tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67390156034249521462024-03-13T23:18:45.964-05:00Life As I Am Coming To Know ItLindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-81138185936591488412012-01-24T12:28:00.000-06:002012-01-24T12:28:01.741-06:00It's Been A LONG WhileHey guys! Seriously, it has been a LONG time. I would love to get back into blogging regularly, but I really don't want to make any goals that I am not sure I can keep right now. Life is CRAZY, but so wonderful. Here are a few things going on...<br />
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<ul><li>Trae turns one tomorrow!</li>
<li>In posts from forever ago, I had posted about working out via Insanity. I had fantastic results. I lost five inches in one week! I lost all my pregnancy weight plus about sixteen more pounds. Then...</li>
<li>I found out I am pregnant again! We are SO excited. Baby A, as we are calling him, is due June 28. And, yes, another boy!</li>
<li>I have become an expert smootie maker. I am drinking a fantastic one right now. Bananas, Strawberries, Pineapple, Oranges, Greek Yogurt, Honey, Soy Milk. Yum.</li>
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Lately I have been obsessed with the Kardashians. Why are their TV shows so addicting. As I sit here typing this, I am secretly dying to watch the marathon that I recorded today... And, I think I will. Not that I need sleep or anything. Art has been gone for quite awhile now, and I am getting really burned out on the whole single mom thing. I don't know how some people do it every day for years and years. You have my respect, for sure. <br />
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This post was all over the place, but hey, I blogged! It's a start.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-6361884213758324552011-07-18T22:12:00.000-05:002011-07-18T22:12:04.482-05:00I am:<ul><li>A bad blogger lately</li>
<li>Not caring about that fact</li>
<li>Happy and Content</li>
<li>Full of joy</li>
<li>Getting tattooed SOON!</li>
<li>Excited about the future, namely October</li>
<li>Looking forward to my two year anniversary coming up in the next few weeks.</li>
<li>Marveling at how fast my little boy is growing. He will be six months next week.</li>
<li>Still loving documentaries</li>
<li>Feeling completely justified and happy about my choice to stop eating meat again.</li>
<li>catching up with dear old friends</li>
<li>Making new friends</li>
<li>Falling more in love with Jesus</li>
<li>Becoming more aware of the spiritual world</li>
<li>Being more of myself</li>
<li>Loving my husband more</li>
<li>Laughing more often</li>
<li>Getting comfortable with myself</li>
</ul>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-57759091317301533172011-07-11T22:52:00.000-05:002011-07-11T22:52:06.562-05:00As of Lately:<ul><li>I have been un-inspired (lazy) when it comes to blogging.</li>
<li>I have been busy making lots of good baby food for Trae.</li>
<li>I have been very convicted about the amount of stuff I use on a daily basis. I am taking steps to use less stuff.</li>
<li>I have been getting very into cleaning with natural cleaners, both on my body and around my house.</li>
<li>I have been unpacking and thinking that the boxes just multiply while I am asleep.</li>
<li>I have been playing with my big yellow dog.</li>
<li>I am truly at a very happy state in my life.</li>
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I am thankful for:<br />
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<ul><li>A faithful, hard-working husband</li>
<li>A healthy and happy little boy</li>
<li>My own health and a body that can get up every day</li>
<li>A place to live</li>
<li>Art's job that provides money for us to have food, clothes, and money to pay bills</li>
<li>A church full of people who love me, want to laugh and cry with me, have fun with me, and aren't afraid to correct me when it's needed</li>
<li>Pets that make me smile</li>
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There are so many more things. Seriously, though. I suggest you all try this. This all came out of me being really down about Art's job and him always being gone. Doing this has totally changed my perspective. God is so good. He has given me so much.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-53650372897328638412011-07-01T20:46:00.002-05:002011-07-01T20:46:26.883-05:00Hello Pre-Pregnancy Weight!Today I stepped on the scale to see a number I hadn't seen in over a year. Holla! I have lost over 65 pounds since February, and every single second of being hungry and exercising was completely miserable. Haha. I won't lie. So, how did I celebrate? Nope, I didn't go buy new clothes or anything logical... I ordered my favorite pizza. That's right... And every bite was wonderful. So, I'm pretty happy with myself and all that, blah, blah...Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-63772659550669766692011-06-30T20:22:00.000-05:002011-06-30T20:22:07.052-05:00A Few Pictures<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzrQYgKAoIA/Tg0gOc7uVqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yvQ7l5u9t5s/s1600/Moses+With+Glasses.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mzrQYgKAoIA/Tg0gOc7uVqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/yvQ7l5u9t5s/s320/Moses+With+Glasses.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trae has been entertaining himself for longer lately. I think this is because he really enjoys sitting up. However, I am not used to having five to ten minutes of free time when he is awake. So, I have obviously spent this new found time doing very productive things, like putting sunglasses on Moses.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I'm getting this tattooed on my back soon! I might have to wait until Art gets home so he can keep Trae while I go with my friends, but still... In the next six weeks, I will have this! Holla!</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">And, as I mentioned, Trae is sitting up... I love it. He is getting so big. Unlike many mothers, I do not miss the newborn stage. I love how he is growing, and I can't wait until he can talk and walk. I just love him so much.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-44038715703019897082011-06-28T22:33:00.001-05:002011-06-28T23:39:57.426-05:00Time FliesHas it really been a week since I have updated my blog? Seriously. The last week flew by. Art ended up coming home a week early to get on the correct schedule for work. I know, that probably makes no sense unless you know someone who works on the water. Just nod and go on. While he was home, we furiously unpacked... and there is still a lot left. However, tonight, I got our room to an almost finished stage. We need to buy so many home things, like lamps, pictures, etc... All will come with time. I can't wait to get everything unpacked so I can clean in all the corners. I like it clean.<br />
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I have been busy designing my tattoo that I plan on getting here in the next few weeks. It is going to be really pretty. I will post pictures when I perfect the font I am going for.<br />
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Trae is now sitting up on his own! The child refuses to roll, but has no problem sitting up for half an hour. Pictures of that to come too!<br />
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A lot of people have told me in the last week that my haircut is a boy cut... Which, honestly, I kind of like. I enjoy pushing boundaries already, so if I can get away with something different that people aren't already doing, I am happy.<br />
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This post was all over the place, as most have been lately. I am just running around like crazy and have a million thoughts. I need to remember to stop and breathe. Easier said than done.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Have a great night, everyone.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-34520137733598778312011-06-21T21:02:00.000-05:002011-06-21T21:02:43.734-05:00TaaDaa!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYlqHre6J8c/TgFMaAlTy0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5LJj1P1mPlk/s1600/hair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qYlqHre6J8c/TgFMaAlTy0I/AAAAAAAAAQk/5LJj1P1mPlk/s320/hair.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hair Cut!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gzvIgHiVrY/TgFM7PPLq0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/UPaiKBwvifg/s1600/Photo+on+2011-06-21+at+20.48+%25236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gzvIgHiVrY/TgFM7PPLq0I/AAAAAAAAAQo/UPaiKBwvifg/s320/Photo+on+2011-06-21+at+20.48+%25236.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">(Feel free to ignore Art in this picture.)</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-28329619079636088512011-06-20T20:54:00.000-05:002011-06-20T20:54:49.802-05:00See Ya, Hair.I have a thing for short hair. My hair has not been really long since my second year of college. Actually, I think it has only been really long three times in my life. It just doesn't work for me. I love being able to put it up every day, but the problem is... I put it up every single day. In fact, I haven't worn my hair down in over two months. So, tomorrow is the day I will return to short hair. I am getting it colored too. I can't decide if I should go natural or un-natural. I was loving that red I did last year.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyTY8wvCVGE/Tf_41m7I_8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bpKS6ZZJiyI/s1600/Laura%2527s+Wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DyTY8wvCVGE/Tf_41m7I_8I/AAAAAAAAAQg/bpKS6ZZJiyI/s320/Laura%2527s+Wedding.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here is the red hair. I am the Mexican looking one, just to clarify... Just kidding, that's my friend Emily. I am on the far right. Duh.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So, we will see how tomorrow turns out! Oh, also, I haven't forgotten about my blogging series. I was planning on making a cute little icon for it, but really, I never have time to do anything, so in all honesty, I probably wont. I'm all about the honesty here. And honestly, I don't want to go pay bills, but I guess I have to sometime. Bye,</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-47787315087630914442011-06-19T21:51:00.000-05:002011-06-19T21:51:48.551-05:00Hilo Milo and Helloses Moses.As I mentioned in the list of my last post, I got suckered into getting a new kitty. His name is Milo. He is currently enjoying Moses' huge dog bed.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JM-Tpbjtzs/Tf60XwoZUGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xR9O1gSMNso/s1600/Milo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9JM-Tpbjtzs/Tf60XwoZUGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/xR9O1gSMNso/s320/Milo.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Speaking of Moses, as I also mentioned previously, he is back. I can only imagine how many annoyed blog posts I will soon be writing about him.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I hope you all had a great weekend.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-21009057582542283252011-06-17T23:59:00.000-05:002011-06-17T23:59:52.107-05:00A List of the Last WeekHello blogging world! I miss you! My parents are visiting this week. We are doing a lot of unpacking, among other things. When they leave, I will be back with updates on the house. For now, here are a few things that sum up this last week.<br />
<ul><li>We are moved! Yay! We are not unpacked... </li>
<li>My parents brought our dog, Moses, back to us. (He had been on a long vacation in Oklahoma.)</li>
<li>I got suckered into adopting a kitten who had previously been adopted and was then returned to the shelter. The poor guy was homeless twice. How could I resist? His name is Mylo.</li>
<li>Trae has discovered his feet.</li>
<li>I am still missing Moo.</li>
<li>I discovered the goodness that is Panda Express.</li>
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What a freaking awful day.... Really, terrible, to say the least. We got up early this morning, as usual, because we have a baby, you know. Then, we took our cat children to the vet to get hair cuts. Our cats have major freak outs when you get anywhere near them with a razor, so they have to be sedated. About 2:00, I got the worst call ever. I saw the vet calling and didn't answer. I assumed that my cats were ready to be picked up. As I walked out of Subway, I listened to the message they left me... and had a complete break down. The message was from our vet, saying that Moo's heart had stopped beating from the anesthesia. She said that they were putting a breathing tube in him and doing CPR, but I should get there as soon as possible. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlcjBVJXp0o/TfGet8fNEpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_00TixDVAoA/s1600/IMG_0198.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vlcjBVJXp0o/TfGet8fNEpI/AAAAAAAAAQE/_00TixDVAoA/s320/IMG_0198.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>A little background. In 2007, one of my best friends, Levi, found a cat that had a bunch of kittens. I hated cats and was terrible allergic to them, but I agreed to take a black and white cat because Levi said he had to find a home or he was going to the pound. Fast forward through four years. Moo was my best pet friend. In college, I snuck him into my apartment, where we lived in my one bedroom for a whole year. He slept next to me every night. He hid in my closet during room inspections. He went on car rides with me, because he loved the car. He made the seven hour ride to Houston with me multiple times, never in a cage, always looking out the window beside me. He knew I was pregnant before I did, and during my whole pregnancy, he slept at the doorway, staying awake all night, watching to make sure nothing happened. He always knew when I was lonely. He hated Art and always made sure to pee on his clothes while missing mine. After Trae was born and he wasn't able to sleep in our room anymore, he was at the door every morning when I woke up. I could go on and on.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZTxCdQGjYM/TfGeymHEHqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/j2rBwfVHX00/s1600/IMG_0308.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VZTxCdQGjYM/TfGeymHEHqI/AAAAAAAAAQI/j2rBwfVHX00/s320/IMG_0308.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>The vet called Art on our way to the vet to say that they were not able to save Moo. I still can't wrap my mind around it. I got up this morning and he was there to greet me. He begged for food, like always. I picked him up and took him to the car where he rode in the seat and looked out the window like always... and now he is gone. No more Moo, ever. We buried him tonight in Art's parents backyard.<br />
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I never imagined that losing a pet could hurt so terribly bad. Needless to say, I am hurting a lot. I have spent a lot of time crying today... So has my whole family. I don't think many people have ever seen me so sad, so it's hard for everyone. Even the vet cried with me. He just really meant a lot. I am going to miss him so much.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-5303201412172243702011-06-08T12:30:00.000-05:002011-06-08T12:30:51.327-05:00We Start Moving Tomorrow!We have the keys to our house! I am so excited to move. Compared to the apartments we have lived in for the last two years, this place is going to be huge. I have no idea of how we are going to fill up the space. However, dear reader, you can be looking forward to a new blog series I will start up in a week or so covering the making of our little house. It will include unpacking, organizing, cleaning, and decorating. It will definitely be worth your time. I have some DIY projects in mind that I cannot wait to start. As for now, our apartment is a disaster, and I am ready to LEAVE!<br />
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In other news, Trae FINALLY figured out that the door jumper is actually a toy and not a clever device invented to eat him.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Don't forget, fun blog series starting SOON! Next weekish.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-67221818504229667872011-06-04T21:39:00.001-05:002011-06-04T21:48:25.457-05:00The Unfortunate Fate of My ToeA little story...<br />
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About a week and a half ago, I went to WalMart to pick up some stuff that Art wanted... Beer, of course, along with packing supplies, and a dress that I knew I shouldn't buy, but there were birds on it, so I did. As I was walking out to my car, talking on my phone and paying no attention to the rest of the world, the shopping cart destroyed my toe. Imagine the wheel turning, then your toenail catching on it... Bloody mess. Fast forward to yesterday. My toenail is now gone and I just have a blank toe... that is very infected. Because of the stupid shopping cart, I spent three hours at an after hours clinic waiting to get two forms of antibiotics to ensure that my toe would not fall off over the weekend. I know I am dramatic, but really, ouch. I would have accompanied this post with pictures, but feet really freak some people out... and my feet are not pretty.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-69926027083637021532011-06-03T20:52:00.000-05:002011-06-03T20:52:29.293-05:00Family Photo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIF1qR9stac/TemPwk9H-iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dEMnvf4NWPg/s1600/Family%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NIF1qR9stac/TemPwk9H-iI/AAAAAAAAAP4/dEMnvf4NWPg/s320/Family%2521.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-20067786725654362362011-06-02T17:24:00.001-05:002011-06-02T22:48:17.357-05:00Cramming It All In...<div>Lots of thoughts with no organization...</div><div><br />
</div>Trae is napping, so I have a moment of peace. I should definitely use my free time to pack, but I just feel like being lazy, you know? Speaking of lazy, Trae napped so well yesterday, and so did I. Every time he took a nap I did too. Whatever. You only live once... might as well sleep all you can. That's how the saying goes, right?<br />
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</div><div>Well, when I have not been sitting around being lazy, I have been packing. I am at that point where you aren't sure if there is a lot left or maybe just a little. Things are just so messy that you cant tell.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Last weekend, two of my dearest friends made a trip to Houston to see me. Josh and Stephen came down here and we sure did have fun. We went to Galveston, ate sushi, shopped, and ate lots more food. Haha. They made me try a wheat grass shot, and let me just say that I like liquor shots much more than an ounce of squeezed grass. Who cares if one is better for you than the other. I didn't want to dance on any tables after the wheat grass shot. Lame!</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have been making all of Trae's food. This is really important to me. I did not get to breastfeed for as long as I wanted to, so I think that making all his food is my way of making it up to myself. I have no doubt that he is healthy and thriving on formula. I am in no way a breastfeeding Nazi. However, I do want him to eat good food. Today he ate avocado and loved it! I think we are going to move on from the rice cereal. It just isn't working for us. I tested the stuff and don't blame him. I would spit it all out too.</div><div><br />
</div><div>I have been getting really involved in our church lately. Today was the women's Bible study, and it was quite enjoyable. It feels good to be in the presence of people again. Having a baby is kind of isolating in a way.</div><div><br />
</div><div>We are moving in one week. Goodbye apartment!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-16276165084844701422011-05-30T21:19:00.000-05:002011-05-30T21:19:02.046-05:00Happy Memorial DayStill packing, friends. We will be moving in a week. Until after the move, I will continue to post only occasionally. Bare with me. I will be back.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CMpJVTU9t0/TeRP6Abhl6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/G4ViwfUgbh4/s1600/trae+food.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6CMpJVTU9t0/TeRP6Abhl6I/AAAAAAAAAP0/G4ViwfUgbh4/s320/trae+food.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Trae is starting to eat solids!</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-64119734016110235292011-05-26T12:45:00.000-05:002011-05-26T12:45:01.887-05:00Brief UpdateHey, guess what? We are leaving the apartment life behind, FINALLY! After three apartment moves, endless loud neighbors, mold, leaks, and oh so many more joys, we are going to be moving to a house. I had previously written about us buying a house. We did not end up buying. Instead, we decided to pay off credit cards and other debts and continue renting for awhile longer. I feel like this was a fantastic plan because I can now proudly say that we are almost debt free. We still have the unfortunate car bill, hospital bill, and a washer and dryer to pay on, but really, we have come so far in a year! I am really proud of us.<div><br />
</div><div>As soon as Trae wakes up from his nap, we are going to put down the deposit on our new rent house. I am really excited about this! The house is three bedrooms and the garagehas been turned into one big game room. It has a real washer/dryer room and a real kitchen! Can you tell that I am happy about that? What is even better is that all of our neighbors will be old people. Ah, silence! </div><div><br />
</div><div>And now for a Trae update. While Art was home, Trae had his first professional photo shoot. He was great. He smiled for every picture! I was so proud. Yesterday, he had his 4 month shots. He didn't like them, but he was pretty good the rest of the day. Also, he is now sleeping every night from 7pm to 7am. I know, he is perfect. Please don't steal him. Oh, and one more thing... We are starting to try solids! He hates them. I can't wait to start making all the fun stuff, though. We just have to get over the rice cereal first.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Okay, back to packing.</div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-12393116612542173222011-05-24T19:39:00.000-05:002011-05-24T19:39:15.718-05:00MovingYes, I have been absent from blogging again, but for good reason. Art and I have been packing up our apartment so we can get outta here next time he is off work. I am so excited to finally be in a house. Other than packing with Art, we also had family pictures done. There are some cute ones. I will post as soon as we get the disc. Well, I will probably not be posting too much in the next week, so don't give up on me. I will be back as soon as I finish packing!Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-8691815018369048552011-05-21T01:08:00.000-05:002011-05-21T01:08:02.552-05:00HOPEI found an old journal tonight. I forgot how terrible my first few years of college were for me. I spent my first two years at a Baptist college. Please don't even get me started on religious schools. I love Jesus... so much. He has the power to rescue, for sure, but I still would not recommend ANYONE to go to a religious school... This journal I found reminded me of just how hard it was for me to go to a close-minded school being open-minded me. I was so depressed, hurting, wanting to not even exist anymore. It hurts me to read it. It hurts me to remember who I was. Here is the thing, guys... I didn't die. I want every one of you to know that no matter what you are going through, rescue is possible. I AM STILL ALIVE.Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-75920965094484507382011-05-18T11:00:00.002-05:002011-05-18T11:00:36.332-05:00Husband<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW6kE45Zjo0/TdPtFpeiGoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NySiC1GXIJ4/s1600/IMG_0559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NW6kE45Zjo0/TdPtFpeiGoI/AAAAAAAAAPs/NySiC1GXIJ4/s320/IMG_0559.jpg" width="239" /></a></div>Lindseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00132751198490452160noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6739015603424952146.post-17259289801775380742011-05-17T20:22:00.000-05:002011-05-17T20:22:21.462-05:00Today:Today I...<br />
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<ul><li>Got two pairs of jeans and a skirt for $30 at Forever21</li>
<li>Got a book on how to make my own baby food</li>
<li>Got six big bottles of Bed Head shampoo for $50</li>
<li>Bought Trae some new toys</li>
<li>Got flowers and gin from my husband</li>
<li>Ate sushi and seaweed salad</li>
</ul>Let me elaborate. Bargains, bargains, bargains! Forever21 is one of my favorite places to get clothes. They won't last a lifetime, but they are cheap and fun. I think everything I wore today was from there. It is really importnat to me to make my own baby food for Trae. We haven't started any solids yet, but I know the time is coming, so I thought I better start reading up and getting what I need. The WalMart salon was having a great deal on Bed Head shampoos. If you buy one big bottle, you get two big bottles free. Holla! One of the toys we got Trae was a little blue dog that shakes and plays music. He got the biggest kick out of it. I love hearing him laugh. Art got me some really pretty flowers. It was really sweet of him to do that. They are lots of lilies floating in a vase. It is a very different arrangement from what he has gotten me in the past, and I really love them. He also bought me a bottle of gin because he knows the way to my heart. Also, I am about to sit down to eat LOTS of sushi and watch The Big Bang Theory. I know upon finishing I will feel like I have eaten way too much, but I only eat this much once every three weeks, so I think it's okay to live a little, right? <br />
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I am also super stressed about this week. Art will be home this week, which is always nice, but there is just so much we need to accomplish in seven days. We need to find a house to rent, buy a million groceries, see family and friends... I know it doesn't sound like that much. I am just overwhelmed. Debbie Downer, Negative Nancy, blah, blah, blah... On the positive side, Art coming home always means one good thing: take out sushi! We wait until Trae goes to sleep then order up some sushi... and of course a seaweed salad for me, because YUM.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xetJ8F-GNY/TdCHnmFNvWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KQb-8oPxvdM/s1600/photo-29.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xetJ8F-GNY/TdCHnmFNvWI/AAAAAAAAAPc/KQb-8oPxvdM/s320/photo-29.jpg" width="239" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Trae fell asleep sitting up... while eating. I told you, the kid has been tired.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBJpfkx_rFQ/TdCL9L5TkqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f7cFGxNo-qI/s1600/photo-32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fBJpfkx_rFQ/TdCL9L5TkqI/AAAAAAAAAPk/f7cFGxNo-qI/s320/photo-32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In exchange for Trae not letting me sleep and waking me up at 6 every morning, I took two hours to get ready on Saturday while Trae (somewhat) patiently watched. I feel like it was a fair trade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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So here is a little background. I went to a Baptist college in Shawnee, Oklahoma for two years. It wasn't my thing. I may or may not have had a little too much liveliness for such a close-minded school, so before my junior year, I left. Another girl who I had seen but never met also left OBU that year and we ended up at the same school. BOOMER SOONER! We were roommates for two wonderful, fun-filled years. Today is her birthday, and because she is one of my best friends in the world, I am going to take this opportunity to show you just how cool we were.<br />
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Really, if I tried to explain half of the things we did, you would think I was a nut (I won't even try to explain or even mention our nicknames for each other)...but humor me. <br />
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Hillary and I are vastly different. Maybe that's why we got along so well. I am pretty sure we were friends from the first day we lived together. I mean, I think so... I hope she does too! Hillary put up with me when I invited male belly dancers into our apartment. She put up with me for the whole semester that I dated a dirty hippie (Literally, he was dirty. He smelled.). She even went clubbing once! We had so many nights that we stayed up laughing at the most ridiculous things... We had a meeting with our RA because we were just so loud at night. (One of my favorite memories of all time was the night of my bachelorette party when we decided to go ring our old RAs doorbell and run away (I swear, it's the fastest I have ever run in my life. I am told differently, though)... then go streaking. Okay, I was a little (lot) intoxicated. She even took care of the bump I got on my head after face planting into the top of her car while waving at the banana hammock boys. Wait, do I sound crazy enough yet? I promise I'm a responsible person now.) And, oh, wedding planning was so much fun after midnight. I know, I know... None of this is entertaining to anyone but us, but I just was to get the point across that we had a lot of ridiculous fun. Did I mention that she was my maid of honor? Okay, okay, without further a-dew... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">I promise we took the majority of these before we made any friends... Obviously.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBIq8pFarko/Tc2MH7fej9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Kk2HvzMYVx0/s1600/0362.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EBIq8pFarko/Tc2MH7fej9I/AAAAAAAAAOo/Kk2HvzMYVx0/s320/0362.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'll start off with a good picture of is to prove that we can be pretty.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpXgYBpzn6s/Tc2MI-kcyRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ihm3qw9K9Ro/s1600/MyPicture.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JpXgYBpzn6s/Tc2MI-kcyRI/AAAAAAAAAOs/ihm3qw9K9Ro/s320/MyPicture.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">I'm not sure why I am posting this, other than it is just so bad, it makes me laugh every time.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ6HLxR8aP0/Tc2MJDcGh8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bauNmQ0hv2c/s1600/n79800716_30425604_9515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SJ6HLxR8aP0/Tc2MJDcGh8I/AAAAAAAAAOw/bauNmQ0hv2c/s320/n79800716_30425604_9515.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Really, I'm not sure what we would have done without photobooth.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g93SQ9EbV7U/Tc2MJahrFrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A3jIHM_pCl4/s1600/n79800716_30425672_8582.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g93SQ9EbV7U/Tc2MJahrFrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/A3jIHM_pCl4/s320/n79800716_30425672_8582.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASSsaK4bxJA/Tc2MJpkWJLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tbU59OhjZ-E/s1600/n79800716_30425733_5130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ASSsaK4bxJA/Tc2MJpkWJLI/AAAAAAAAAO4/tbU59OhjZ-E/s320/n79800716_30425733_5130.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">This was one of our first nights at OU... And definitely our first photo shoot.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFzKWYcfxXI/Tc2MKAboysI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fOGnwMKIreU/s1600/n79800716_30428920_6904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFzKWYcfxXI/Tc2MKAboysI/AAAAAAAAAO8/fOGnwMKIreU/s320/n79800716_30428920_6904.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gd58t-yza_8/Tc2MKL7hTvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oX6OAsBDAQU/s1600/n79800716_30428931_9511.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gd58t-yza_8/Tc2MKL7hTvI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oX6OAsBDAQU/s320/n79800716_30428931_9511.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hillary was nice enough to never tell me that my haircut looked awful... Even when I thought it would be cool to keep one piece longer than the rest. She is such a kind soul. Also, she never judged me for wearing so many necklaces. I never noticed that till now. True friend.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDgGSjAkdrI/Tc2MKXWrtwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nm232fmexYg/s1600/n79800716_30445727_9559.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rDgGSjAkdrI/Tc2MKXWrtwI/AAAAAAAAAPE/nm232fmexYg/s320/n79800716_30445727_9559.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Fafessional.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcogbbuHk-k/Tc2MKhk7onI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tnEvFaqXVRw/s1600/n79800716_30455525_1055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VcogbbuHk-k/Tc2MKhk7onI/AAAAAAAAAPI/tnEvFaqXVRw/s320/n79800716_30455525_1055.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Really, who hasn't wanted to know what you would look like with freckles or a mole?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD77pLQeGso/Tc2MK1khiGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zAGoF3G9sr8/s1600/n79800716_30486417_3748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HD77pLQeGso/Tc2MK1khiGI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zAGoF3G9sr8/s320/n79800716_30486417_3748.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">RAY!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv5oeQoAtxg/Tc2MLOpqHpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xenyiw3k4WM/s1600/n79800716_30486434_6636.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv5oeQoAtxg/Tc2MLOpqHpI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/xenyiw3k4WM/s320/n79800716_30486434_6636.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">The first (and last) time Hillary and I went dancing at da club, yo.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8IXq1PQ81I/Tc2MLQzt6lI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rGerGVNG0tE/s1600/n79800716_30591624_9985.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U8IXq1PQ81I/Tc2MLQzt6lI/AAAAAAAAAPU/rGerGVNG0tE/s320/n79800716_30591624_9985.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Hey, every photo shoot needs props.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ONE OF THE GREATEST AND MOST FUN FRIENDS OUT THERE!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"><br />
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