215333480151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-are-horse-person-if.html' title='You are a Horse Person If.....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3127813447324988684</id><published>2009-12-18T08:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T10:02:07.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Creation.....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as I was preparing myself to go and get my pictures taken for a photo contest I realized a very important thing and felt impressed to post it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every person in the world - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;particularly&lt;/span&gt; in America - tries as one point or another to look like the people on the magazine covers or in the movie releases. We don't think of ourselves as beautiful enough to go out looking the way we are - always trying to alter what God as made us to be. I'm not saying that we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; be condemned for washing our hair, putting makeup on, or wearing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jewelry&lt;/span&gt;, but when people feel like they need plastic surgery just because they don't like the way they are, or when people cut their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tongues&lt;/span&gt; or ears because they think that it looks better or because they want to look like animals, that is sin. God made you the way you are, and God made animals the way they are - there is no getting around it. Now, sometimes you may be thinking: "But I want to look like so-and-so, she is beautiful." By whose standards? Yes, she may be beautiful, but that is the work of God. Actually, some is the temporary work of man, Ever heard of airbrushing? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Photoshop&lt;/span&gt;? What you think of as beautiful is what the world tells you is beautiful. What God thinks of as beautiful, is exactly what you are. He made all of this with His own hands His own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt;. Even people who are born with deformities are beautiful and even perfect. There is no such thing as imperfect looks. God is perfect. He does not make mistakes &lt;em&gt;because&lt;/em&gt; He is perfect. If He does not make mistakes - then He made us all exactly the way He wanted us to be. Sometimes it may be something that you think is imperfect about you - your ears are too pointy or too big, your waist may be bigger than most, your eyes are not the right color, your hair won't do whatever is in. Just remember that He has made you perfect. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Absolutely&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"For I am fearfully and wonderfully made."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Psalm 139&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3127813447324988684?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3127813447324988684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3127813447324988684' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3127813447324988684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3127813447324988684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-creation.html' title='Perfect Creation.....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-759617759253275681</id><published>2009-12-02T20:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T20:15:59.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 6th Birthday, Rilly Billy!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Happy 6th Birthday, Rilla Anne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Today is my little sisters 6th birthday. Most of you know her, I think. That adorable, brown eyed, long haired, laughing kiddo who stops you in the hall every Sunday and tells you a random joke? Yeah, that's her! Marilla, the kid who has such a strong sense of killer humor that you laugh at the never ending joke: "Knock, knock! Who's there? Banana! Banana who? Banana - my name is not ANNA!" Hu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Yeah, well, today is her birthday! So, if you will, give a happy birthday wish to her. She deserves it in return for all of the laughs, smiles, memories and her "Rillaisms".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOVE YOU, ARMADILLO RILLA!!!! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;- Big Sis &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-759617759253275681?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/759617759253275681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=759617759253275681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/759617759253275681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/759617759253275681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-6th-birthday-rilly-billy.html' title='Happy 6th Birthday, Rilly Billy!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3229866891733643546</id><published>2009-11-26T09:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T09:12:18.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY THANKSGIVING, EVERYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3229866891733643546?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3229866891733643546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3229866891733643546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3229866891733643546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3229866891733643546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-everybody.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8541794459003277226</id><published>2009-11-13T08:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T08:20:33.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet 16th, Ashawe! *lol*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YYY&lt;/span&gt;Happy (Belated) Sweet 16th, Ashley!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;YYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;You are an awesome, amazing, friendly, talented 16-year-old! I'm so blessed by you every Sunday (or whenever your around!). You're easy to talk to and relate to and that is a very hard thing to find nowadays....somebody to talk to - not to hear the latest gossip. : ) Thanks for being you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;And btw - I was a bad friend. I forgot your birthday date, and I had my mom ask your mom&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;and I mom forgot to tell me. Sorry 'bout that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8541794459003277226?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8541794459003277226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8541794459003277226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8541794459003277226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8541794459003277226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-sweet-16th-ashawe-lol.html' title='Happy Sweet 16th, Ashawe! *lol*'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1868949626646574067</id><published>2009-11-04T08:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T09:05:51.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Sick &amp; Busy Girl....</title><content type='html'>I confess that I have not posted since October 5th and it is now November 4th. Two good reasons for this: I started something called The Little Lounge which is a sight just for home schooled kids. The "mommy version" (if you want to call it) is The Homeschool Lounge. It's something like Facebook....only, as my mom puts it: "There is more meaning to it all." There are games, a chat room, forums, discussions, invites, contests, basicly that kinda stuff. I'm really liking it and that's partly the reason why I've been on there more than Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other reason is that I've had something seemingly close to H1N1 since Sunday all the way up until last night. Lele, Nate, and Muver had a touch of it also but it wasn't as bad as the way I felt. I couldn't go to work, I couldn't ride, and I didn't go to tutoring....all of which I cried over except the latter.  *lol* I had a fever of 102.6, my skin hurt, I had a headache, I was dizzy when I stood up, my lower back hurt really bad, my throte was scratchy and sore, and I wanted to sleep but it took forever to get there! So, my daddy who is the best, went to the store and picked up Canada Dry, pudding, and sherbet, just like I had asked. Mommy took great care of me, Liddy cleaned my room AND made my bed (I've thought about hiring her full time *lol*), and Lele got me my water, and offered me Snuggles....could somebody tell me where Leah went? *lol* Anyway, I felt crappy last night after taking care of the pigs and fell asleep right away. I woke up this morning and felt like a new woman! My fever is gone, my skin feels normal, my headache has been thrown into the abyss, but, granted, my throte still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chicken soup doesn't cure all things (unless it's Cambel's), but chocolate pudding, sherbet, and Canada Dry does! So, could you all pray for Lele, cuz she feels worse today. You could also pray that we can get our swine flu vaccinations very soon. We where supposed to get them this morning but they don't let sick people come in and the vaccination is running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1868949626646574067?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1868949626646574067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1868949626646574067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1868949626646574067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1868949626646574067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/11/confessions-of-sick-busy-girl.html' title='Confessions of a Sick &amp; Busy Girl....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7769740729097222209</id><published>2009-10-06T17:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T17:32:11.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Quick, Really Busy!</title><content type='html'>Well, today was interesting. I got up this morning about 8:00 and was ready by 9:40. Then, Mum and I went to the cardiologist for an appointment. My heart lately has been raising mostly for no known reason so we wanted to check it out. The doc thinks that I have been drinking too much coffee, and not eating enough salty foods or drinking enough water. That checks out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soon returned home and squashed lunch into a half hour time frame. Then I had to leave once again for tutoring. I got home at 3 something and finished some chores and fun, happy stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to ride yesterday. But I can't ride for most of the month cuz Mrs.Love will be gone to places like Italy, Florida, and the Bahamas. I wish I could go with her. *lol* Karen (old barn manager) will be house sitting so I'll get to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I'm babysitting tonight so I'll have some moola in my empty wallet! I like that....a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hanna Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7769740729097222209?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7769740729097222209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7769740729097222209' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7769740729097222209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7769740729097222209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-quick-really-busy.html' title='Really Quick, Really Busy!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5707977711830729434</id><published>2009-09-24T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T08:55:49.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year and Four Days Ago Today....</title><content type='html'>Woohoo! Since Sep. 20th we have had the guinea pigs for one year and four days! If you look back to the September 20, 2008 post you can see pics of Gilbert and Snuggles in their new home being held by their "new moms". *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before we where up late preparing for the newest members of the household. We read out computer instructions and cavy books about how to make their cage up. We figured out their water bottle, arranged and rearranged the tube and wood house, decided where to put the feed dish, stuffed teddy, and toilet-paper tubes. Earlier in the day we went out and bought everything from the pet store with the exception of the cage which we got from some church who didn't need it. This was a blessing because cages even near the size of the one we have are $150+.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember going into the house where they where born, and seeing their cage along with some other relative (don't ask me who). Leah, Mom, and I where so tickled to hear their weeks, and grumbles, purrs, and chutts. They where very soon grabbed (and I do mean &lt;em&gt;grabbed&lt;/em&gt;) by the son of the family and plopped into a cardboard box that was either toted along by us or furnished by the family - don't remember. We heard them give the alarm call and soon the room was filled with "awwwws" from us, of course. Some bedding, newspaper, hay, and pellets where thrown in to make them more comfortable. The mother of the family talked to us about guinea care and the vet- something we never thought about. Unfortunately, because guinea pigs are originally from the Andes, they are considered foreign pets and so are expensive in the vet's office. With that in mind, their are actually people who give their sows c-sections!! :O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on the way home, Lele had to hold them stationary on the seat next to her because they where so freaked out that the lid was gonna pop off any second and we didn't want that. We soon got them home and got them settled. Through out the rest of the day they where watched as they discovered new hidy holes, food, their water bottle and various little toys. Snuggles was named right away because when Lele held him for the first time, he snuggled his little black head into the crook in her arm, hence the name Snuggles. The was gonna be named Piglet, gut it didn't suit him in the least. Gilbert was unnamed until that evening. I was watching him and thinking of various names when all of a sudden that name popped in my head. You see, it took so long for us to find names for them because we had always thought that we where gonna get girls, but we got boys instead, so it took some extra thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm sorry I must end this so abruptly, but I must go and get ready for the day before it's to late and I'm yelled at! ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5707977711830729434?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5707977711830729434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5707977711830729434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5707977711830729434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5707977711830729434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/09/one-year-and-four-days-ago-today.html' title='One Year and Four Days Ago Today....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-6854816486292741191</id><published>2009-09-17T08:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:59:56.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of School &amp; Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was our first day of school, and it actually went pretty good. For those of you who are confused because Tuesday was supposed to be our first day - it was more like we where all at the table with Mumzee-Darling, and she explained what the year was gonna look like. We also started some of our reading and got acquainted with our new books and programs. I liked that idea better than when we had just jumped into it all with cold feet. *lol* Not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Wednesday was our really, and truly first day of school. We met at the table once again and talked about our day, then Mum made out papers for Nate, Lele, and Yours Truly. So while we olders searched for a place to seal our doom the littles had their first reading lesson and got all upset when they where done because they wanted to do another one (I'm now attempting to talk, type and keep Rilla from falling off of my lap...=] ). Anyway, it was a good day and now we must move onto today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Lele is going to BestCuts to get a new hair cut. She says that she is going to "grow out my bangs and have them like Hanna's, and I want to get a haircut like hers today too!" I know, I'm popular, or in my home at least! *lol* (To be completely honest, I hate my bangs, and I'm growing them out.....again.)  I asked my mom if I could go along and get mine done too because I found a new cut that I like, but apparently she's gonna take Lele first to see "how they do". For once I don't have to be the guinea pig! *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanna Liz &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-6854816486292741191?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/6854816486292741191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=6854816486292741191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6854816486292741191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6854816486292741191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-school-haircuts.html' title='Of School &amp; Haircuts'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2131450309050009632</id><published>2009-08-28T13:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T13:59:16.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazy Days</title><content type='html'>Whoa, talk about  crazy weekend! Friday night I went to a bonfire at the youth pastor's house. That was allot of fun; his wife, a friend of mine and me sat in the kitchen and talked our heads off and told hilarious stories. Before that we watched slide shows of a couple of girls who went on mission trips and played games out in the dark and roasted marshmallows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we didn't go anywhere but we all had a load of accomplishments for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a mix of church events. I helped in the Sunday school class, then we left for home (a bit later than the norm). I was on the computer for most of the day and then Mum &amp;amp; Daddy left to prepare for a meeting at the church. I got to watch my sibs. : ) I got the five minute reminder from Rilla Anne. "Hanna, I'm hungry." Five minutes later: "Hanna, I'm hungry." I couldn't remember the last time that I couldn't get a kid to shut up. Now I can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, a member of our church died who had been coming before my grandpa became the pastor. Yesterday (Thursday) was her funeral. It is the strangest feeling when you look at a person who was the person whom you knew but now ia alien and quiet beyond compare. Not only that, but it's NOT them. It's their spirit and soul that make them who they are. Once those thing have left them, they are a nobody. There where many things I could not do yesterday. I did not go for the visitations. I did not give my last regards. I did not go to the graveside service. The first was because we had to take my little sibs to my grandma's, the second because I did not want to look on something that could not hear me nor respond. It scared me, to say it blatantly. I did not go to the graveside service because I could not watch someone I once knew be buried under ground. It struck me that it was a real person who would be in a box and under five feet of earth never to come out again or be seen by human eyes. It sounds so odd, but it's true. I instead went with my mom, brother and sister to prepare for the dinner. I helped and later found myself feeling incredibly drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an interesting couple of days. Today should be just the same after I leave for a babysitting job and then go and clean the church. Oh joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanna Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2131450309050009632?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2131450309050009632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2131450309050009632' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2131450309050009632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2131450309050009632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/08/crazy-days.html' title='Crazy Days'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1110007739871923534</id><published>2009-08-22T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T21:04:57.835-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sheriff On Our Street Is Like Zac Effron in Middlefeild...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay so I'm gonna post something very interesting even though I know no one will comment (or even read, for that matter) because you're all about Facebook now. I'm not joking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Our after-dinner devos where almost finished when we saw a little car and a Sheriff's car pull up with flashing lights. A Sheriff on our street is like Zac Effron in Middlefeild. *haha* We all got up and stared out the window with "ooh"s and "ahhh"s coming from every mouth. The Sheriff (a woman) got out and started talking to the "bad boy" driver. Eventually she left him and got back in the car. We later guessed that she was calling for backup because very soon, two more cops pulled up and got out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Our neighbors had just returned home after going out for dinner so they where still outside while all this was happening. We watched and watched and watched like the nosy neighbors we are....and then....we saw it. "It" was the handcuffs being clicked onto the "sinful son's" wrists! The whole house was filled with commotion as all seven of us crowded around the front window to watch a real, live, arrest....on OUR quiet street! Very soon Mom decided to visit with Mrs.B (our neighbor) and Dad, me, my sibs, the B kids, and Mr.B where close behind. All us kids where shooed to the front porch but somehow through my witt and skill I ended up with the adults to listen in.....*mooohaahaa* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;We watched in amazement as one cop shook out the kids pants...and even pulled them off. I wonder what it's like to stand for all the world to see in your boxers....to be completely honest, I would rather not find out. First, because I don't wear boxers (and for good reason), and second because I happen to like to wear pants when I'm not wearing a skirt. I have more reasons but I think two are enough. : D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Anyway, later we went back inside and soon got a call from Mrs.B telling us about what happened. They have connections and their house was directly in front of the cops and criminal. Apparently, this kid does not have a driver's licence. His mom was called by the cops and she said that she did not know that he had a car. The car that he was driving was actually his girlfriend's and so they arrested her too. But....when they searched his car they found &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;16 bags of heroine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;inside. (!!!!!!) That was enough to send him to the police department along with his girlfriend. They all eventually left and hopefully there will be something in the paper about it. If there is I'll be sure to give you the details.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;- Hanna Liz &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1110007739871923534?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1110007739871923534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1110007739871923534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1110007739871923534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1110007739871923534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/08/sheriff-on-our-street-is-like-zac.html' title='A Sheriff On Our Street Is Like Zac Effron in Middlefeild...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2406431795799547989</id><published>2009-07-31T11:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T11:35:51.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Suggles &amp; Gilbert</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need as many people as I can get to pray for Snuggles, Leah's guinea pig. I found a big inflamed, hairless spot on his side this morning ad it freaked the daylights out of me. We are gonna do everything we can to get him and Gilbert to the vet before Monday. We also need prayer that we will be able to pay the $80 + for them. They are very expensive to take to the vet because they are considered exotic pets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray and leave comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanna Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2406431795799547989?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2406431795799547989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2406431795799547989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2406431795799547989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2406431795799547989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-for-suggles-gilbert.html' title='Prayer for Suggles &amp; Gilbert'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2146701960974478196</id><published>2009-07-29T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T09:14:52.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy, Cozy, and Free to Finish What I Have Started...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Monday I went to work. Mucked, groomed, lunged, led, talked, and watched Karen worm WiFi. They put a banana-smelling white paste in a tube that looks like a shot but without the needle. Then they check to make sure that there is no hay in the horses mouth. Next, they stick the tube into the corner of their mouth where the gab between their teeth are. They then push all the paste in and then hold the horses head up so that they cannot lower their head and spit it all out. Cool but disgusting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Then I rode and was still off of the lunge line for the last week. I'm gonna try my hand and cantering....(!!!!) I know it sounds stupid but I'm deathly scared because I never got that far in any riding lessons. I cantered once, but only for a few paces and on accident. Mrs.Love says that I think too much about it so then I get nervous and do something wrong. Which, dare I say it, is true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Anyway, today is supposed to rain all day long. That is good and bad for a number of reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;#1 The pigs need their cage cleaned but I can't do it in the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;#2 I have to wash a breeches, jeans and such but I'll have to hang it all inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;#3 I LOVE to write in the rain and it is so cozy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;#4 I'm home all day with the rain and can do &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt;that I want to without having to worry about going anywhere! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Those two first ones are bad and the last two are good. Now I need to scoot. The dogs, pigs, and laundry are waiting to get done and my characters are complaining because most don't actually exist yet and apparently I'm taking too long getting them there! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- Hanna Liz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2146701960974478196?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2146701960974478196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2146701960974478196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2146701960974478196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2146701960974478196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/07/rainy-cozy-and-free-to-finish-what-i.html' title='Rainy, Cozy, and Free to Finish What I Have Started...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4922243612422659447</id><published>2009-07-22T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:25:49.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer request...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hey everyone. I work tomorrow and need your prayer. I'm kinda nervous because I need to talk to someone about something but I don't know how it will come across. I'd like it if you could just pray that I'll speak the right words without looking like a goody-to-shoes. Thanks, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;- Hanna Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4922243612422659447?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4922243612422659447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4922243612422659447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4922243612422659447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4922243612422659447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/07/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer request...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5344516098230116487</id><published>2009-07-13T18:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:44:01.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today At Work...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello all! Sorry I haven't posted in a while. I've been drowned in work and not allot of you have been part of the blogging world....Facebook has taken over most of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I went to work today - actually I'm still in my riding stuff and desperately need to get into the shower. I've been on the lunge line since I started - about two months ago. Three weeks ago, Mrs.Love started to take me off the lunge line at the very end for a little bit. Then today she let me off for the whole lesson because she thought I was ready. It was very exciting. Mostly what we did was trot work, two point, thigh stretches, and all that fun stuff. I had so much fun because I was totally in control of Whitney - the Hanoverian mare I ride. Mrs.Love says that I have improved allot, and I actually feel like it! Whitney is very smooth and likes to share her slobber with you after the ride! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Later, we took the stallions (Rondez and Relly) out into the indoor and free lunged them, then put some tack on 'em and put them on the lunge line as well. Neither are broken in yet, so Mrs.Love will have someone come in and do that. They are doing pretty well, though with the tack and Rondez has already had someone on his back twice, but not while moving. Relly is a pistol of a stallion, though. he has not had anyone on him....yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I need to go. Dinner, the shower, and an attempt to get daddy to let mom and I out for a blizzard are waiting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5344516098230116487?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5344516098230116487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5344516098230116487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5344516098230116487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5344516098230116487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/07/today-at-work.html' title='Today At Work...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-760676091769303914</id><published>2009-06-06T09:39:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T10:30:02.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life of Late.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mum and daddy are having an 'all day date' today. Grandma Sherry is coming to watch us till 4 and then my daddy's mum is coming to watch us till they get home. We are having tacos for dinner (yyyyuuuummmmm). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I went to work on Thursday and had more fun and sort-of-scary-experiences than ever before! First, I led Wifi and Whitney to the pasture. Wifi was fine, but when I took Whit out, she got giddy because she had been at grass for the last few days because of rain. As I was trying to untangle the chain in the lead rope from her halter, she threw her head up and backed up. Fortunately, I still had a hold of her lead rope and pulled her back down. I got the chain from under the nose band and let 'er go. She cantered off and rolled in the dust. *lol* My finger had gotten caught in the chain (ouch) and it got swelled and now it's a bit bruised. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Later I got in my breeches (I forgot my gloves which really irritated me), and Mrs. Love, Whitney, and I headed for the indoor arena. We walked for a bit, then she said, "Okedoky, lets trot!" My hands got clammy because I have not trotted for a lllooonnnnggggg time. I'm pretty rusty! However, I held on for dear life and did my best to post. I was surprised when I stopped and she complimented me on how I Iooked! = D Well, then she says: "Now I'm gonna take away your rains." I stared at her. "Uhhh. How come?" She explained that she wanted me to have 'independent body parts'. In other words, one arm needs to be able to do one thing without the other doing the same and so on. So she took them away, and I trotted while holding onto a special strap in the saddle. Let me tell you, I was holding on for dear life! *lol* A bit later she decided to take it one step further. I was now to ride with only one hand! My posting became very difficult and my stirrups just then decided to move around to where they where not supposed to be. That was a good day, though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Uhhhh! I'm so totally dying for a late night party! I wanna do something like a drive in movie and a fire in the backyard.....the wheels are turning.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Has anybody seen the movie Miss Potter??? I love it!!!!!!!!!!! We got it from Netflix the other day and we watched it like a zillion times! You gotta see it. There is no profanity and no swear words with the exception of one that is buried in a meeting.  See it anyway, it's goooodd!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- hanna liz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-760676091769303914?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/760676091769303914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=760676091769303914' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/760676091769303914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/760676091769303914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-life-of-late.html' title='My Life of Late.....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7724852368656886493</id><published>2009-06-01T11:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T11:16:22.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Big Sisters Are For....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, I got out of the shower this morning, and Lele told me that Nate's little rainbow crab that he just got a few weeks ago had died. He named him Pepper (because he thought that it sounded cute), and loved the thing to his bone. I don't know if they actually have bones, I was just using the expression. =] Anyway, I looked out of the front window and saw Nate digging a tiny hole by one of the trees by the road. Mom told me that he had cried, but just a teeny bit. I felt really bad for Nate, and we where soon all gathered around my bro and helped him out. Yes, I did catch myself wrestling with my pride, and threw a few cautious glances behind me toward the road. But then I stopped and thought, this is my brother who just lost his first pet, and is sad. If I had lost Gilbert, would my brother and sisters all stand around and refuse to help me feel better? No, of course not! Therefor, I stayed and hugged little bro and even put some flowers on the crabs grave. Yes, I felt dorky, but I think that I did the right thing. What are big sisters for, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Later Nate and Mum are going to the pet store to get two female crabs, of which Nater has already named Sarah and Liz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hanna Liz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7724852368656886493?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7724852368656886493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7724852368656886493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7724852368656886493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7724852368656886493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/06/what-big-sisters-are-for.html' title='What Big Sisters Are For....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8506149458418530652</id><published>2009-05-23T11:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T11:18:27.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 8th Birthday, Lydia!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Happy 8th Birthday, Lydia!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Only 8 years ago your brother, sisters, grandmas, and grandpas where sitting in the waiting room, excited to see their third sister for the first time. We had no idea what fun, excitement, and energy would radiate from you as the years passed. You have kept us all on our toes quite consistently, and thank goodness for that because you prepared us for yet another sister. I love you very much, Lid Bit! Happy Birthday!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Big Sister     &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6600;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8506149458418530652?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8506149458418530652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8506149458418530652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8506149458418530652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8506149458418530652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-8th-birthday-lydia.html' title='Happy 8th Birthday, Lydia!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4182377773680438186</id><published>2009-05-22T09:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:29:41.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Day On the Job!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Yesterday was my first day on the job! (Mrs.Love had to move it ahead because Thursday was better for her.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I woke with gusto at seven, hopped in and out of the shower, put my hair up, put on makeup, and ate - all before 8:40. Just for the record, I wore my ATF t-shirt from the first year, jeans, and my polished paddock boots. Mrs. Love noticed the boots and said that they looked almost newer than &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; new ones! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mom dropped me off at exactly 9 am and left soon afterward. Mrs. Love ran over what I was gonna be shown today and then left for Heinen's to pick up some stuff for the stable's fridge. Karen (the stable manager) and I worked on mucking out all seven of the stalls while she was gone, and we each told the other about how we had found the farm and our families the Bryer horses we played with as little kids. I thought it was funny that we each kept our horses in their own stable, with their own information sheet hanging on the stable door! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I visited with each of the real horses. I know all their names now: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Botchie ( short for something - I don't know what)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Relly (short for Relentless Love)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Wildfire (known as WiFi, *lol* )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Whitney ( or Whit )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rondevous (I don't know his nickname)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Chloe and Jimmy, two boarding jumpers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;When Mrs. Love came back, Karen and I where having lunch. As soon as she had dropped off the stuff, she visited and then had to leave for a hair cut. So then, Karen went over how to groom WiFi and all that fun stuff. I love that mare! I can hug her around the neck just like I do with Max, and she just soaks it all in! So we did that, and then headed to the tack room and started cleaning the tack. We then talked allot about our past riding teachers. As I was cleaning up a saddle, Mrs. Love returned in breeches, a riding shirt, and paddock boots. I felt really dorky in my dusty jeans and boots. This week is when Mum and I will get my helmet and breeches, woohoo! I left with Mrs. L and she lead Whitney out of her stall and down the hall where the baths, grooming, and tacking up take place. We tied her up to the leads on the wall and groomed Whitney within and inch of her life. I picked out her hoofs and then Mrs. Love showed me how to tack her up. Then we went out to the indoor riding arena and Mrs. L put the mare on the lunge lead and I watched from a distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;After about a half and an hour of that,we took her back inside and hosed her down and picked out her hoofs again. Then mom showed up to take me home to a much needed shower and dinner. : ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Next week, I'll begin to ride. Hopefully Mom can get some pics and I'll post 'em. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toodles - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hanna liz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4182377773680438186?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4182377773680438186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4182377773680438186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4182377773680438186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4182377773680438186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-day-on-job.html' title='My First Day On the Job!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4919841881909579231</id><published>2009-05-20T16:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T16:42:00.911-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Preperation....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We ended up not going yesterday because I felt ummmm.....crampy. We really didn't need the breeches this week anyway because I won't be riding. I'm just gonna get to know Whitney first. I'll feel more comfortable that way after I know her and she knows me. I did however rinse and polish those paddock boots today. They where pretty gross before, but now they look pretty close to new! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toodles - Hanna Liz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4919841881909579231?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4919841881909579231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4919841881909579231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4919841881909579231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4919841881909579231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-preperation.html' title='In Preperation....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1736992845891386235</id><published>2009-05-19T08:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T09:02:37.499-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Today 4 Clothes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Heyyyyy!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mum and I are leaving for a couple of stores that we found today! I'm hoping to find a black velveteen helmet: my fave! Tan jodhpurs or breeches are on our list too; and hopefully some gloves and half chaps, but I'm not counting on either. Then I'm spending the night at my Grandma Sherry's! Woohoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Hanna Liz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1736992845891386235?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1736992845891386235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1736992845891386235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1736992845891386235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1736992845891386235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/05/leaving-today-4-clothes.html' title='Leaving Today 4 Clothes!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8917073270649380300</id><published>2009-05-15T10:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T10:36:37.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;If you have been reading my mum's blog (which not a whole lot of people have, thanks to Facebook), you would have read that I got a position as a stable hand at a horse farm near us. We know the family, though not very well, and noticed that they where building an indoor riding arena on their property. Last week a notice went up at our church saying that this same family was looking to hire a new stable manager because their old one felt that God had other plans for her and was resigning. We got their number and my mom asked her if she needed a hand as well. At first, the lady (Mrs. Love) said that she had never thought about it but that she wanted to hear more. So Mom told her about me, my love of horses, and that I had been hoping to begin a to work with them. When Mom told her that we home schooled that boosted her interest. They talked for at least a half an hour and then mom sent her a pic of me and some character references. We made up our minds that we had been waiting for a year for something like this to come up and that we could wait a little longer to find out what the Lord's will was. Well, we found out much sooner than expected because the next day during school, we got another call from Mrs. Love and she asked if Mom and I could come down to her farm and do a tour of the stables! I was dumbfounded and so nervous that I could not eat my lunch for fear of getting sick! *lol* We left about 3:30 and drove down while Nathan watched the sibs. We got their and prayed in the car, then finally got out. I had seen the farm from the road so many times but I never dreamed that I would get to see the inside of it. I was not disappointed. We found Mrs. Love who immediately made me feel as though I had known her all my life and she took us to see all of her horses, the tack room, and even the room where they had a washer and dryer, mini kitchen, couch and huge flat screen tv. She explained that they had cameras set up around the paddocks and stables so that when a mare was foaling they could watch from inside. She said that mares are very private about foaling so they had to waite until the placenta could be seen so that the mare would not stop the labor. I thought that was pretty ingenious! Anyway, the horses where lovely, especially a chestnut colt we met. He and another colt are supposed to be broken in this summer, something I hope to get to watch! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am going to be working to exchange my wok hours for riding lessons. I have already met the mare I'll be riding. She used to be a dressage show horse when she was younger. Her name is Whitney, and she is the most beautiful dark brown you have ever seen. The stables themselves are so clean you don't even feel like you have been around horses when you leave. I'll be working their on Fridays until school lets out from 9-4. Then during the summer I'll be there twice a week. Mrs. Love will be teaching me to ride English style and she even wants Mom and Dad to get breeches, a helmet, gloves, and half chaps of my own! The stable manager who is resigning gave me a pair of paddock boots size 71/2 that are in good shape except for a few holes in the back that we will get repaired at a shop somewhere. I'm so exited and so blessed! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Have a good day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ Hanna Liz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8917073270649380300?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8917073270649380300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8917073270649380300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8917073270649380300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8917073270649380300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/05/best-blessing.html' title='The Best Blessing!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2115850070887482087</id><published>2009-05-04T18:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:22:15.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotels, Lovely Early Hours, and POOLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Sometimes the best part about vacation is the hotels, right? Sometimes they can be really crappy and sometimes they can be even better than you expected. I'm hoping for the latter this week. My totally awesome super mom managed to get us a hotel suite that has a family room with a roll out and a seperate bedroom with two queen-sized beds! The other hotel room we are gonna be at the second night has an in-door, heated pool!!! I actually asked mumzee darling to look for a pool! So, I'm gonna take my bathing suit and jump in as soom as we get there. We are leaving at like, 5 am which thrills me to no end. I know, I'm weird right? I know! But I love leaving before the sun is up and the lights of the town have been switched on. Everything is so dark and silent and peaceful. Love it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;G2G, we are having pancakes and bacon and eggs and hashbrowns....something I haven't had for ages. Anyway, have a good week and see yall Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ff33;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2115850070887482087?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2115850070887482087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2115850070887482087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2115850070887482087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2115850070887482087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/05/hotels-lovely-early-hours-and-pools.html' title='Hotels, Lovely Early Hours, and POOLS!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5932421927813971430</id><published>2009-04-30T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:44:13.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet 16th, Tigger!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Sweet 16th, Tigger!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey, you awesome, funny, totally hiper girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are almost a legal driver! Everybody off the road! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tigger, we have had some fun times together and I am sssooo thankful for them all. No matter what the odds, lifting tables into sinks or crashing four wheelers into trees, you have managed to serve the people around you with diligence and a good sense of humor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Thank you for being my friend, Tigger-darling!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;- Piglet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5932421927813971430?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5932421927813971430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5932421927813971430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5932421927813971430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5932421927813971430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-sweet-16th-tigger.html' title='Happy Sweet 16th, Tigger!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4033100832703181021</id><published>2009-04-18T17:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T17:28:59.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~First Look At The Green World~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And yet, more pig stories! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So today was another big day for for both Gilbert (whom I have finally chosen a middle name for: Blythe), and Snuggles. Well, the highs where in the seventies so we decided to take them out for their fist look at the green world. Once we brought out the top of their cage and got 'em under it, they discovered the wonderful delight of grazing! I loved to watch Gilbert; he was like a teeny, little horse! He chewed in one spot and then moved to another. It was adorable! They where also stuffed with lettuce, carrots, apple, and a couple daisies which they enjoyed. I then stuck them in Max's cage while I cleaned out their own cage. They are now resting from all the excitement....and getting ready for more tomorrow when Snuggles celebrates his first birthday! Gilbert is the fourteenth of next month. I'll post the pics tomorrow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Hanna  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4033100832703181021?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4033100832703181021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4033100832703181021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4033100832703181021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4033100832703181021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-look-at-green-world.html' title='~First Look At The Green World~'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2974271557612848575</id><published>2009-04-15T09:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T09:45:55.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~A Guinea Pig Story~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hello, blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The Kerrys are supposed to be here any time this morning. I'm so excited! The came all the way from Montana to visit family and friends, which also includes us! They called me for my birthday on Friday (btw-thank you for the calls and birthday posts, all of them where greatly appreciated!) from PA. Brennen is bring some of his medieval books that I am dying to get so I can makes notes and stuff about armor and swords for Aradon.  Lele and I can't wait to show off the pigs to them! I have a story about them, so bear with me. Anyway, we are gonna have loads of fun, watch Eragon,  chill with the guineas, and I might let Brenn read some of my book...hhhmmm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay - 'bout da guinea pigs. I was researching breeding and was not very happy about what I read. After breeding, boars get very dominate, and only the 'big guy' is allowed to breed. Breeding a sow will also shorten her life span to 4 years, so that was out. I asked experts questions, read blogs about breeding, copied tons of articles, and drowned myself in a guinea pig book. So guinea pig breeding is totally out of our range. Not to mention the fact that sows often die while giving birth and still births are very common.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The real thing I wanted to tell you was this: I was up about four (but not on purpose) because Gilbert and Snuggles where being very loud while chirping incessantly, chewing on bars and their castle and dumping food EVERYWHERE! You would never believe how loud guinea pigs can be, they are almost as bad as parakeets! Anyway, I could not fall back asleep until finally the noise got MUCH louder from under the blanket we drape over their cage. This actually woke Leah up and she looked at me and was like, "I think they just had a fight." So I went to go see which one had been murdered. Mind you, this is about 4:30 in the morning. I found them staring at each other and chattering their teeth. Guinea pig boars often raise their hair on their necks, sway their hips, chatter, and yawn to display their teeth when angry. The thing that really was scary was that the wooden castle had been thrown upside-down during their tiff. That was what had caused the argument. As far as we can tell, Gilbert was probably in their and would not budge until Snuggles started to push him out and they somehow tipped the thing over and went for each other in defense.  So we both took our own pig and sat with them on our beds for about ten minutes until they had calmed down. But whenever we tried to get them used to each other, Snuggles would chatter again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;It ended up that we put Snuggles back in the cage and I had Gilbert in a laundry basket next to my bed for the rest of the night. We have never been up with them before and we laughed about how it was like they where real babies! *lol* They are being nice to each other again this morning with allot of coaxing and veggies. I'm gonna ask Daddy to pick up a new castle for them at lunch. The tube obviously does not satisfy their needs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G2G&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2974271557612848575?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2974271557612848575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2974271557612848575' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2974271557612848575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2974271557612848575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/04/guinea-pig-story.html' title='~A Guinea Pig Story~'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-277432732003721622</id><published>2009-04-07T20:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T20:39:59.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Books 'n Birthdays!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I cannot believe the snow out here! It's been snowing like it's a blizzard outside for two straight days! *ggggrrrrrrr* I guess I'll have to be pretty cold on Sunday since I'm wearing a short sleeve shirt under an open-sleeved peasant style dress! Rats...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, news. Sabrina and i have begun a series of children's books about a girl who experiences the daily lessons of life. We are working together; I the writer, she the illustrator. It's funny because since Lele had her tonsils out I've had tons of time to burn and used the book as something to do. Even funnier is: I'm almost done and we last met only two weeks ago! *lol* I've been sending her what I have gotten done thru regular mail. This way her computer won't get clogged up and she will have a hard copy. I am doing my darndest not to become the leader...something I struggle with sometimes. She came over to my house Sunday before last and we went to Dairy Queen right before youth group. You should have seen us trying to agree on the name of the main character and what she should look like. The name, in case you're wondering, is Aubrey Hayz. I came up with the last name and she chose the first. It was an interesting discussion to say the least! *lol* My homework (which i came up with on my own) is to start looking for possible publishers. I saw a tiny book by a company called Halo Publishers. They do little children's books, but I don't know if they publish the kind we are doing. Oh, well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My birthday is this Friday. We are gonna have bq ribs for dinner and mashed potatoes, buttered corn, and Dr. Pepper. Because of all the tonsilectomys (I have no idea how to spell it....why can't they come up with names that us common people can at least spell?) we haven't really been able to talk about my birthday. Which is fine, I practically have it all planned anyway! *lol* The only thing is that my birthday is on a Friday, the day both parents work. We also have to go to a Good Friday service that night too. Now that I think about it, what am I gonna wear?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to go figure that out, so have a good Easter everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-277432732003721622?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/277432732003721622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=277432732003721622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/277432732003721622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/277432732003721622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/04/books-n-birthdays.html' title='Books &apos;n Birthdays!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7408637856927313264</id><published>2009-03-23T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:27:46.112-04:00</updated><title type='text'>~Kawasaki Ninja 250R~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Introducing Daddy's New Bike:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;- Kawasaki Ninja 250R -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Scg2SADUoyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7YSov08p1MM/s1600-h/DSC00155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316559042990351138" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Scg2SADUoyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7YSov08p1MM/s320/DSC00155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here is my totally cool dad sitting on his new motorcycle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks to Mr. Kotlar who shared his trailer, advice, gas, and time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Woooohoooo! I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;  it!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7408637856927313264?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7408637856927313264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7408637856927313264' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7408637856927313264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7408637856927313264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/03/kawasaki-ninja-250r.html' title='~Kawasaki Ninja 250R~'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Scg2SADUoyI/AAAAAAAAAG8/7YSov08p1MM/s72-c/DSC00155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8183864289809219328</id><published>2009-03-20T08:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T08:51:26.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Lauren!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy 18th Birthday, Lauren!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;You have blessed everyone in your path since the day God put you here - me included!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;I remember when I was prayed over at church and you stepped in and added something that you where going through... Now some of that is happening to me, just like what you said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;God has obviously worked in you and the world around you knows it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;You are very blessed and much loved!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8183864289809219328?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8183864289809219328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8183864289809219328' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8183864289809219328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8183864289809219328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-lauren.html' title='Happy Birthday, Lauren!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2458256658368356925</id><published>2009-03-18T20:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:35:20.442-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoes, Birthday, Tonsils, Today, Visits....Did I Miss Anything?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Umm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;My birthday is coming on the tenth. I have a list of things I would like with the birthday menu for that day too. I'm also having a party! Can you believed it? Are you shocked? *lol* For those of you who don't know: I have not had a birthday party for friends since I was twelve! I'm thinking swimming at the Y with my Grandma's pass or something. Watcha think? Neither my nor I am one for sleepovers, so that is unlikely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leah is having her turn with the tonsillectomy. *woohoo..not* I'm looking forward to the day when I will be able to sleep soundly and, perhaps, even without earplugs. It will also be a relief not to hear loud breathing even when she is awake and for her not to quietly gasp in between mouth fulls of dinner. Don't get me wrong - I love the little peanut - but sometimes it gets very irritating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There will be allot to go through afterwords because of the whole bruised tong thing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;There is allot of stuff that complicates her surgery in particular. Ask mom, I have no idea what it all is. lol The thingy is April 1st, so be praying then and the two weeks that follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Today was nice too. We left this morning at 9:40 and stopped at the library on our way to Granny's. Then we went to go shoe shopping for Easter and all of the girls (with the exception of Rilla) got matching white flats. I'm very glad to have flats that will go with everything! *lol* After Payless we headed to Chick-fil-A to have lunch and proceeded to go to Granny's house and clean. We all earned $5 from the very generous great grandmother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;The Kerrys are coming on April 15th!!!! We are thrilled with the exception that our other friends still get their time AND get to travel back with them to Montana when they leave. *ggggrrrrr* I told Mrs. Kerry that I am most offended and Brennen will get the same!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;*   *   *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#663366;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2458256658368356925?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2458256658368356925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2458256658368356925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2458256658368356925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2458256658368356925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/03/shoes-birthday-tonsils-today-visitsdid.html' title='Shoes, Birthday, Tonsils, Today, Visits....Did I Miss Anything?'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-6908184731101560625</id><published>2009-03-16T20:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:08:52.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilbert's Big Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Sb71He-VOYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eCChO8Vrjpw/s1600-h/DSC00140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313954119266154882" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Sb71He-VOYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eCChO8Vrjpw/s320/DSC00140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Sb71DZO3ICI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BlBziie2Ufg/s1600-h/DSC00132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313954049005396002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Sb71DZO3ICI/AAAAAAAAAGs/BlBziie2Ufg/s320/DSC00132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Today was a big day for ten month old Gilbert. This morning at school he tasted his very first strawberry and didn't finish it (which made me a little sad). Snuggles also was given his first strawberry and didn't finish it either. I think maybe it was a teeny bit too sweet cuz they don't normally finish grapes either. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;The biggie was giving them their first bath! Snuggles went first and really did not enjoy it. There was a ton of screams and laughter while he proceeded to climb out of the plastic bucket we used on the counter. The poor little guy had a pretty traumatic bath. Then it was Gilbys turn which was also interesting and a bit scary. I was nervous as I set him in the half-an-inch-deep water that had a hand towel at the bottom. He moved around a little and sniffed at the sides of the bucket... Then I started to pour little cup fulls of warm water on his poor little bald bucket. (*lol*) We are still looking for neem oil to rub into his skin; pleas let me know if anyone knows where to get it. Anyway, so we got him all wet and then lifted him out and set him on a dry towel and poured a few drops of Selsun Blue onto his back. I began to rub him all over and get the suds worked up. That was when he started to get scared. He soon was being caught on his almost successful way to freedom which would end in a long drop from the kitchen counter to the wood floor - if he got that far. We where scooting from one corner to the next trying to catch him as he scurried along the towel. It was pretty funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;When he had been almost dried off with a microwaved hand towel, we moved into the living room where he was wrapped up in a big towel and rub carefully while we blew a warm hair dryer on him. Needless to say, he sure didn't like that either. Once he was being fed up with lettuce (his fave treat) we were able to dry him off the rest of the way. He later fell sound asleep in my arms and was obviously having dreams as he jerked from time to time and squeaked. He also woke up after dreaming for at least a half and hour and proceeded to thank me for my efforts by wetting the towel and my leg. That's when his happy big day ended and was put back in the guinea cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;God Bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/2212031640457510506-6908184731101560625?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/6908184731101560625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=6908184731101560625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6908184731101560625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6908184731101560625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/03/gilberts-big-day.html' title='Gilbert&apos;s Big Day...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/Sb71He-VOYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/eCChO8Vrjpw/s72-c/DSC00140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2413526844946537701</id><published>2009-03-11T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:40:28.507-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Good Day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Last night was restful compared to my Moms night. The last few nights have been a bit sleep deprived because of a snoring little person. I need to get new earplugs and she needs to get her tonsils &amp;amp; adenoids out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I woke with perfect timing at 7:30 and actually was able to comprehend what I was pulling out of my drawers. *lol* Then I headed down stairs, took a hot shower and was ready in time for MOPS at 9:00. Just for the record I wore blue jeans, a brown shirt, a brown and creme sweater (which was considered a real bargain since it was originally $40 and I got it for $4), and my abbey clogs. I was VERY cozy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*  *  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Anyway, MOPS was good with the exception of a kid named Vince who cried every time he came into the room. Then there where two sisters, Riley and McKenna, who are very close and when McKenna hit her head on the bottom of the table cried for only a little while. However, Riley was very weepy until their mom came to get them. Then there was Ruth, who clung to me and cried whenever I put her down. I was very glad when her mom was one of the first to come and get her. I couldn't put her down to clean up and even  when I sat with her still in my arms she was at it again. Fortunately, my arms are still attached to my body. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I called Mumzee (on Grandma's phone that she has lent us while they are away) and she came to get me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I had some chocolate-banana bread cuz I was starving and completely missed lunch. Then I hung out with Gilbert, fed him some lettuce, and did some school. Then a friend of Mums came over to visit and I played a computer game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I worked on Chapter 15 for about and hour while listening to LotR on the Mylo. That stuff always gets me pumped up and inspired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*  *  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The best part was finding out that instead of having ceaser chicken salad for dinner, Mum had decided to make meatball sandwiches! I &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;that stuff! One of my fave meals actually. The first time I had it was at the CHEO retreat at the Backs house. Mmmmm!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Later Daddy took Lele for a walk and took Max with them. The doodle was so excited he was practically smiling! He doesn't get to go for walks very often, so this was a real treat for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;*  *  *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well, I'm gonna scoot, work on Chapter 15 some more and get into bed. Hope you all had a good day too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;God bless - Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2413526844946537701?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2413526844946537701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2413526844946537701' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2413526844946537701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2413526844946537701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-day.html' title='A Good Day....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-6686017068410890437</id><published>2009-03-09T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:44:47.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Our Father's Heart....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Here is an email that my Mum got from Grandma a few weeks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;From Our Father's Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Why do you have preconceived notions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;as to how I am going to answer your prayers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Most of you miss many of My answers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;because you are looking for something other than what I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;provided for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;You  need to look around and try to see My answers to your requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;that may already be in your midst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Remember, I always give Myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;That means that my answers come in forms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;that have to do with strengthening your faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;or solidifying your reserve to serve Me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Take the time to observe the patterns of your past requests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;and compare them to how they were answered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Learn My heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Learn My ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;You will be surprised at how you have missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;some wonderful answers simply because you did not recognized them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;- Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-6686017068410890437?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/6686017068410890437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=6686017068410890437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6686017068410890437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6686017068410890437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/03/from-our-fathers-heart.html' title='From Our Father&apos;s Heart....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-9004013340587339197</id><published>2009-02-26T12:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:11:54.834-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet 16th, Sabrina!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Sweet 16th Birthday, Sabrina!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Sabrina, I'm ssssssooooooo glad we are friends and prayer partners at youth group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;When you and your family started coming to church, I never would have guessed that we would have become such good friends. Over time, I have been able to trust in you and tell you about things I may be struggling with or problems I need solutions to. I'm so glad that I have a friend like you who I can tell things to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;You have been a tremendous blessing to me, I'm very thankful for you, Sabrina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;So happy, happy, happy sweet sixteenth, Rina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Have an awesome birthday! See you Sunday!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-9004013340587339197?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/9004013340587339197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=9004013340587339197' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/9004013340587339197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/9004013340587339197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-sweet-16th-sabrina.html' title='Happy Sweet 16th, Sabrina!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1891133292605046526</id><published>2009-02-18T12:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T12:45:32.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Online - AKA: Mylo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Ohmygosh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I am ssssoooo pumped up about this post! Wanna know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Because (if you remember) this last Christmas I was aloud to pick out a new Palm Pilot for a gift. Right? Okay, so we started the hunt...nothing. Could not find a thing. We started looking at Nanos, Zunes, and MP3s. None of these pricked my interest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So, on Saturday, daddy had Presidents day off. He asked me if I wanted to go Palm shopping with him and Nathan came along. Just like before, we couldn't find a thing. We found only four Palms for sale but three where ugly as all-get-out and the fourth was not what I was looking for. For some reason, I almost got it...until daddy told me to wait and we could look online for something better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Boy am I glad he said that and that I listened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;The very night we got home from looking, we got on the Internet. It didn't take long before we found a PDA (Personal Data Assistant) that I loved! What we found was called a Mylo, which stands for My Life Online. Sony had them in white and black and I was dying for the white version. Ever seen those phones that have the Qwerty keyboard that slides out from under the screen? That is a well-fitting description of the Mylo. We read the reviews and really liked what was said. Unfortunately, Sony was out of stock (!!!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;The next day, dad found a list of Sony Style Shop numbers and found one close to us. he called and asked the girl on the phone if they had any white Mylos in stock there. They did! They told dad that they would hold one for us until 9:00, which was closing time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;So as soon as dad got home, we sped down to Beachwood Place to a mall where a Sony Style shop was located. I told Kelsey on the phone, "It was one of those kinda places where you feel out of place in you jeans!" *lol* Anyway, we went up tons of stares that made me feel like I was gonna barf, and found the shop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;We found the guy at the desk, looked at it and eventually bought it after about an hour of playing with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I absolutely love it! I can get on my blog because of the Internet access that it includes, their are games that you can download off of a sight for Mylo, music, I can take videos and pics, and even email! Sweet uh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;I'll bring it to church so you can see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Toodles! - Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1891133292605046526?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1891133292605046526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1891133292605046526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1891133292605046526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1891133292605046526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-life-online-aka-mylo.html' title='My Life Online - AKA: Mylo...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5760001042698475370</id><published>2009-02-12T12:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T12:14:43.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Nate!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Happy 12th Birthday, Nathan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;I love my bro since the day I first held him in the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;We have a video of me (I was 3 at the time) and Nate just hours after he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;came, and I was this brown-eyed, curly-curly haired kid, with a pillow on my lap and a blonde, chubby baby boy. My pudgy hands touched his face, his even tinier hands, his nose, his head, as I looked at him with wonder at this little boy I was told was my very own brother. In the video, I look at him squarely in the face and ask, demanding: "Do you want to be my brother?" Then I look up and say, in a loud voice with bundles of giggles: "He's my own brother!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;When he started crying in my lap, Grandma Sherry tells me that: "He'll do that sometimes..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;This sentence is followed my a very abrupt sob out of me and I hand the baby back and cry: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;"Mommy! The baby is crying!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Now, like then, I still am sad when the now tween cries. I might get terribly embarrassed or mad at the kid, but he is still my "Very own brother" and deep down I love him very much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;So, happy 12th birthday, Nate! Don't grow up too fast, Baby Bro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5760001042698475370?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5760001042698475370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5760001042698475370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5760001042698475370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5760001042698475370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-nate.html' title='Happy Birthday, Nate!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5994037670583507346</id><published>2009-02-06T09:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T09:37:10.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Praying, Pleez!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Hello again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Keep praying for Max, if you would.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;He woke up this morning, would not get get out of mom &amp;amp; dad's bed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;and when he did his limp was twice as bad as it was yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Mom is taking him to the vet around eleven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanx - Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5994037670583507346?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5994037670583507346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5994037670583507346' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5994037670583507346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5994037670583507346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/keep-praying-pleez.html' title='Keep Praying, Pleez!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-456801281282831871</id><published>2009-02-05T14:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:35:34.139-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Bout Max...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Yall know about the crazed golden doodle we have around here, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Good - well, this is just a post to ask you all to pray for the nut, cuz last night he started limping. None of us can figure out what his problem is, so if you would pray that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;limp heals up or that we will be able to fix it at a low cost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Thanx, friendies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Hanna &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-456801281282831871?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/456801281282831871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=456801281282831871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/456801281282831871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/456801281282831871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/bout-max.html' title='&apos;Bout Max...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4057844788682507612</id><published>2009-02-04T11:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:08:17.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dunno What to Call This One...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Whoa! Talk about weather in the Snowbelt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Snow has been pouring down since I got up at 7, and it's still falling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Cozy, true, but Mum, Granny, and I where going to find kitchen stuff today while Grandma Sherry watched the kids. So instead, after looking at the weather reports, we decided it would be safer to just stay home and enjoy the white glory of winter. (Hmmmm. Good line - I could use that.) Anyway, I'm gonna write, Mummy is making chocolate chip cookies, and we are gonna read and stuff. I'm wearing the cozy red sweater that Mom gave me - even cozier! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;Other than the cozy weather today, I was so excited about Drew and her mom! They are thinking about names already. Drew told me that if the baby is a boy, they are thinking about Jason, if it is a girl, they like Pheobe! Is that not the sweetest name for a little baby girl? I think so. The Maseks (who left a while ago, but I look at her blog sometimes) are expecting a baby boy soon. Talk about a baby boom, hu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;G2G - Lunch is ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#660000;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4057844788682507612?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4057844788682507612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4057844788682507612' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4057844788682507612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4057844788682507612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/dunno-what-to-call-this-one.html' title='Dunno What to Call This One...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3064042216643547416</id><published>2009-02-03T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:33:30.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl of Steelers (*gggrrrrr*)....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663333;"&gt;The Super Bowl got me yelling, can you believe it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;The Cardinals should have won, and the Steelers should have made their way back to Pittsburgh. I felt so bad for the Cardinal guy who made that awesome touchdown and then the glory was stolen by the Steelers freak. You should have been in our living room when the Cardinals made the touchdown, we where all screaming and cheering-it was so funny! My dad was really mad at the dude who was pushing around the Cardinal guy. He kept telling us all how they should have ejected him from the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I was about as mad that they won as I was about Obama getting the Office. *ggggrrrrr* I'm a Republican, can you tell? Although, I will say I didn't like McCains view of stem cell research. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Enough of politics and football - who needs 'em?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;I'm finishing up chapter fourteen today, and I am at a really romantic part at the moment. *Woohoo, hu?* =] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;Well, I gotta scoot. Gotta keep up with the schedule...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3064042216643547416?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3064042216643547416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3064042216643547416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3064042216643547416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3064042216643547416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/02/super-bowl-of-steelers-gggrrrrr.html' title='Super Bowl of Steelers (*gggrrrrr*)....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5873648747449214417</id><published>2009-01-28T20:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:45:29.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random News....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;A bit of random news from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Some good stuff some sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;First: the sad stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Nobody died, so don't freak. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;not going &lt;/em&gt;to Winter Jam...or not at least with the youth group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;See, in 2007 my daddy and I went alone together as a daddy-daughter-date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Unfortunately, we missed last year cuz we thought it was gonna be in February not January. So we basically ended up missing it. =[ We where planning on it for this year when the poster appeared at the church advertising it. Dad and I still wanted to go together with just us. So I am not going with the youth group....but you never know-we could see you guys at some point! That would be funny! *lol* Lele is going with us (only because daddy said she could) so it should be interesting. Pure NRG is supposed to go so she should like them since they are so incredibly young (too young if you ask me!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Okay, the good news!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;This might not excite you but it does me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I am now working on the THIRTEENTH chapter of me fantasy book! My characters are getting into the hot planning and danger of the story. I am so pumped! Brennen got me the book &lt;em&gt;Eragon&lt;/em&gt; for Christmas and it has me really inspired. He (Brennen) was raving over the story to me over the phone and I was really interested, so he sent me a copy for Christmas. I lovvvvvve it! I want to see the movie before the second comes out in spring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;I am dying to get a new laptop so I can hook it up to the printer so I don't have to copy it all down in a notebook. When I get a new one I will also have Internet so I can send the newest chapter to my editor who constantly reminds me that she needs the stuff in order to edit! *lol* Oh well. I'm gonna be saving up for it by working at a horse farm over the summer. I hope that goes well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;Have a good day, week, month, and year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#330033;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#993399;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5873648747449214417?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5873648747449214417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5873648747449214417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5873648747449214417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5873648747449214417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/01/random-news.html' title='Random News....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7823592790022046247</id><published>2009-01-23T11:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T11:41:43.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More About Liddy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Update on Liddy for you guys:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;We arrived home yesterday about 3:30 to see little sis on the couch with muver (who is terribly tired from the ordeal). All around the little squirt where flowers (from great grandma Wilson and my Dad's mom), balloons from Mrs. Haynes and my Mom, a stuffed dancing frog (yes, FROG) from Grandma Judy, a blizzard from the Kotlars (thanx Ash and family!), bazillions of cards, more ice cream, sherbet, popsicles, pudding, jello, Gatorade, and juice in the fridge. I am still trying to figure out how in the world we where able to fit all the stuff in the freezer alone! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;On the way home, we stopped at Dollar General to pick up some fun stuff for her to do besides watching movies ( an trust me, we got a ton from the library!). Lele got her a Pixi World coloring book, I got her a stuffed spider monkey who, when you push the 'Try Me' botton on it, sound like it is dying from laryngitis, Rilly got Lidd a pair of My Little Ponies (complete with a brush for each). Grandma Sherry stopped at Heinens and bought her tons of pudding and junk food for her (I am trying not to be jealous). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Funny story about Heinens, by the way. Lele and I where the two who went with Grandma inside. Grandma Sherry had her Blue Tooth on her ear and while she was looking for the right king of apple sauce, Grandpa called. All of a sudden we hear: "Hello?" from Grandma. Lele and I started cracking up as Grandma started 'talking' to the apple sauce! *lol* Eventually she went to to hit the button on the earpiece and said: "I love you," to Grandpa. Funny thing is, it looked like she was saying "I love you," to the APPLE SAUCE. Lele and I where laughing again and when Grandma asked why we told her and she started laughing too! *lol* *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;Any way, I gotta go. I'll try and tell you more about Lidd tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#666666;"&gt;G2G-Hanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7823592790022046247?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7823592790022046247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7823592790022046247' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7823592790022046247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7823592790022046247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/01/more-about-liddy.html' title='More About Liddy...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-4344458449346332753</id><published>2009-01-21T17:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T17:58:08.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Hello yall!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm asking you all to please pray for Liddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;As some may not know she had her tonsils and adenoids removed this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;She is recovering well, but in a lot of pain. She has been pampered with popsicles, frosties, flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals. I really wanna go home and be with her, but rite now my sibs &amp;amp; I are at my Grandma Sherrys until tomorrow afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Anyway-that is my prayer request!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;Thanx guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-4344458449346332753?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/4344458449346332753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=4344458449346332753' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4344458449346332753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/4344458449346332753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/01/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3856637171118314186</id><published>2009-01-01T10:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:43:19.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;My family and I had an awesome time last night. after mom and dad got back from the grocery store and taking someone their dinner, we all helped (with the exception of me - I was writing) make snacks. Stuff like a veggie tray, Oreos, jerkin pickles, olives, white and yellow cheese, Ritz crackers, pepperoni, and pop was all out on a card table in the corner of the living room. Then we popped in Wall-e, that we had just picked up earlier. After we watched that (at about 10), we talked about our new year resolutions. Then we went into the kitchen, prayed for the new year, and toasted with sparkling grape juice. I found out later that, no matter how much you have, that stuff always gets to my stomach! *lol* Just as a funny side note - I can remember when I was allot younger when we would toast and I felt so grown up because I thought I was having real wine! *lol* Anyway - when the little girls where in bed, Nate, Lele and I got comfy in  our room and watched Prince Caspian. Lele and I where up till like 1:00! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;So that was our shindig that we have here on New Years Eve. New Years Day its self is not really celebrated by us for some reason. But I hope you all have a blessed new year full of God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hanna   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3856637171118314186?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3856637171118314186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3856637171118314186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3856637171118314186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3856637171118314186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7389320950404411010</id><published>2008-12-26T14:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T15:07:58.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Big Present for This Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What a wonderful Christmas we had!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Our Christmas was out of this world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Some of the things I got are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;New drawing supplies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Prince Caspian-Collectors Edition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Prince Caspian Illistraited Movie Companion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Goose-Necked lamp for my writing desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Nail polish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Clothes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Gift cards to Peebles and Kohl's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Petz Horse Club Computer game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;That's about all of it. The BIG present I received was something I have been wanting since the beginning o fthis year. Here is how I got it. Every year, somebody gets a box inside of a box inside of a box inside of a box inside of a box inside of a box. Get the pic? Well, this year it was me! So I kept going and going (and my hands where shaking because I had the idea of what it was.). Finally I got to the very smallest box, about the size of Rilla's fist. When I opened it, there was a piece of folded up paper. When I opened the paper I read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;This is good for a date with Dad to go and get a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Palm (Pilot).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;-Mom and Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;When I looked up I was so excited my eyes where watering! *lol* Then I got up and hugged Mom and Dad REALLY tight. The rest of the day  walked around asking people if they could believe I was getting a new Palm. =] So now Daddy and I have to go at some point soon and pick a new one! I am so excited! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I hope you all got what you wanted too! I know Tigger did! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7389320950404411010?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7389320950404411010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7389320950404411010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7389320950404411010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7389320950404411010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-big-present-for-this-year.html' title='My Big Present for This Year!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8314310879997438861</id><published>2008-12-24T15:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T15:41:52.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SVKefn6t6-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SolQNyCpAOc/s1600-h/DSC00004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283459578987408354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SVKefn6t6-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SolQNyCpAOc/s320/DSC00004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8314310879997438861?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8314310879997438861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8314310879997438861' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8314310879997438861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8314310879997438861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/hair.html' title='The Hair'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SVKefn6t6-I/AAAAAAAAAEc/SolQNyCpAOc/s72-c/DSC00004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5783001968505333567</id><published>2008-12-24T12:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:52:19.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Eve Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;This is gonna be quick cuz I have to get to a hair cut in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I just wanted to let you all know we are going to Grandma Sherry's house for Christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;You will not be hearing from me for a week at least. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Hope you all get what you are asking for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Merry Christmas to all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Webdings;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5783001968505333567?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5783001968505333567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5783001968505333567' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5783001968505333567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5783001968505333567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-eve-day.html' title='Christmas Eve Day!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-638501448920196002</id><published>2008-12-19T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:07:27.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Update on Life~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Rilla is better! No one else got sick, thank goodness!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;The only thing I hear was that Jessie and Aaron got it or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I am realllllyyy looking forward to Sunday! Or at least the Christmas service. We have to be to the church at 8:30 am for worship practice! Ahhhhh! I'll have to wake up at like 6:30. Help. I hope to maybe get a red shirt tomorrow or after the morning service to wear to the evening service. Then I think I'm gonna look on Google to see how to do a spiral curl style. I hope it works cuz we have a couple curlers that will do that and I luv the style!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Ashley just called me from school. She calls most Fridays when she is waiting for the bus. Today she called me cuz she was waiting for a basketball game or something. I'm so glad I don't have to do that! HOMESCHOOLING ROCKS! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;My book is going good. Both of them. I am attempting o keep myself from beginning a THIRD! I keep having all these ideas I just love but I need to finish the ones I have started. Oh brother...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Gilbert and Snuggles are doing good. Gilbert is still an old hermit but I hope he will grow out of that. Lele and I want to get them a hidy hole and a couple leashes and harnesses for Christmas. It think that a fence would be better than a harness but what can we do when the fence is $20? I'll try and post pics of them soon. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;I think I know what I'm gonna get Mummy and Dad for Christmas, but I can't tell on my blog cuz Mumzy reads me blog! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#009900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-638501448920196002?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/638501448920196002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=638501448920196002' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/638501448920196002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/638501448920196002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-on-life.html' title='~Update on Life~'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7377491314318330975</id><published>2008-12-14T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T09:35:06.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today and Why I'm Not @ Church...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Guess whats going on at &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; house. Let's see. Last night was the Progressive Dinner for my youth group (a.k.a.-Generation). The dessert was at our house. We had a lot of fun, we played Five Fingers two times in a row and I was out very quickly because the boys where beating us down. Josh won though, because he got Aaron's last finger by saying: "Never have I ever worn a Quick Silver sweater." And then Aaron tried to defend himself because he didn't wanna loose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, we all talked till like 11:30 and then people started heading home. I got in bed at 11:50. *Ouch!* That was a real blow when I woke up to Leah snoring...again. For some reason my head was messed up because I was half asleep and I thought I had been up all night when I looked at the clock and it read 4:00. So then I tried putting a pillow on Leah's head. Didn't work. So then I tried putting a pillow on &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; head too. Didn't work. So now I was crying. I took my little plastic box of earplugs into the bathroom and prayed that God would put me to sleep. I also stuffed in a pair of new earplugs cuz I figured the old ones where done. I got back in bed and fell asleep. Thank goodness. Now mind you, we had to be to church at nine because Mom was singing and Dad was doing sound. My alarm was set for 7:00 and I had to push snooze. So I did. Then after the snooze alarm went off I just turned the alarm off altogether. *lol* I decided I would just sleep ten more minutes. When I turned back over...&lt;em&gt;it was 8:30&lt;/em&gt;!!!! I only had a half an hour to get ready! For those of you who know me really well will remember that I was the girl who was in the shower when Mrs. Rogers (youth pastors wife) was yelling at me through the door that we had to leave the hotel in five minutes. Yeah. I go rushing down the stairs practically crying cuz I was low on sleep and I have done this before. When I go down stairs I loom for Mom all over the house. And Dad sees me and asks what I was looking for. Then when I figured out what me problem was he said: "Church. We are not going." What! Why not? "Rilla was sick this morning and up-chucked twice." Good grief.  The kids where supposed to go to the children's Christmas party today while Mom and Dad and I went to go Christmas shopping, have lunch and see Bolt. I wanted to cry. I did for a minute. Mom and I where going to make up for Dad's birthday today because his birthday yesterday turned out to be a really lousy one. He cleaned the church for most of it. = ( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;So that has been today up till now. Pray for me that I will learn to be content. Because I'm not. I was really looking forward to today and now it is not happening. Mom and Dad and I haven't gone out all the three of us since the first Narnia movie came out. That was two years ago. You could pray for Rilla too. She feels nasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Toodles- &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;A Trying-to-Be-Content Hanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7377491314318330975?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7377491314318330975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7377491314318330975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7377491314318330975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7377491314318330975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-and-why-im-not-church.html' title='Today and Why I&apos;m Not @ Church...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7874559050947642466</id><published>2008-12-13T14:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T15:00:36.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SUQRebzUSXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eUYw-FQJD-0/s1600-h/DSC00253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279363877741807986" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SUQRebzUSXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eUYw-FQJD-0/s320/DSC00253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is Dad &amp;amp; I before we left for Winter Jam in January of '07.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy 39th Birthday, Dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love you, Pop, more than you can fathom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Don't ever forget that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;If you remember, back in October we had a fire on the back of our garage. This was due to some warm ashes that had been dumped just the day before. When my Mom woke him a two in the morning telling him about the flames, he flew out of bed to go water it down while we all rushed to the front porch. This is a perfect example of how a father's love should be played out for his family. I am so blessed to have a dad who will risk himself for his family, no matter how scary the situation. And so everyone knows, my Dad was able to put out the flames before the firemen arrived. Thank you, Daddy! You're my hero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#000066;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7874559050947642466?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7874559050947642466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7874559050947642466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7874559050947642466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7874559050947642466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-birthday-dad.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dad!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SUQRebzUSXI/AAAAAAAAAEM/eUYw-FQJD-0/s72-c/DSC00253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-686137098620753674</id><published>2008-12-09T17:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:54:10.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woa! What a Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Woa. What a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The conference for Steve Demme was part of Friday and all [and I mean ALL] of Saturday. It went very well except for I had a headache on Friday and...um...'tummy hurts' on Saturday. Get my drift?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And yesterday [Monday] Nate had to go for an MRI because of a really bad migraine a few weeks ago. It was so bad that he lost his vision for a seck and his hearing went funny. He said  he had to sit down cuz his head hurt so bad. He is ok now, but we had to have the doc check because of some family history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Other than that, I started a new book last month. It's about a girl named Abigail Cox who lives on a horse farm called Woody Brook Gables. She, her twin bro named Luke and her mom and dad (Gabriel Cox and Naomi Cox) live there. They do boarding, riding lessons and each have a horse of their own except for Gabriel Cox, who has a few thoroughbreds that he keeps to enter in competitions to make money. Eventually they adopt a 16 year old named Lana. I'm thinking of changing her name to Paige cuz I ave always wanted a character by that name. There is this boy named Ben Harris who thinks Abigail is all that. *lol* Basically, the story is about how Abigail hates the fact that they are gonna adopt cuz she likes her life the way it is. Lana is an angry girl because of her teen mother she never met. She sees how happy the Cox's are with their faith and decides to ask how she can have it too. Once Lana shapes up, Abigail decides her new siss isn't all that bad and they form a lasting relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I might add something to the story. Dunno yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;We just finished dinner. Salad and potato soup! One of my faves! I seemed to have burnt my poor pink tough on the first bite, so whenever I wanted water it tasted horrible cuz my tongue was all messed up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;We decorated the house yesterday. That was fun! The Christmas tree went up on Sunday night and Dad strung it with lights. Then yesterday we decorated the mantle and the banister with cinnamon stix, pine cones, bows and garland. You'll all get to see it at the progressive dinner. Which, by the way, is Dad's birthday! Yay! Be expecting a birthday blog post on the 13th! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Lele and I are thinking about Christmas gifts for Gilbert and Snuggles. We are thinking a leash and collar for them both and maybe a wooden castle. We already have a castle along with a tube. But the tube has been adorned with guinea pig tinkle and droppings so they really need another one cuz when either is in the castle nobody is in the tube. They realllllyyyy like the castle anyway. I'm thinking that is a good gift idea for them. I know, getting gifts for pets sounds stupid but we have always gotten them for Max and Mazy and now it's the pigs turn! So there! *lol*  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I gotta scoot. Brennen just called. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Toodles! See you all on Saturday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Hanna-&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-686137098620753674?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/686137098620753674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=686137098620753674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/686137098620753674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/686137098620753674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/woa-what-week.html' title='Woa! What a Week!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3943951065135444677</id><published>2008-12-02T08:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T08:52:27.218-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 5th Birthday, Rilla Anne!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy 5th Birthday to Rilla Anne!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rilla (Marilla Anne) is my sweet high spirited siss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And today is her 5th birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I love you, Rilla! I'm so glad that God gave you to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You are a blessing beyond measure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rilla has a loving, tender heart, a beautiful smile, a lot of energy, and a killer sense of humor. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love you, Willy Billy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;XoXoXoXoXoX-Big Siss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3943951065135444677?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3943951065135444677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3943951065135444677' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3943951065135444677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3943951065135444677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-5th-birthday-rilla-anne.html' title='Happy 5th Birthday, Rilla Anne!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-583978101008714543</id><published>2008-11-28T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T10:31:58.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sweet 16th Kelsey!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;  ______________________________________ &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Happy Sweet 16th Kelsey!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What an awesome age to be entering!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am so excited for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I'm super thankful we are friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I am also happy to have a friend to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;relate to when it comes to writing! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;What a blessing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;I hope you have the &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;coolest &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;sweet sixteenth on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;the face of the planet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;See you tonight, girlfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;_______________________________________&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-583978101008714543?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/583978101008714543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=583978101008714543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/583978101008714543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/583978101008714543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-sweet-16th-kelsey.html' title='Happy Sweet 16th Kelsey!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8222363182372898601</id><published>2008-11-22T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T19:15:48.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>~Elf Crazy~</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hello bloggers &amp;amp; blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow am I in an elvish faze! Make sure you read that right; &lt;em&gt;Elvish&lt;/em&gt; on &lt;em&gt;Elvis! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I tried to find 'Hello, friends' in elvish on a search engine that Kelsey sent me. Would you believe that they have words like 'threshold' and not 'hello' or 'greetings'? Good grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, I am in this faze. So badly in fact that I decided to write a whole story about an elven girl named Eruanna, my name in elvish. I am still trying to decide whether or not I am gonna write this or not. I thought about it and I think I am gonna make it so that she is a little older and an only child. Before she had two brothers. She'll fall in love with some guy or other and it'll be a romantic story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;In the book I am working on Princess Lelianna likes the stable boy Armon. They meet up again later in the story. I was coming up with the plot for that when I lost the document. Anyway, I'm on chapter 11 and still my characters haven't met! I think I'm in the chapter when Lelianna finds out about the rebellion and wants to do something about it (she is a real tom-boy). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;In other news: Generation is tomorrow night. Not the worship practice, just youth group. I'm gonna wear a purple top with a yellow cammi and dark wash skinny jeans. Haven't decided on shoes. Hmmm. How 'bout black flats??? I'll figure something out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;See you all tomorrow @ church!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Eruanna (Air-oo-anna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;YYYY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8222363182372898601?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8222363182372898601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8222363182372898601' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8222363182372898601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8222363182372898601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/11/elf-crazy.html' title='~Elf Crazy~'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1914110482496224470</id><published>2008-11-19T21:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:28:44.361-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping and Stuff...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hello again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I wrote some more today. I got up at 7:30 this morning and the house was still asleep except for Lidd and Rilla, and when they are awake and the rest are asleep...then you might as well count on the others to be up pretty soon too! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway, I took a shower, got dressed, makeuped and made my bed by 8:30. Mom was still asleep on account of her being out at a moms night out till 12:00 so I cleaned the guinea pigs's cage. Once they where taken care of I wrote a little and everyone was up at 10:00. By the way: this is classified info. Don't tell a soul we where up this late! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;The day went on pretty much as it always does until Granny called and asked if  Grandma Sherry, her and i could go shopping for a new coat and some other stuff. Grandma picked me up a little after 2:00 and we got Granny. Off we went to JCPenny's and Khols. Fun, fun, fun! I came home with a new South Pole jacket, skinny jeans, two shirts, a pair of the cutest comfy pants, and a sweater sort of thing that goes with the pants. I found Ashawee's sweater and I wanted it so bad, but I didn't want to copy her so I got one similar. We got home at 7:00 and then I worked on my research paper ( the darn old thing!) till 9:00. Here I am now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I had started a character sketch yesterday, but I got tired of the new book idea and gave up on it. I feel stuck! I want something new that I can work on but can't come up with an idea that satisfies me! Grrrrrrrr! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Tomorrow an Alberta Clipper is supposed to come through, so maybe that'll give me some cozy inspiration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;G2G-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#330000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;P.S.-Notice the totally cute cursor I got a couple days ago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Isn't it just the cutest thing???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;I love it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1914110482496224470?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1914110482496224470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1914110482496224470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1914110482496224470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1914110482496224470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/11/shopping-and-stuff.html' title='Shopping and Stuff...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8382858951078462458</id><published>2008-11-18T12:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T13:01:33.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy B-day Ashley!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Hello, peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ok, hold on because I promised this to someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY FIFTEENTH B-DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;ASHAWEE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;You are a totally awesome girl to hang with and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;be friends with! I reallllyyyy hope we will grow closer! Just think: You could be driving in a YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;LUCKY! I still have two years to go! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Ashley's birthday is November eleventh, but I sorta didn't know that till the thirteenth! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Anyway: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;HAPPY BELATED B-DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;There ya go! Ashley is fifteen! Yay! *lol* This is gonna be a quick post cuz lunch is almost ready. Gilbert is fine...happy I think. We are gonna get their nails clipped after Thanksgiving. Thank goodness I don't have to go to my Comp Class next Friday! I'll be sleeping still at nine. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;My book is at least still existent. Except for the missing FIVE PAGE plot I have been working on, all seems in tact. My characters are still not on their quest and I am on chapter thirteen. I keep thinking of this other idea I have for another book and I keep wanting to give up on the one I am working. Only thing is I feel attached to my characters, so I can't just ditch them all. Oh, well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Kelsey (nicknamed Chelsey at youth group) called on Saturday and again today cuz I failed to call because of the crazy weekend. We talked mostly about our books and discovered the fact that we both had the name Gwendoline and we both thought we had made it up! *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Gotta scoot-I have a ruff-draft of a five page report due tomorrow. Pray for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8382858951078462458?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8382858951078462458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8382858951078462458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8382858951078462458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8382858951078462458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-b-day-ashley.html' title='Happy B-day Ashley!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8373922143759671907</id><published>2008-11-09T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:51:31.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaaaack!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Hello everybody! I'm back after three weeks of no posting! Sorry, it has truly been a busy life out here! No, seriously. If you lived here you would know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The back of the garage is still black from last month, but fortunately insurance was able to cover it. Now we are just trying to find somone willing to fix it without charging us an arm, leg, and liver. *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Thanksgiving is coming to soon, although I love the holiday. I'm simply not ready for snow, cold, car sickness (I get car sick alot easier when it is cold out), and long sleeved clothes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ATF was totally awesome! I liked it this year alot better than last year. We all slept at the church and had an absolute blast. My Dad was one of the chaperons so we took out out-of-this-world Excursion. We had ssssssssooooooooooo much fun, I felt kinda bad for Dad cuz he got stuck with a bunch of girlz including me. We talked the whole way to Cleveland with The Rubyz blaring over the sound system. Haha! Dad was SO good about it! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I finally got my desk set up in the hallway that leads to Lele's and my bedroom. It's not really a hallway, more like a long room with a door the the main hallway. Anyway, I have my VW bug (pink, of course), a fuzzy purple picture frame, and a pink diamond studded picture frame all set on the desk. My laptop I got from my grandma is on it too. I decided to save up for one of the cute little white laptops from Apple that they have at Sam's Club. The one I have now is kinda old, without Internet, but still serves the purpose. The purpose is to have my story all on one laptop that I can have access to even when a parent or sib is on the family laptop down stairs. Oh, well. It helps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, I am sooooo exited about Christmas!!!!! I already have a list of things I want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Light washed skinny jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ugg boots (they are terribly expensive so I'm not counting on it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;A new Palm Pilot with a keypad, music and Windows Mobile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;A couple gift cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;earrings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Prince Caspian Movie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;A goose-necked lamp for my desk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;digital camera (a want, but a most likely NOT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;There are other things too, but that is all for now. I'm definitely asking for the jeans, lamp, Palm, and Prince Caspian. I swear, I'll marry Ben Barnes! *lol* *lol*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;I have 2 go! I'm gonna try to finish up the plot for the rest of my book, which so far is three pages long. Sorry I won't be at youth group! I'll be there next week for worship practice though!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;~&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8373922143759671907?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8373922143759671907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8373922143759671907' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8373922143759671907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8373922143759671907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-baaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaaaack!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7503602395839158896</id><published>2008-10-16T17:09:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:28:21.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...Saved By God at 2 AM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;At two-something I awake to hear loud talking and people running around in our house. Less than a few seconds later Leah runs down our hallway saying almost in tears: "Hanna (gasp) Mom says there is a (gasp) guy in the back yard shining a (gasp) green light on the house!" That jerked me out of my groggy sleep and got me taring myself out from under the covers. I grabbed a sweater (I was wearing a tank and shorts) and ran down the hallway, Leah running behind me. When we got to the bottom of the stairs and Mom, Nathan, Lydia, where crowded around Mom and the foot of the stairs almost crying. All I could say was: "What is going on?!" Contrary to what Leah had told me, Mom said: "There is a fire in the back yard. Get out front and don't come back in till I tell you to!" Right about then I got so scared that I partially broke down and cried. Pictures of black, half standing houses from the news flooded my mind. Then, everyone all began a chorus of: "I have to get Kitty (Leah's stuffed cat)!" or "I have to go get the guinea pigs, Mom!" And we even got a: "MY BARBIES!!!" Other than that Lydia told us later that she had been crying: "Jesus, help us!" all the way down the stairs. We piled out onto the porch and stood shivering and crying. Some of us anyway. Every one periodically would say: "I'm so skared." We all where about to pray for Daddy's protection (he was trying the to hose down the flames wile all this was going on), for the house and that everything would be alright. But before we even said 'Dear, God.' two police cars pulled up to the side of the road. Following them came a HUGE fire truck and right behind that came an ambulance. Thank God no one needed it! The police where already talking to Mom when the firemen where heading to the back to see how Dad was fairing. I don't think I have ever been so relieved to see any guy not related to me come to the rescue. After Dad had the fire out the firemen helped Dad pull off the burnt siding in the back (I'll explain that later) and then they checked for heat and smoke with this awesome video recorder looking thingy. Then two firemen proceeded to clomp upstairs and look around in our room and the crawl space. There was smoke in the attic so they wanted us to keep the door open. There was allot of talking and looking around and then they slowly moved out and went back to the station in town. Here are a few pics from last night and today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeueoLrblI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gNPswD5AfwI/s1600-h/DSC00033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257862931184053842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeueoLrblI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gNPswD5AfwI/s320/DSC00033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Nathan, Me, Rilla, Lydia, and Leah on the front porch around 3:30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeuQkIhNoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7znBoo2ugVc/s1600-h/DSC00040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257862689578890882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeuQkIhNoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/7znBoo2ugVc/s320/DSC00040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;A view of the damage and all the siding pulled off last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeuJ9CRh9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZEz-eA3_u5I/s1600-h/DSC00042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257862576004499410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeuJ9CRh9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZEz-eA3_u5I/s320/DSC00042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;More of the back. You can see how high the smoke and flames got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;That is the very same wall that our beds are up against.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPet61XrGbI/AAAAAAAAADs/2FyrWnbgKX0/s1600-h/DSC00041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257862316248734130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPet61XrGbI/AAAAAAAAADs/2FyrWnbgKX0/s320/DSC00041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Our melted garbage can (the fire started in there, more on that tomorrow).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;The story is to long for me to finish now. But I need to make a few acknowledgements before I close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Fist and foremost to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;You are my Savior, the one who took care of us when we where in danger. You kept my Dad safe and gave him the quick thinking he needed in the moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;I love You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Second, I need to thank Daddy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Thank you for putting out the fire, and saving us all. I'm so glad I have a dad who knows what to do and has the courage to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Your my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Thirdly, to Mom and for telling us what to do. Thanks for keeping your head on and for calling 911 before you came and got us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Love you, Moomy. =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Fourth, thanks to the firemen who came, did your job and kept your head on too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;You probably won't see this but I figured I couldn't not say anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Lastly, Thanks to my sibs who did their best not to cry and obeyed right away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Love you guys!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Ok, I gotta get out of here. I'll finish up the story tomorrow. Thanks for reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hanna-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#339999;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7503602395839158896?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7503602395839158896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7503602395839158896' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7503602395839158896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7503602395839158896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/10/saved-by-god-at-2-am.html' title='...Saved By God at 2 AM...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SPeueoLrblI/AAAAAAAAAEE/gNPswD5AfwI/s72-c/DSC00033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-6432057946947483062</id><published>2008-10-15T15:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T16:01:35.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*LIFE*</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;I'm baaaaaaaaaaaaack!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Sorry it has been so long. Busy life since we got back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;The T's from Pearls where here about two hours ago. We had allot of fun and Serena and I finally swapped emails. Gilbert is now the little angel I always wanted him to be. The cure: forced, continual holding and lots of veggies! *lol* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;I am gonna be posting a count down thingy on here soon. Guess why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;ACQUIRE THE FIRE IS COMING THE 31-1!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;AAAAAHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Oh my gosh! I am so exited! I will admit I am a little unprepared this year. I don't have my outfit out yet. For those of you who remember: I was the girl who had her entire wardrobe picked a month before ATF. The youth group is going to a football game the week before so I am trying to put together a girlz night out for the girlz of the yg. Unfortunately, I am still waiting for an answer from some people and that will depend on whether I will be able to post a notice on the youth groups blog or not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Speaking of youth group- I AM SSSSSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOO NERVOUS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;This coming Sunday Generation is supposed to get together to have our first worship practice. I'm singing. I'm gonna barf. Or I will at least start crying out of sheer nervousness right before. I am hoping nobody will want me to sing solo. I would rather sing with other people. And I don't wanna hear myself either. Apparently Mr.R (youth leader) thinks that one day when we are good enough we aught lead worship. And because of that me Mom wants me to get used to the feeling by actually singing with her on the worship team on Sunday. I say no and she hasn't mentioned it since then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Oh, I finally got those shoes I've been wanting. Apparently they are called 'Vintage' or something. Anyway, I luv em. They are denim and lavender and purple and stuff. Sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;I also found this new band called The Rubyz. They are really good! I got their CD and I'm gonna put em on my Palm when I hopefully get a new one for Christmas. I want one with Windows Mobile, a key pad, music, and I'd like it to be a color. Green, blue, purple, or hot pink would be sweet. I've really been missing my old one. Especially when we go on road trips or something. *Boohoo*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;One more thing before I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;My book is moving along slowly but surely. I had no idea before I started writing that it took so long. I'm on chapter eleven. I'm thinking of changing Daronds name to Armon. What do you think? I like Armon better and that's why I wanna use it. Oh, well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Hu. I have a ton to do. I need to finish literature, clean the cage and write before the end of the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Toodles, girlfriends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-6432057946947483062?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/6432057946947483062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=6432057946947483062' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6432057946947483062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/6432057946947483062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/10/life.html' title='*LIFE*'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1559098777015062395</id><published>2008-09-22T20:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:19:02.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gilbys New Hidy Hole</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Hi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;I have to post a quick one now cuz I have homework due today and i still have to type it up and send it off. So far I have all A's! Yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Gilby and Snuggles are doing good. It has been a week since....*thinking*....Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Those of you who have seen them know that there is only one hidy hole in the entire cage. A green tube that Glibert has pretty much eaten the paper within an inch of its life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;Anyway, the tube has sort of been taken over by Snuggles. So poor Gilbert had no place to go. Until Dad came home with a really nice wooden box with an arched door and round window. Gilbert was the first to get in and SLEEP in it! I came up to refill their water bottle and we was sound asleep until I unhooked the bottle from the cage bar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;It was adorable. So now they are across the street nabours and they each have their own little house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#663300;"&gt;G2G-&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1559098777015062395?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1559098777015062395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1559098777015062395' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1559098777015062395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1559098777015062395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/09/gilbys-new-hidy-hole.html' title='Gilbys New Hidy Hole'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8287487920561807719</id><published>2008-09-20T20:30:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:19:17.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'Our Little Babies' Have Arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hello to everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Sorry it has been so long since I last posted, life has gotten busy of late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yes, the pigs arrived safely!!!! *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We went to go get them about 10 on Saturday and our friends put each at a time in a box. We drove all the way home listening to them make guinea pig sounds and the whole time poor Lele is trying to keep the boxes lid on cuz they where moving alot! Any way, we got home and made the grand home coming with everyone standing around and opened the box slowly to add to the moment. lol They got a chorus of "Oooo's" and "Ahhhh's", and then we took them up and introduced them to our room and their new cage. They smelled the green tube, the stuffed bear, the water bottle, the bowl and food, the alfalfa hay ,the bars, and all together everything. After we had watched them within an inch of their lives we moved out and got in some jammy pants (or at least Lele and I did, but hey it was raining all day! lol). Leah and I came back every hour to check on them and they did great all day long. The funny part was when Max met them...a whole day later! Almost. We decided to see how he did that night but we held onto his choke collar wile he sniffed and wined and so on and so forth. We got a kick out of that! =-]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I when to a while without holding mine cuz he was so squirmish...and their claws are SHARP! Yow! I still have a cut from Thursday. I also let him go nameless cuz I still wasn't settled on a name yet. But I finally settled on a name for him on Saturday night. This may seem odd, and I thought it was too considering I never even would have thought about it. So I was watching him and suddenly I thought of the name Gilbert. Yes, Gilbert. He actually looks like a Gilbert now too! So sometimes I call him Gilbi for for short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy thing is you will all get to see them tomorrow night! So I don't have to post pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;But I will anyway just for you and the suspense I am so sure I have built inside you! =-] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So here they are: 'Our Little Babies' we like to call them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Introducing: Gilbert (mine) and Snuggles (Lele's).......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SNWb4rk8toI/AAAAAAAAADM/UYenoY8iTy8/s1600-h/DSC00090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248272338842859138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SNWb4rk8toI/AAAAAAAAADM/UYenoY8iTy8/s320/DSC00090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SNWcEtQrf3I/AAAAAAAAADU/UHi5S63IzNY/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248272545453145970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SNWcEtQrf3I/AAAAAAAAADU/UHi5S63IzNY/s320/DSC00089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SNWcEtQrf3I/AAAAAAAAADU/UHi5S63IzNY/s1600-h/DSC00089.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8287487920561807719?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8287487920561807719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8287487920561807719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8287487920561807719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8287487920561807719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/09/our-little-babies-have-arrived.html' title='&apos;Our Little Babies&apos; Have Arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/SNWb4rk8toI/AAAAAAAAADM/UYenoY8iTy8/s72-c/DSC00090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1105879619901427013</id><published>2008-09-12T17:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T17:56:09.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shorty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Just a short post cuz I have tons to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ok, Lele, Mummy and I just got home from the pet store and we are about to set the cage up. I have to move my butt cuz the barn is clean but now i have ta move it to the basement. Problem: NO ROOM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Post pics in a bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hanna-&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1105879619901427013?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1105879619901427013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1105879619901427013' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1105879619901427013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1105879619901427013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/09/shorty.html' title='A Shorty...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-143176649248060544</id><published>2008-09-10T16:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T17:05:38.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>....life and other things....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm baaaaack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hey, 'Brina'!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Yeah. Not only are we gonna have marsh mellows but we are gonna have s'mores!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;We will provide all that though. KK?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I went to MOPS this morning and I was in the nursery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;They aren't really &lt;em&gt;baby&lt;/em&gt; baby's but they rang from nursing baby's to walkers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I love being with them. But every month there is someone who wants to be held and will cry if I put them down. My arms feel like they are gonna fall off when that happens! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I woke up yesterday morning with a soar throat and a head ache. By the end of the day I was running a fever and my skin hurt. I was pretty miserable. But this morning I felt better so I went to MOPS. And guess what. Now my throat hurts again. *gggrrr*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;No, I never did clear out the barn today. I will tomorrow though wile the cage is drying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Oh, next post I'll have to tell you all about our mouse adventure! Fortunately it was not in the house. But I have ta go. I smell french toast and bacon cooking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hanna-&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-143176649248060544?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/143176649248060544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=143176649248060544' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/143176649248060544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/143176649248060544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-and-other-things.html' title='....life and other things....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-1146152743938786802</id><published>2008-09-09T14:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T14:41:54.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Raving About 'Em "Pigs"!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hello everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Still haven't gotten the guiny pigs yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;We are gonna go pick em' up on Saturday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tomorrow after I get home from MOPS (no I'm not part of it, I just babysit =])I'm gonna be moving the barn to the basement. We won't have any room otherwise so the barn is out at last! I love the barn, but I'm getting older and I never play with it any more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyway, on Thursday Lele and I are gonna clean out the cage we are borrowing cuz it's a mess and it needs to be hosed down really bad. And then (this is the part Lele and I are looking foreword to the most in means of getting ready for them) on Friday evening Mom, Lele and I are going to PetsMart to buy all the little guys are gonna need. Bedding, food, water bottles, food bowls, stuffed animals, hidey holes, toys, the works! =] I even have an outfit picked out for Saturday! (?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll be getting my paycheck this Friday too so I'm gonna cross fingers and hope to get this cute shirt at Fashion Bug. I'm gonna wear the same thing on Sunday to Youth Group. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hey- It's at our house and we are gonna do it around the fire pit so dress like it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You'll all get to see them too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't have a name picked out yet. I'm gonna look on the Internet and see if there is a sight with names cuz I'm stumped!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just an update: I'm sssssssoooooooooooo happy cuz I'm starting chapter 11 soon! yay! (If you're a writer you'll understand. =])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;G2G-&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#339999;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-1146152743938786802?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/1146152743938786802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=1146152743938786802' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1146152743938786802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/1146152743938786802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/09/raving-about-em-pigs.html' title='Raving About &apos;Em &quot;Pigs&quot;!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7877587286793196617</id><published>2008-09-06T20:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:35:48.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News and Big Responsibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hi bloggers &amp;amp; blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I have been dying to let out info to you all since Thursday, so here I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I don't know who knows that Lele and I have been praying and asking for a guiny pig each for almost the last year. Dad was not so keen on it but Mom was all game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So on Thursday Mom and I are going to the Library and Beans, ok? All the kids where with my Dads mom for the whole day, So my Mom and I where gonna go spend the day together. Any way, on the way there she says: "Well, I have a little surprise for you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I just kinda looked at her and smiled. I had no idea what it could possibly be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And she says: "I have two little pets on hold from Mrs. C." (This 'Mrs.C 'nobody knows unless you go for assessments from her.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I looked at her like she had grown two heads and a third eyeball and everything else unnatural. Obviously she knew that look because she started to laugh really hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;She told me about a cage from someone at our church we where gonna borrow until we could get our own. By this time I started to wiggle and laugh and I even got teary eyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The mix of emotions was so thick I had a hard time concentrating. So I don't remember all that she told me. "There are only two little boys left from the litter. I know you wanted girls but it's a start. They are a few weeks old by now."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;All the rest of the day that was all I could talk and think about. Literally. Just ask my Mom. We talked about the care of them at Beans, we talked about rules at the Library and I couldn't restrain myself from telling the mother of one of my friends who is a librarian too. I was so happy! But this morning I told my Mom that I was: "Being tortured like a kid who's favorite candy was being held right in front of her face but was held back from eating it." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And just about a half an hour ago Lele was told about them too. She started to cry and laugh and jump up and down (hey, I would have if I could but I was in a car!). We told Nate and the little girls and they started to jump like us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;We don't have them yet but we will be next Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;THANK YOU, JESUS!!!!! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The highest ratings on names (between Lele and I at least) are Pippin and Frodo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Mime would be Pippin, but we are not sure yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'll post TONS of pics when they arrive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                         P.S.-Pleas pray for them to be kept save while we wait to go get them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                         Tomorrow Leah and I will be working to get the borrowed cage clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;                          After the youth group outing. See you then! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7877587286793196617?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7877587286793196617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7877587286793196617' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7877587286793196617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7877587286793196617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-news-and-big-responsibility.html' title='Big News and Big Responsibility'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-8917218349493938581</id><published>2008-08-30T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T10:56:57.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hello, guys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ever had a big need, prayed about it and then it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;That's what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to us on Thursday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Nathan has been needing a full scale, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;weighted&lt;/span&gt; keys and peddles piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So we have been praying for it for a long time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Well on Thursday a white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;suburban&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pulls&lt;/span&gt; into our drive way and a big bald guy gets out. Mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;answered&lt;/span&gt; the door and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;askes&lt;/span&gt;: "Is this the G &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;residence&lt;/span&gt;?" (Mind you, he didn't actually say "G", He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; our last name. But you can't put your full name on an open blog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: "It is."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guy: "Well, I have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;delivery&lt;/span&gt; for you then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: "What is it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guy: "Well you will just have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;wait an&lt;/span&gt;d see."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt; So he goes to his truck and starts pulling out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of a piano out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The bench the top and the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;shebang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Guy: "So where do you want it?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: "Well, believe it or not, I've actually cleared out a place for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So I suppose we can just put it in the school room."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;The dude brings in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; and puts together (get this) a full scale, with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;weighted&lt;/span&gt; keys and peddles &lt;em&gt;Roland&lt;/em&gt; keyboard &lt;em&gt;with&lt;/em&gt; a dark wood case!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;After the guy set it all up he says: "Well I'm not gonna leave till I hear him play it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Nathan sat down and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;plays&lt;/span&gt; a whole bunch of songs from his book and finishes off with Fur Elise (witch I am proud to note he &lt;em&gt;taught&lt;/em&gt; himself how to play).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;When he man was about to leave Mom asked him who it was from, he said:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;"Can't say. A lady told me to bring it over here and payed me to do it. So, you'll just have to call who ever you think it is." He smiled and left. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Just &lt;/span&gt;ike that. Weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;So Mom calls her friend and she said it was not her piano and she did not know anything about it!  So, we have a piano that came from God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-8917218349493938581?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/8917218349493938581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=8917218349493938581' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8917218349493938581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/8917218349493938581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-guys-ever-had-big-need-prayed.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7844787886407384598</id><published>2008-08-29T14:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T14:53:57.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Muver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imagechef.com/" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;img src="http://cdn-img1.imagechef.com/w/080829/anmd8744a9d6a005dee.gif" alt="ImageChef.com - Custom comment codes for MySpace, Hi5, Friendster and more" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjAwMzU*NDQxNTYmcHQ9MTIyMDAzNTQ*ODE1NiZwPTExOTMxJmQ9c3RhbmRhcmQmbj*mZz*x.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7844787886407384598?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7844787886407384598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7844787886407384598' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7844787886407384598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7844787886407384598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-muver_29.html' title='Love, Muver'/><author><name>Jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_TS-wZaeKok/TemQpW8MetI/AAAAAAAAB70/VEfM9HVRdAo/s220/SilverLakeGeraniumsRadwanski.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3742561823817407060</id><published>2008-08-25T12:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:06:58.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna miss them...alot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;So can you believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm alive &amp;amp; breathing! Hope you're not to disappointed...=]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Anyway: The reason I have not been blogging for the past (*think,think,think*) few weeks is because the K's have been visiting from Montana. They got here this last Sunday and stayed till Tuesday. Then they left for two days and and came back on Saturday. They left about an hour and a half ago. *boohoo* We will not see them for another year... Bren will be thirteen, Josh-Man will be...I think either ten or eleven and my best guess is that Siss will be nine. (Bren-Brennen, Josh-Man other wise known as Joshua, Siss-Sierra). I'm really gonna miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm gonna save up and get Bren either the Caspian Nintendo DS game or a book in the series &lt;em&gt;Dragons Among Us&lt;/em&gt; for his birthday. I'm sssssssssooooooooooo sad because we will not be able to be around when he turns thirteen. Mrs.K actually traveled all the way from Grove City, PA to my Grandma's house in Concord for my surprise birthday when I turned thirteen in 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday after church we hung out at the house and then Dad took me, Brennen, Josh, Lele and Nate to see the movie Clone Wars at the drive-in. It was ssssssssssssooooooooooooo much fun!!! And now we have lots of memories to share along with the ones we have from Cabela's and going to Faith Mountain in West Virginia together and when a certain someone wet his pants because he was laughing so hard and the ones we have from talking on the phone for 4 hours after we found out they where moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;I gotta stop or I'm gonna cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;Have a nice day, everybody! =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;Hanna&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3742561823817407060?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3742561823817407060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3742561823817407060' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3742561823817407060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3742561823817407060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-gonna-miss-themalot.html' title='I&apos;m gonna miss them...alot.'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-9128485149070892257</id><published>2008-08-07T11:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:19:28.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YYYY&lt;/span&gt;Happy 14th Bithday,Hannah!&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ff33;"&gt;YYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I am so glad we are friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;The times we have spent together at your house or mine where lots of fun and I look forward to all the rest. Thanks for being my friend and for making me feel ok when I was having a bad day or something had happened that made my cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love you-&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-9128485149070892257?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/9128485149070892257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=9128485149070892257' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/9128485149070892257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/9128485149070892257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3425018063153072422</id><published>2008-08-04T16:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T18:05:47.837-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sadingly- Shorter -Than- Most Post....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Very short post today cuz I don't feel like typing but I know I have to put up something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Lets see... Yesterday we went to the O'Bs and swam in their neighbors really nice, really clean and overly chlorinated pool. It had so much chlorine in it that it made the water taste funny. Yuck! I was dunked by Duncan and I could have killed him. (not really! lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Then after we had had a cookout with them we headed home at 9:30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got up at 11 and was ready for the day at 1:30. I know...sad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So that was my sadingly short post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3425018063153072422?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3425018063153072422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3425018063153072422' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3425018063153072422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3425018063153072422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-sadingly-shorter-thain-most-post.html' title='My Sadingly- Shorter -Than- Most Post....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3761091519229102008</id><published>2008-07-24T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:56:41.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Out Comings Of Monday And Other Things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;You know what was so irritating? Nothing happened!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;No one needed prayer, no was saved and they didn't meet anybody who needed them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;So we are all thinking that we where have patients issues and God decided this was the perfect way to put it in our faces. They did however get back on Monday. Yay! And so Pop and I went to the airport to pick them up. Their flight came at 8:45pm. We ended up (Dad and I that is) coming home at 11:30 because Grandpa's  luggage was missing as well as the duffel bag and we kept waiting to see if it had come in at the same baggage claime but on a different Delta flight. So we got them home safely and I got to watch as a far away thunder storm flashed lighting in the clouds, but without the thunder. Way cool! Then the next day we went to their house and everyone was there exept for Granny and Pop. We stayed the whole day and ate lunch and dinner with them. Then Pop showed up for dinner as well as Granny, and we left around 8:30.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;The K's are coming next month. We have a private blog that we share with them. So every once and a while they will get on and post or one of us will. Yesterday I logged on and posted something to Brennen. He left a message on the phone yesterday cause he wanted to talk to one/all of us. And, oh my gosh, he sounded ssssssssssoooooooooooo much older!!! His voice has gotten really deep! He's turning thirteen October 9th so I'm planning on trying to get something for him. Yeah, I know what your thinking: don't think it cause it's not true! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;KK, g2g cause I have a ton of work to do on my book and other stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Toodles 2 All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3761091519229102008?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3761091519229102008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3761091519229102008' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3761091519229102008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3761091519229102008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/out-comings-of-monday-and-other-things.html' title='The Out Comings Of Monday And Other Things...'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3214570011866764921</id><published>2008-07-21T13:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:11:27.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planes, Atlanta, and Gods Plan....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Air flights. Gotta love 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maybe I shouldn't say that since I am preaching what I don't even follow. Yeah, I hate flights. Or at least I hate the flights that are canceled over and over and over and over again, and no one, who is supposed to be on that flight, is even told why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am saying this because Grandpa and Grandma Sherry where supposed to be on there way home at 10:42 this morning. Now (if all goes well) they will be home at 8:00pm. We had all planed to go to their house YESTERDAY and have a cookout and spend time with them until we got a call from Grandpa that their flight would be canceled until tomorrow (today). Then today we got a second call from him that they would be leaving at 8:45 and landing in Cleavland at 10:45. And again we got third a call that the flight for 8:45 was canceled and they would now be leaving at 11:00 and landing at 12:00. Didn't happen. Then we learned by Mrs. Regina C that the flight had been canceled &lt;em&gt;indefinitely! Good Grief&lt;/em&gt;! Now I felt like crying. I almost did but restrained myself. So now, guess what they are gonna do. First it's all the way to Atlanta. Then from Atlanta it's gonna be another flight back here. And home. At 8:00. So at least for today there will be no cookout, no quality time with them and no going to pick them up as planned. At least not us kids. Not enough room in the van. When we had the church van we could all go, until we sold it to my Uncle Ernie's church. God is obviously not wanting us to go pick them up. And I'm not one to argue with Him. lol I keep hoping the reason for all this is to lead someone to Christ on the plan either to or from Atlanta. There is some reason why God is not allowing us to See them today. Even if we never get His plan, there must be one...some where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;TTYL&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3214570011866764921?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3214570011866764921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3214570011866764921' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3214570011866764921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3214570011866764921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/planes-atlanta-and-gods-plan.html' title='Planes, Atlanta, and Gods Plan....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2032556423354183267</id><published>2008-07-15T19:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:18:16.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just About Today.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Today was ok. Had its downs and ups, but other than that: good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In the morning Ashawees aunt is coming for a homeschool talk with Mummy. She is the author of the Blessed Mom to Five blog. I read it a few days ago and she had posted something one of her sons had said. You'll have to read it. It is so funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;I'm so sorry most of you guys are not thrilled about Becoming Jane. Neither was I actually. I thought it was a little forward. I mean, there where parts I had to fast forward because of the immorality in it. On the norm It wouldn't have bothered me all that much...but this time it was about one of my fave authors. That made me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Anyway, Becca: You had said something about not agreeing that 'life before marriage is all about finding a husband.' Jane Austen's books where mostly about that because of the day. Seriously; unlike us all that girls and young woman thought about (if they where a family of only daughters) was to get married and provide for the family. So it isn't that that was Jane's idea was that life should only be about finding a man, but that is was the culture. Funny thing: she never married. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Lets see....News Briefs for today: I am on Chapter Nine! Woohoo! I am still not to the climax! No Woohoo! My characters have no idea that they will soon be launched on a trip together, but I have figured out how Lelianna (my proudly named, auburn haired, tomboyish princess) and Darond (my terribly cute, dark, curly haired nimmon) meet up!!!! YAY! And a nimmon is...well I don't really know what but I'm figuring that out as well. lol  Only problem. Darond is a nimmon, Lelianna is a human. I want them to get married. Apparently a "hunim" is in order here. lol (Don't know what the heck that is either.)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;In other news: Lele got stung by a bee who was obviously offended at her stepping on him and his beloved clover today.  I have no sympathy for him and you'd think I would after watching A Bee Movie. lol I also chased Max (yes the rabid looking goldendoodle in the cage) around the house after dinner with a bag of cheese and a mop bucket. Don't ask. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Other than that, nothing else happened. So, G2G!    &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;YYYYYYYY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Hanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2032556423354183267?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2032556423354183267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2032556423354183267' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2032556423354183267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2032556423354183267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-about-today.html' title='Just About Today.....'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-2629845869174504571</id><published>2008-07-14T17:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T17:52:04.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Again! Goodby Again! (I know it dosn't have anything to do with the post but nothing els came up.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Well I know this: I obviously look 'adorable in pink'! OMG, you guys are &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;making this easy for me. That's ok. No it's not. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last night I went to bed at 11 and was awaken (rudely I might add) by my dear father and then again by Lydia between 7 and 7:30. That was a killer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;The reason for my bedtime: Pride and Prejudice. &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YYY&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I love that series! We have the BBC version on DVD and VHS. I was watching the VHS because our tv (mine and Lele's) doesn't have a DVD player. Crud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;However! It is ssssssssssooooooooooooo better thain nothing at all. See? I really can have a good outlook on life! LOL Anyway Jeniffer Ehle plays Elizabeth and Collin Firth playes Mr Darcy. He is so good!!! I like Elizabeth too but Mr Darcy has this thing where he is very quiet and prideful and...oh never mind. I think you get the pic. I love the movie. Mind you: I like the BBC version. Not the new one. They did not do the story justice. Sorry if you like it. The only commendation I can give them is that Jane was in fact much more prettier than Elizabeth. My mom and I saw the movie Becoming Jane and it is basically about how Jane Austen 'found' herself. Does anyone remember how Lydia (Not mine, this is Elizabeth's sis) ran of with Wickham? Well Jane A. got the idea for that because of an 'almost elopement' with a young man as well. And get this: the guy who plays the young man is James McAvey! Yeah, Mr Tumnus! I was ssssssssooooo happy! And when Mom and I where watching the movie Jane Aher the little Jane is Georgie Henly!!!!!!! YES, LUCY!!!! Oh yes, I am a  Narnia Geek! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;G2G! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYY&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;-Hanna (the Narnia Geek!...lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-2629845869174504571?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/2629845869174504571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=2629845869174504571' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2629845869174504571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/2629845869174504571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/hello-again-goodby-again-i-know-it.html' title='Hello Again! Goodby Again! (I know it dosn&apos;t have anything to do with the post but nothing els came up.)'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-7171134836864546134</id><published>2008-07-13T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T16:09:54.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Church, Bad Shirt and NO PINK!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Good day at church. Really good, even though Hannah wasn't there. Everyone else was so that kinda made up for it. Notice: no text! I sort of decided to give that up since it was kinda stupid anyway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sooo watcha tink of the new layout??? I saw it on Pizzam! and loved it. It's so nice cause I don't have to just do pink with the font. So yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;News of the Week-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I am under restriction (of my own accord). Now; when I say 'restriction' I mean 'none allowed'. Now when I say 'none allowed' I mean 'no pink allowed'. And when I say 'no&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; allowed' I mean: I am not allowed to buy any&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt; clothes for a whole year! Yay!!!! I know, I am ssssssssssooooooooooo proud of my self! lol  So hopefully this will work because I do most of my shopping with my mom and she knows about this. Like when me and her went to Wal-Mart I saw this totally cut shirt I wanted to get. It was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. And so I was given a stern "No." by sweet mummzee who knows me to well. =] So hopefully my wardrobe will consist of more than &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, and more &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;. Stuff like &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;blues&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;gray&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; will be added. So instead of the shirt I wanted to get I got a different one. It was a darling &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;navy&lt;/span&gt; shirt. And I was gonna wear it to youth group...but I am destined to return it in a little while and get a different one. Trust me; you would have done the same with it if you where me. It fit so bad it actually made me cry! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;In other news youth group is tonight. We are doing The Truth Project for the next few weeks. It's not really my fave but the speakers are good. What it is is basically a movie we watch and a whole bunch of different guys talk about how to know that our faith is really real. We get to sit in the sanctuary and watch it on the big screen that hangs from the wall. I am thinking about bringing my sketch pad while we watch it. It helps me to listen better and I can't sit for a long time without going nuts and wriggling in my seat to no end. lol Then we all go in the back and talk about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;G2G!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;See most of you at youth group!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-7171134836864546134?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/7171134836864546134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=7171134836864546134' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7171134836864546134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/7171134836864546134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-church-bad-shirt-and-no-pink.html' title='Good Church, Bad Shirt and NO PINK!!!!!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3406479590400027259</id><published>2008-07-10T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:50:58.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;HAPPY SWEET SIXTEEN, BECCA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am so glad we are friends despite our differences. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;You deserve an awesome sweet sixteen, girl friend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Turning sixteen is a cool thing even though I haven't experienced it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Now that you are getting your license; don't be expecting to see anyone on the road from now on! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Anyway: A HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY POST TO BECCA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(Beccas Birthday is July 8, 1992 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3406479590400027259?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3406479590400027259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3406479590400027259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3406479590400027259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3406479590400027259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.html' title=''/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3510490730860114975</id><published>2008-07-06T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:43:03.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 4th of July and a Few Other Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello friendies and blog readers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Here I am again after a whole week of absence. Sorry 'bout that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Lets c...CHEO went well, tornado (ask mom or check her blog 2 c if she said anything about it) really cool people and somebodys father died. Not mine, somebodys @ CHEO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hope ur week  has been good. I saw K.H. yesterday and Tigger @ the fireworks up @ the highscool. GOOD fireworks this year! "A whole 30 minutes of thunder." is what the announcer dude said right after an enthusiastic: "Wow." he gave. The grand finale was good. And they did the HEART!!!! It is quite obvious that is everyones fave cause after it went off all u could hear was a big: "WOOHOO!". Yes, I was one of them. lol  On Friday we went 2 a friends house w/ the M.s  all day. We ate alot messed around w/ the farm animals and even (accidentally) let the guard dogs out. Their names r King and Anna. I LUV THEM! Sweetest dogz besides Max &amp;amp; Mazy. All in all it was a good 4th of July. On the norm we have a big party @ r house but that was a no-could-do this year. It was gonna b 2 much of a risk if Max ever got out and we have a big veggi garden under way. Plus Grandma Sherry and Grandpa r in the Uk. Later we r gonna head over 2 some other peoples house 4 a cookout. I have no idea what the heck 2 wear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Rilla woke up with a cold this morning so I stayed home from church 2 b with her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It was so funny cause she sounded like this little kid I used 2 babysit named Trent. Her voice was all squeaky...so cute! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My book is coming along terribly slow. I'm on chapter 8 and I'm working on getting the chapters longer so it is taking me vvvvvvvvvvvveeeeeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrryyyyyyyyy long!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh and I am not in a writing mood. 4 those of u who know what I mean it's like a fever. Writing fever. And then the fever brakes and no more writing comes 2 u. Don't worry. It's not contagious. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Toodles 2 All!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;YYYYYYYYYYYYY&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;-Hanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3510490730860114975?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3510490730860114975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3510490730860114975' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3510490730860114975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3510490730860114975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-4th-of-july-and-few-other-things.html' title='My 4th of July and a Few Other Things'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-3605226529999858113</id><published>2008-06-29T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:29:57.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2day has had a down</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello every1!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just a short post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2day has had a down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am no longer in Sunday school (and if Mr.L had not asked 4 the age limit 2 go higher than I would have been gone sooner). I am now (an have been) 14 and so am no longer a student. ={ Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;We had r last pizza party 2day and I left a little early. Now I wished I had stayed. But, alas, it is to late. And every1 excepting Rosy and a friend of hers. Hannah had gone home early cause she didn't feel good, Ashley had 2 go cause her fam was doing something,and Lexi wasn't there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Toodles 2 all: Hanna &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-3605226529999858113?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/3605226529999858113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=3605226529999858113' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3605226529999858113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/3605226529999858113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/06/2day-has-had-down.html' title='2day has had a down'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212031640457510506.post-5285738997349678351</id><published>2008-06-25T09:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T09:58:33.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Just a quick notice 2 u all that my Mom and Dad r leaving for Columbus 2day around 12:00 2 go 2 the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CHEO&lt;/span&gt; (Christian Home Educators of Ohio)conference. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Pleas b praying consistently 4 them! They will b home this Saturday, but it is a 2 hour drive there. All 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gether&lt;/span&gt; they r gonna be driving there &amp;amp; back for 4 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am really glad 4 them though b-cause there is a pool @ the hotel and Mom has been running like mad 2 get a bathing suit! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;THANX&lt;/span&gt; EVERYBODY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;I LUV U MOM &amp;amp; DAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;HAVE A GOOD TIME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;AND WE R PRAYING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YYYYYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66cccc;"&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bunnylips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;(Don't Ask...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212031640457510506-5285738997349678351?l=pinkchicky1.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/feeds/5285738997349678351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212031640457510506&amp;postID=5285738997349678351' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5285738997349678351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212031640457510506/posts/default/5285738997349678351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pinkchicky1.blogspot.com/2008/06/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request!'/><author><name>Hanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10268885876943489359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u0-yXOcon2I/S2tAS97ZT4I/AAAAAAAAAIA/g_7KMwAtGeQ/S220/Hanna%27s+Headshots+024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
