<?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-7865507503448642368</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:08:52.007-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C' est la vie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-1455044927893807516</id><published>2009-06-14T08:01:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:26:42.205-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Diago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUDcEXgvxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fX64Qu2bt10/s1600-h/SD+2009+1034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUDcEXgvxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fX64Qu2bt10/s320/SD+2009+1034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347183913315909394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So...I recently took my annual trip to SD. It ended up being a life changing experience. I now know the meaning of true friendship, and found a tequila that I truly enjoy:) Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUEmvDfuqI/AAAAAAAAAco/jp36V1rKaeE/s1600-h/SD+2009+1039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUEmvDfuqI/AAAAAAAAAco/jp36V1rKaeE/s320/SD+2009+1039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347185196085000866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Ashley. She knows me better than I know myself. She's one hell of a mom, wife, cook, and Savior!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUFCquH6PI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sdj71Ma3aaQ/s1600-h/SD+2009+988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUFCquH6PI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sdj71Ma3aaQ/s320/SD+2009+988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347185675957954802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This would be La Jolla. My life would not be the same without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUFZrc6tdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/R1rAEctHmyQ/s1600-h/SD+2009+993.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUFZrc6tdI/AAAAAAAAAc4/R1rAEctHmyQ/s320/SD+2009+993.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347186071291213266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Mikey. I believe he is the first seal I've ever met in the wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUFy3cJusI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6YofqrWLVAI/s1600-h/SD+2009+1003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUFy3cJusI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6YofqrWLVAI/s320/SD+2009+1003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347186504005958338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Greg...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUGDWdNxmI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aLSdXxQfmrg/s1600-h/SD+2009+1017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUGDWdNxmI/AAAAAAAAAdI/aLSdXxQfmrg/s320/SD+2009+1017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347186787209823842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Something... Beautiful views of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUGasFigAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5mJr9ePr4Vc/s1600-h/SD+2009+1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUGasFigAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/5mJr9ePr4Vc/s320/SD+2009+1025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347187188153090050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um, this would be one of the ever so fantastic ghost tour pictures. I should probably learn how to use my camera correctly:) This is the Whaley House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUG8Yu3sJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7sIuCtKFIgs/s1600-h/SD+2009+1027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUG8Yu3sJI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7sIuCtKFIgs/s320/SD+2009+1027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347187767073288338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Flea market frenzy. Because you never know when a baby mannequin may come in handy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUHgncCfyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Z2eIU7Q2wMM/s1600-h/SD+2009+1046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUHgncCfyI/AAAAAAAAAdg/Z2eIU7Q2wMM/s320/SD+2009+1046.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347188389496127266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mt. Cbrillo. Memorial Day weekend. Priceless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-1455044927893807516?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1455044927893807516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=1455044927893807516' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/1455044927893807516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/1455044927893807516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2009/06/santa-diago.html' title='Santa Diago.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SjUDcEXgvxI/AAAAAAAAAcg/fX64Qu2bt10/s72-c/SD+2009+1034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-2928795816916394052</id><published>2009-04-12T07:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T08:03:17.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeH0FU4gNuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RFfU5FNIC6E/s1600-h/strutt+your+mutt+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeH0FU4gNuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RFfU5FNIC6E/s320/strutt+your+mutt+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804606870861538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't blogged in so long, but now I have a great reason to! His name is Jack. He and his family are weighing heavily on my mind. I've decided to post some pics of him that I don't think mom or dad have seen before...to bring a smile to their beautiful faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know that "Nanny Holly and Evan" are always here, for ALL THREE of you!! Love ya tons!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeHtLkWE5bI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_Fqf2scdBoA/s1600-h/CABIN+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeHtLkWE5bI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/_Fqf2scdBoA/s320/CABIN+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323797017519252914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeHtlOkWdaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PB40QIBxwBc/s1600-h/craft+night+2008+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeHtlOkWdaI/AAAAAAAAAaY/PB40QIBxwBc/s320/craft+night+2008+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323797458350142882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeHt3wI-_DI/AAAAAAAAAag/oHGUe7T1wnQ/s1600-h/Easter+egg+rollin+n+jens+bday+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeHz119wItI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/YOvbGeU3yn4/s320/strutt+your+mutt+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323804340873339602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-2928795816916394052?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2928795816916394052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=2928795816916394052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2928795816916394052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2928795816916394052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2009/04/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SeH0FU4gNuI/AAAAAAAAAcY/RFfU5FNIC6E/s72-c/strutt+your+mutt+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-4445466006700124705</id><published>2009-01-05T19:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:12:01.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SWK9vBBfZUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-B94HzqM3Jg/s1600-h/owl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SWK9vBBfZUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-B94HzqM3Jg/s320/owl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287997527912572226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a JOB! Woo-Hoo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-4445466006700124705?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4445466006700124705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=4445466006700124705' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4445466006700124705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4445466006700124705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SWK9vBBfZUI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-B94HzqM3Jg/s72-c/owl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-9053236525766416882</id><published>2008-12-30T19:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:41:03.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're kidding me. No?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SVrprYijlxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oIvT8gLIVJc/s1600-h/pecker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SVrprYijlxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oIvT8gLIVJc/s320/pecker.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285794044203734802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I often find myself purchasing things for Evan that I want. This Christmas I bought him 2 books for myself:) One was full of Science experiments and the other was the Guinness Book of World Records 2009! Yup, I love Guinness (not the beer) as much as Where's Waldo:) This one came with 3D glasses which make for an exciting adventure!! I'm going to share a few of my ever so interesting findings with all 2 of you that actually read this... Hold on to your seats!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mayflies have the shortest lifespan. They spend 2-3 years as nymphs at the bottom of lakes and streams and then live as little as one hour as winged adults. There's one reason we should be thankful:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The rarest bird is the North American ivory-billed woodpecker. In a year long expedition only a single male specimen was discovered. Sad:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The largest species of rat is the slender-tailed cloud rat of Luzon. Yes, the Philippines. This tree-climbing rat measures almost 3 ft. 3 in!! I wonder if they eat them??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- If our tongues were as long as a nectar bat's, we'd be able to lick our toes while standing upright!! I know some people who would enjoy that too much. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Heaviest man ever was estimated to weigh 1,400 pounds. No comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most toes and fingers on a living person is 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The most expensive haircut was performed by Stuart Phillips from London for a mere $16,420.00! Forget that, I'm getting a new car!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The greatest confirmed age to which any human has lived is 122 years 164 days by Jeanne Calment of France.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, enough for now. Stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-9053236525766416882?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/9053236525766416882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=9053236525766416882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/9053236525766416882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/9053236525766416882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/12/youre-kidding-me-no.html' title='You&apos;re kidding me. No?'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SVrprYijlxI/AAAAAAAAAYA/oIvT8gLIVJc/s72-c/pecker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8310090942064644327</id><published>2008-12-22T21:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:11:19.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a random thought...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/hollyrenee3/?action=view&amp;current=synch.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i126.photobucket.com/albums/p83/hollyrenee3/synch.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a little one, I've always wanted to try synchronized swimming. Growing up, my sister and I would make up routines. Such precision and grace. I don't know where I'm going with this one, I just saw a commercial for NYQUIL that featured these fancy gals...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8310090942064644327?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8310090942064644327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8310090942064644327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8310090942064644327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8310090942064644327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-random-thought.html' title='Just a random thought...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8559250509574198993</id><published>2008-12-16T21:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T21:48:56.428-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how they do it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SUiEarvc0AI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fUg2HtajmqU/s1600-h/food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SUiEarvc0AI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fUg2HtajmqU/s320/food.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280616157045116930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been fasting for the past 25 hours, only 15 more to go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8559250509574198993?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8559250509574198993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8559250509574198993' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8559250509574198993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8559250509574198993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-know-how-they-do-it.html' title='I don&apos;t know how they do it...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SUiEarvc0AI/AAAAAAAAAXw/fUg2HtajmqU/s72-c/food.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-9104695124250731772</id><published>2008-12-02T19:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T22:57:21.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh... Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/STX8AvApq9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/6ya31qSDBMw/s1600-h/2117284763_3ddbcf0f6b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/STX8AvApq9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/6ya31qSDBMw/s320/2117284763_3ddbcf0f6b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275399628083801042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a really hard time getting into the Christmas spirit this year. I haven't even started Christmas shopping, and this time last year I was done by black friday. Putting up my tree was more of a hassle than desire, and no light will be put up in the "yard". I just don't get it. I'll snap into it, hopefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-9104695124250731772?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/9104695124250731772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=9104695124250731772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/9104695124250731772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/9104695124250731772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/12/ahhh-christmas.html' title='Ahhh... Christmas.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/STX8AvApq9I/AAAAAAAAAXo/6ya31qSDBMw/s72-c/2117284763_3ddbcf0f6b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-1121670404215404965</id><published>2008-10-26T11:12:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:49:24.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tampa Chronicles...</title><content type='html'>I truly pray to the Lord that no one from my company reads this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSpSmwYKzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Jju5ZAvnb50/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSpSmwYKzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Jju5ZAvnb50/s320/Tampa+2008+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261516401781779250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Tampa for business Thursday morning, along with a few female co-workers. I was responsible for Lisa and I ALMOST missing the plane. I HAD to stop for coffee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached Tampa and it's wonderful 80 degree weather around 4ish... We checked out our awesome digs, then met in the lobby for a Meet and Greet at 6. Turns out, we weren't even supposed to go to that. Oh shit I thought....I can see a crazy time coming on:) I was correct!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We caught the first taxi and asked him to take us someplace "cool", with tattoo parlors and bars. Within minutes we were in Eybor. One of the coolest little spots I've been to in a while. First stop, tattoo parlor. I already knew that I wanted Evan's name on my knuckles so I was set to go. Lisa got a "bat" on her foot. No...not a baseball bat, the other kind. Brandie did some Chinese lettering on her neck, and Summer (it was her first time), received a tribal design of sorts on her upper arm.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I had a crush on the the artist that did mine.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSpkyRw3LI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i4YDAO3x0pM/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSpkyRw3LI/AAAAAAAAAWM/i4YDAO3x0pM/s320/Tampa+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261516714112244914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSp3OU0zbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Vb3ytyEWu0I/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSp3OU0zbI/AAAAAAAAAWU/Vb3ytyEWu0I/s320/Tampa+2008+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261517030878924210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSqO7Ak-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zPCB1jjMKXw/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSqO7Ak-LI/AAAAAAAAAWc/zPCB1jjMKXw/s320/Tampa+2008+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261517438010587314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked out the sex shop next door, then got some grub at this quaint little sandwich shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSq5O12w6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/GlZUgTI1V0s/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSq5O12w6I/AAAAAAAAAWs/GlZUgTI1V0s/s320/Tampa+2008+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261518164888830882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking out a few lame bars we ended up at a hip hop club. Imagine that. That's where it was all goin down I suppose. We paid a 10 dollar cover and had free drinks the remainder of the night. Not too shabby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSqkavGvwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nvADD_EzL88/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSqkavGvwI/AAAAAAAAAWk/nvADD_EzL88/s320/Tampa+2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261517807304490754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandie and I showed some lovin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQStIHzP1sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dM3TI6ZZsDE/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQStIHzP1sI/AAAAAAAAAXM/dM3TI6ZZsDE/s320/Tampa+2008+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261520619720136386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSrcaW9qgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OkbNagthC6Q/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSrcaW9qgI/AAAAAAAAAW0/OkbNagthC6Q/s320/Tampa+2008+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261518769275906562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we showed those Floridians how we roll here in SLC:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miraculously made it back to the hotel in one piece! Crashed on the elevator for a bit, then headed to Lisa's room for one last drink. Wasn't happening I guess. We all woke up with full glasses of wine and beer within reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all made it to our meetings one way or another. But most importantly, Lisa and I were able to find our car at 10 o'clock at night after getting on 3 or 4 wrong shuttles. Thanks to moi again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSteA5YCiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/QNLKyBOLOUA/s1600-h/Tampa+2008+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSteA5YCiI/AAAAAAAAAXU/QNLKyBOLOUA/s320/Tampa+2008+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261520995823913506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-1121670404215404965?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1121670404215404965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=1121670404215404965' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/1121670404215404965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/1121670404215404965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/10/tampa-chronicles.html' title='The Tampa Chronicles...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SQSpSmwYKzI/AAAAAAAAAWE/Jju5ZAvnb50/s72-c/Tampa+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-806558245256534607</id><published>2008-09-22T21:02:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T21:05:02.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNhc0jySjYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vsALLwtqD1A/s1600-h/1401876030_b77298a0a3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNhc0jySjYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vsALLwtqD1A/s320/1401876030_b77298a0a3_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249047423729438082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-806558245256534607?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/806558245256534607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=806558245256534607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/806558245256534607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/806558245256534607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/09/feeling-down.html' title='Feeling down'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNhc0jySjYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vsALLwtqD1A/s72-c/1401876030_b77298a0a3_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-361719501395118974</id><published>2008-09-21T09:13:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T09:35:14.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, and....</title><content type='html'>I forgot to add some shows to the below bloglette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The Reverend Horton Heat, Supersuckers, and Nashville Pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZnxGBf_cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SxH4gc9E27o/s1600-h/app.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZnxGBf_cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SxH4gc9E27o/s320/app.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248496508875046338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The Police with Elvis Costello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZmGJ7oxXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jQ1QOqMnb88/s1600-h/police+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZmGJ7oxXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/jQ1QOqMnb88/s320/police+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494671678195058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Jack Johnson and Rogue Wave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZloOVKfEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IFMk-l0i6DU/s1600-h/Jack+Johnson+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZloOVKfEI/AAAAAAAAAU8/IFMk-l0i6DU/s320/Jack+Johnson+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248494157462928450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking of more shit I did. Like Lagoon, State Fair, Roller Derby, Fishing AF Canyon, Skateboarding (watching it mostly), river rafting, Park City...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-361719501395118974?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/361719501395118974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=361719501395118974' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/361719501395118974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/361719501395118974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-and.html' title='Oh, and....'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNZnxGBf_cI/AAAAAAAAAVM/SxH4gc9E27o/s72-c/app.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8047515162742967553</id><published>2008-09-18T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:59:41.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh. That's how I feel.</title><content type='html'>Wow. I was on a total blogging spree there for a while, but for some reason the past 2 months have left me with some sort of bloggers block. Not that anyone really reads this, but I like to refer to it for my own personal amusement time to time.&lt;br /&gt; This summer has been quite uneventful. But sometimes that's the way I like things. Some memorable summer moments are as follows...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Trip to California which included my first (and last) straight edge show. Meeting some of Jay's amazingly cool friends. Attending a beautiful bonfire and wedding in Hunington Beach. Winning in Vegas. Staying in the shittiest hotel ever (there were cockroaches). Getting to see the World's largest thermometer. And meeting up with Cindee and Sunshine in Santa Monica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Moving into a new place. I adore it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Neko Case with Thanh, Jay, and Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wendover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Art's Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Farmer's Market.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gallery Stroll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lazy days at the Draper pool with Ev.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. House sitting for Lisa and getting to see Lucy Goosey again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Thanksgiving Point with Ev and Shane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Boondock's, Bee's game, and bike ride with Jay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I can think of for now. When I have more time I will post some pics from my ever so exciting summer. Don't hold your breath, it may take me a few months:) Here's one because I feel obligated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNMjhG_cpFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dsjf6XBZi64/s1600-h/california+with+Jay+132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNMjhG_cpFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dsjf6XBZi64/s320/california+with+Jay+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247577042536146002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8047515162742967553?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8047515162742967553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8047515162742967553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8047515162742967553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8047515162742967553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/09/ugh-thats-how-i-feel.html' title='Ugh. That&apos;s how I feel.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNMjhG_cpFI/AAAAAAAAAU0/dsjf6XBZi64/s72-c/california+with+Jay+132.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-6669711828123878111</id><published>2008-07-16T06:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T09:12:19.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night with Ted and Max</title><content type='html'>Last night I was torn between going to see that new Will Farrell movie, or staying home and relaxing with Ev. I chose to stay home, although not much relaxin was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did watch The Bucket List which was fairly good, But at about 10 o'clock someone was knocking on my door. It was my neighbor Joe inviting Ev and I to a bbq Thursday. I agreed...This is where things get a little crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 10:30, the glass door on my curio cabinet just completely falls off. Luckily Joe was there to put it back together. Then, as we were sitting on the porch I see a frog just hangin out by my potted plants out front. Do they even do that? Just hang out with human life. It was almost like he was a spy or something. Anyway, we named him Ted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Joe invited Ev and I to see his snakes. He owns 2 ball pythons. We got to "play" with the male, but I guess the female is a total lose cannon so she stayed in her little sanctuary. It was quite entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bloody mary with his folks, I decided it was time to throw in the towel. So when I get home I notice that my front door was completely open. Ev and I searched everywhere for VooDoo and had no luck. We even drove to our old residence in hopes of finding him there. Nope. I assured Ev that he would come home. Cats just do. We went to bed only to quickly be awakened to purring of the VooDoo sort. He comes prancin down the hall like nothing ever happened. I think he was under a bed somewhere all night to be honest. I would've been too givin a night like that:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3x7yEjX9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/a5-PVM821SQ/s1600-h/ted+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3x7yEjX9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/a5-PVM821SQ/s320/ted+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223597152175087570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3yJGnTpGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ODapmfbi_Sg/s1600-h/ted+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3yJGnTpGI/AAAAAAAAAPc/ODapmfbi_Sg/s320/ted+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223597381027865698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3ydiO3ZII/AAAAAAAAAPk/3EONMVlMk5I/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3ydiO3ZII/AAAAAAAAAPk/3EONMVlMk5I/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223597732038927490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-6669711828123878111?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6669711828123878111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=6669711828123878111' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6669711828123878111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6669711828123878111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/07/night-with-ted-and-max.html' title='A Night with Ted and Max'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SH3x7yEjX9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/a5-PVM821SQ/s72-c/ted+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-7643372959898792881</id><published>2008-07-13T09:01:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:16:06.754-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Derby fun</title><content type='html'>It's been a dream of mine to be a derby girl for some time now. I really just like the aspect of roller skating and getting a little roughty. The outfits look like a good time too:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday a few friends and I decided to check it out. We went to the Olympic oval for the festivities at 7:00, grabbed a quick beer, and sat in the front row (which happens to be the floor). It was absolutely freezing in that place. Duh, there's ice surrounding us, we could have purchased a blanket but they were 40 bucks. No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know much about the game, but with Shane's help and a pamphlet, I got it figured out fairly quickly. It was a good time. Salt Lake Shakers won by a landslides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try outs are in the fall. Which gives me plenty of time to brush up on my roller skating skills and put together a fabulous outfit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHoa_fE5cSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6ZHKtQ3Y1Ng/s1600-h/derby+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHoa_fE5cSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6ZHKtQ3Y1Ng/s320/derby+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516395865633058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHobQY5ILTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cZ67AaJMTnU/s1600-h/derby+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHobQY5ILTI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cZ67AaJMTnU/s320/derby+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516686263430450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHobgy5cH0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wF7TOWMo8jw/s1600-h/derby+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHobgy5cH0I/AAAAAAAAAO8/wF7TOWMo8jw/s320/derby+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222516968121966402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHobw0AYAVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-p6tloIyDXk/s1600-h/derby+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHobw0AYAVI/AAAAAAAAAPE/-p6tloIyDXk/s320/derby+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222517243297399122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHocB-U5YKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XnawLRpLusc/s1600-h/derby+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHocB-U5YKI/AAAAAAAAAPM/XnawLRpLusc/s320/derby+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222517538125602978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-7643372959898792881?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7643372959898792881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=7643372959898792881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7643372959898792881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7643372959898792881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/07/roller-derby-fun.html' title='Roller Derby fun'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHoa_fE5cSI/AAAAAAAAAOs/6ZHKtQ3Y1Ng/s72-c/derby+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-3056327697710574935</id><published>2008-07-09T20:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:26:43.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleptomaniac</title><content type='html'>Long story short. These are the items that I "inadvertently" walked away with at Wal-Mart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHVy3MlZAbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ACR9tUaBvg/s1600-h/Fabulousorbitgumgivesuremouthanicec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHVy3MlZAbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ACR9tUaBvg/s320/Fabulousorbitgumgivesuremouthanicec.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221205635602383282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHVzFaPN3DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kSjZAm6GezE/s1600-h/japanese-osaka-to-me-orange.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHVzFaPN3DI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kSjZAm6GezE/s320/japanese-osaka-to-me-orange.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221205879785643058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-3056327697710574935?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3056327697710574935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=3056327697710574935' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3056327697710574935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3056327697710574935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/07/cleptomaniac.html' title='Cleptomaniac'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SHVy3MlZAbI/AAAAAAAAAOc/2ACR9tUaBvg/s72-c/Fabulousorbitgumgivesuremouthanicec.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-2315347057931143332</id><published>2008-06-29T11:39:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T19:11:12.458-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in da sun</title><content type='html'>This weekend turned out a long and entertaining one. It started with house sitting Thanh's Thursday night. Ev chose to stay at grandma's. Which left me bored and in Sugarhouse. A friend of mine stopped by to say hi, then I thought I would go see a show with my friend Jay. Bad idea for a work night. We caught the tail end of the Slippery Kittens at Bar Deluxe, then stayed for The Hillbilly Hellcats. I could be totally wrong with the name...but I was super tired! And a few sheets to the wind. When will I ever learn? Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I did muster up enough energy to straggle into work an hour late wearing a pair of Thanh's too big tennis shoes. I completed my tasks at hand and left around noon. I headed straight to get Ev and go to the pool. We had a fantastic time. Came home, pack  ed, and made our way to Thanh's. Took the dogs for a nice walk and pretty much called it a night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we awoke bright and early for The Farmer's Market and Art Festival. Picked up Jen and Teagan at 9:30 or so and we were on our way. The Market was ok. I think the heat took it's toll on us fast! I don't think we bought anything but food and water. The kids did make out with a balloon animal and got to pet a snake:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After The Market we decided we needed a quick break so we headed back to Jen's. We curled up on her "chair" and crashed. No worries, the tv was babysitting:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twenty minutes later we were off to The Art's Festival. Holy Hotness! Thank God for beer! We were in and out of that place with lightning speed. The only vendor/booth I truly enjoyed was a folk artist fellow by the name of Dave Borba. Amazing work. I wish I were rich. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was completely drained! We dropped off Jen and Teags and went back to Thanh's. Got cleaned up, took the dogs for a walk, then walked over to the bookstore and had some ice cream from Maggie Moo's. Once we got back we literally cuddled up on the couch and crashed within 2 minutes of watching A Night At The Museum. Snore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we cleaned up and went to the Draper pool again. We ran into Ev's best friend and his dad whom all dared me to go off the high dive. I did. It was the first time in like 15 years. I must have looked like such the village idiot. Oh well, it was fun. Came home and now I'm off to pick up Thanh from the airport. My what a weekend she missed:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgu0WIUJDI/AAAAAAAAANE/_dBO46sKqB0/s1600-h/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgu0WIUJDI/AAAAAAAAANE/_dBO46sKqB0/s200/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471645137249330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgvI_qkSEI/AAAAAAAAANM/S_cf1dkws-4/s1600-h/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgvI_qkSEI/AAAAAAAAANM/S_cf1dkws-4/s200/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217471999884150850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgvfMUf_DI/AAAAAAAAANU/mD035o4Xf8k/s1600-h/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgyEelkPcI/AAAAAAAAAOM/uxYLwK6x6iE/s320/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217475220820213186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgydgJeVRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7gTo4pN0UkM/s1600-h/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgydgJeVRI/AAAAAAAAAOU/7gTo4pN0UkM/s320/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+039.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217475650735985938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-2315347057931143332?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2315347057931143332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=2315347057931143332' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2315347057931143332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2315347057931143332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/fun-in-da-sun.html' title='Fun in da sun'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGgu0WIUJDI/AAAAAAAAANE/_dBO46sKqB0/s72-c/lonngg+weekend!+6-08+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-6109066070378924128</id><published>2008-06-23T21:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:47:56.268-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PTA mom.</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of Evan's school year, I decided to sign up for PTA. I was feeling like quite the good parent that day. I even signed up to teach an art class!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had heard not a word for months, until a few weeks ago when Ev brought home a shredded piece of paper giving me the times that I needed to be there to help with this art class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I marked it on my calendar and showed up with bells on:) My duty was to help his class make paper mache puppets that they would later use to perform their plays. I had a great time drawing and painting faces on their characters. They did an awesome job!! I took pics of some of my favorites. Ev was Babe The Blue Ox:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtEKNyYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/O1zrl-i_Lyw/s1600-h/puppet+show+2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtEKNyYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/O1zrl-i_Lyw/s200/puppet+show+2008+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215288286724120722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtVC1EKOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BMbWnZzjNPQ/s1600-h/puppet+show+2008+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtVC1EKOI/AAAAAAAAAMs/BMbWnZzjNPQ/s200/puppet+show+2008+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215288576799156450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtryijjeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KJMluX2RdN8/s1600-h/puppet+show+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtryijjeI/AAAAAAAAAM0/KJMluX2RdN8/s200/puppet+show+2008+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215288967563546082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBuBwcaA7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wCV_USFH5n4/s1600-h/puppet+show+2008+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBuBwcaA7I/AAAAAAAAAM8/wCV_USFH5n4/s200/puppet+show+2008+036.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215289344958006194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-6109066070378924128?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6109066070378924128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=6109066070378924128' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6109066070378924128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6109066070378924128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/pta-mom.html' title='PTA mom.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SGBtEKNyYJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/O1zrl-i_Lyw/s72-c/puppet+show+2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-135149640628015099</id><published>2008-06-17T20:57:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T21:24:56.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In training.</title><content type='html'>So I deemed today mental health/pool day for Ev and I. Some people may think of me as a bad parent for not only allowing my son to miss school, but coming up with the idea and actually condoning it. I DID think it over before bringing it up to Evan. And...it ended up being a wonderful bonding time for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from our, for the most part wonderful day, there were a few upsets at the pool. Most people might go un-fazed, but not I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evan jumped into the pool, and within 2 minutes (no joke) the lifeguards start blowing their whistles and shouting "Get OUT of the pool!" Then they leave us hanging for a good ten minutes. I thought it was a routine check, but I was mistaken. Someone finally got on the loudspeaker to announce the reason for everyones abrupt exit. Turns out, someone pooped in the pool. Yup. Now I know this happens, but the Draper pool requires all kids have swimming diapers AND a plastic cover over it! How in the hell did shit escape? They then proceed to inform us that this was not an infant or toddler! Sick! We were also reminded to make sure to remind our children to use the restroom every half an hour or so. Seriously? If your non-diaper wearing kid has accidents in the pool, and needs to be "reminded" to use the restroom...then there's probably a little something else going on upstairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other problem involved some obnoxious teenage girls who chose to camp out right next to Ev and I. All I will say is that I had a good "come to Jesus" talk with them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh-pPz8DCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YH7v8jThQBg/s1600-h/draper+pool+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh-pPz8DCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YH7v8jThQBg/s200/draper+pool+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213055815765462050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh--IvkuXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3BCaEruSy_4/s1600-h/draper+pool+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh--IvkuXI/AAAAAAAAAMU/3BCaEruSy_4/s200/draper+pool+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213056174645361010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh_UBZHkDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ctiiW9MTSZ4/s1600-h/draper+pool+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh_UBZHkDI/AAAAAAAAAMc/ctiiW9MTSZ4/s200/draper+pool+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213056550629249074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-135149640628015099?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/135149640628015099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=135149640628015099' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/135149640628015099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/135149640628015099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-training.html' title='In training.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFh-pPz8DCI/AAAAAAAAAMM/YH7v8jThQBg/s72-c/draper+pool+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-98212599247735844</id><published>2008-06-15T20:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:03:14.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chalk</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was quite eventful for me. I woke up at 4:30am, got dressed, woke up Ev, then headed downtown to babysit Teagan. Her awesome mommy was going to do a 25 mile bike ride for diabetes. About 5 minutes after Jen and her friend walked out the door, little Teagan woke up. So basically my day started at 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did all I could to occupy Teags and Ev while trying to get myself ready for the day. Take a shower; put in a movie, brush my hair; find food, get dressed; play dolls. It was very interesting doing girly princess things. As much as I enjoyed making Teagan happy, I'm happy I had a boy. I was always quite the tomboy growing up so I didn't even know how to "play dolls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My initial plan was to go to Farmer's Market. That plan failed, so we ended up at The Gateway for a chalk art contest. We had a great time, some of the artists were amazing. They had a plethora of booths giving out free shit. Teagan got her hair spray painted with green stripes and a big pink glitter star painted on her cheek. Evan opted out (that's my boy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back to the car Jen had called letting me know she was home. Perfect timing. I think both were ready for a hefty nap:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I snapped a few pics. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXVKR9arKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/96xDD8903i0/s1600-h/chalk+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXVKR9arKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/96xDD8903i0/s200/chalk+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212306516347628706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXV2eYynQI/AAAAAAAAALc/bFtpBDdffGA/s1600-h/chalk+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXV2eYynQI/AAAAAAAAALc/bFtpBDdffGA/s200/chalk+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212307275597913346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXWJhEtHWI/AAAAAAAAALk/-fZUYtoMWaw/s1600-h/chalk+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXWJhEtHWI/AAAAAAAAALk/-fZUYtoMWaw/s200/chalk+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212307602736487778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXWfV2AnKI/AAAAAAAAALs/xXHnfc92YQA/s1600-h/chalk+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXWfV2AnKI/AAAAAAAAALs/xXHnfc92YQA/s200/chalk+014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212307977679183010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXXbVCBO_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oTzPBXMUkHk/s1600-h/chalk+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXXbVCBO_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/oTzPBXMUkHk/s200/chalk+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212309008253271026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXXvlJbQbI/AAAAAAAAAME/FPLIsyz_5oc/s1600-h/chalk+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXXvlJbQbI/AAAAAAAAAME/FPLIsyz_5oc/s200/chalk+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212309356176687538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-98212599247735844?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/98212599247735844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=98212599247735844' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/98212599247735844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/98212599247735844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/chalk.html' title='Chalk'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SFXVKR9arKI/AAAAAAAAALQ/96xDD8903i0/s72-c/chalk+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-7512975544331253428</id><published>2008-06-09T20:11:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:16:13.738-06:00</updated><title type='text'>disturbed.</title><content type='html'>I was recently reminded of the "freaky tap dancer" video. I have shared it with some people, but want the world to see it:) Jk. I'm also throwing in another gruesome fav.&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZL6smrarf9Y&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZL6smrarf9Y&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QV70Qrct7E&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0QV70Qrct7E&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-7512975544331253428?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7512975544331253428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=7512975544331253428' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7512975544331253428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7512975544331253428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/disturbed.html' title='disturbed.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8969581560365951721</id><published>2008-06-08T18:53:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T21:42:21.168-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My BABIES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEx_gez2xxI/AAAAAAAAALI/I1zpsAjKsi4/s1600-h/BlackCatWig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEx_gez2xxI/AAAAAAAAALI/I1zpsAjKsi4/s200/BlackCatWig.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209679064963925778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, I went and looked for a townhome/condo/apt today. I knew of 2 neighborhoods that would suit what I was searching for.  It' s all about the location. Not that of which I would prefer to reside, but rather what area would save me more on gas money! I have put 110 dollars into gas money over the past 7 days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I drove around the first community and did not find a single place for rent. About 20 places for sale, but I'm not in the position to buy right now. The second area produced 1 single place for rent. I called while parked in front and set up a time to check out the place...You see, I felt like if I didn't call asap, I would lose all opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met up with the owner at 4. The exterior revealed nothing of the treasure inside. The place was gorgeous! It's a 2 bedroom 3.5  bath, with a fully finished basement. Coming in at over 1700  square feet. Pergo flooring, immaculate carpeting and paint job, not to mention a little fenced in yard with a Tuff Shed out back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sold! My son was ecstatic as well. He would even have friends in the hood. I told the guy that I wanted to fill out an application and move in soon! He seemed to be happy to find a renter as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my last questions should have been my first. "What is your pet policy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None, no pets at all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sunk. I wanted to cry. Seriously. I wasn't too concerned about getting rid of Poppy, our 2-3 year old guinea pig. I was concerned about our kitties!!! I can't get rid of them...or can I? What would I be willing to sacrifice for the perfect location and price? I don't know. I'm in crisis mode right now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8969581560365951721?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8969581560365951721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8969581560365951721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8969581560365951721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8969581560365951721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-babies.html' title='My BABIES!'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEx_gez2xxI/AAAAAAAAALI/I1zpsAjKsi4/s72-c/BlackCatWig.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-3269861323833416377</id><published>2008-06-06T20:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:30:38.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And I just can't hide it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEoA1ufcTRI/AAAAAAAAALA/dc16zM3zKrU/s1600-h/kid+list.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEoA1ufcTRI/AAAAAAAAALA/dc16zM3zKrU/s200/kid+list.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208976842020375826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I purchased a "diary" a few weeks ago called Listography. You basically fill out pre-made lists, thus the name. I had that puppy filled out in days. Seriously, it was like some weird addiction for me. I have even revised, doodled on, and redone my lists. More than once...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed that there was a website by the same name, and I got a little rush to be quite honest. I don't understand it. I'm addicted to list making. Funny thing is...I rarely abide by my, "boring" to do list or grocery lists etc... But recalling favorite childhood toys and past loves is extremely fulfilling for me. I almost feel a little ashamed. Like I have some weird disorder or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone shares this unusual hobby as well, I suggest you check out the site on my blog. To the right hand side. I must warn you though, I have not had the time to do much on it, so there is only one list thus far. But I can guarantee that I will let my lack of self control take over on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now...I have some very important lists to tend to:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-3269861323833416377?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3269861323833416377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=3269861323833416377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3269861323833416377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3269861323833416377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='And I just can&apos;t hide it!'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEoA1ufcTRI/AAAAAAAAALA/dc16zM3zKrU/s72-c/kid+list.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8278823831959347580</id><published>2008-06-04T21:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T22:00:07.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEdkI2ChEPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cS36m5WZmL8/s1600-h/scary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEdkI2ChEPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cS36m5WZmL8/s200/scary.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208241597185069298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;goodnight you know who...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8278823831959347580?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8278823831959347580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8278823831959347580' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8278823831959347580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8278823831959347580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-you.html' title='to you.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEdkI2ChEPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/cS36m5WZmL8/s72-c/scary.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-7219486211067664777</id><published>2008-06-03T21:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:22:19.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yucky Things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEYYImChEOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BBHSe-QEX0c/s1600-h/1320754477_10818e7f49_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEYYImChEOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BBHSe-QEX0c/s200/1320754477_10818e7f49_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876555029680354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a book of my sons that drew me in right away. It's The Encyclopedia of Everything Nasty. Yup. I'm a sucker for all things filthy (maybe that's why I date who I do). Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself...I'm going to share with you some of these findings. Some are quite disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leeches.&lt;br /&gt; 1- There are monster leeches that reach up to 3 FEET LONG. No joke.&lt;br /&gt; 2- If several leeches attach themselves all at once, they can suck out so much blood that your body can no longer function.&lt;br /&gt; 3- In a single hearty meal, certain leeches can eat enough to last them 9 months. Ladies, imagine not eating the whole entire time you were preggo!&lt;br /&gt; 4- They are neither male nor female. Eeeewwww.&lt;br /&gt; 5- Some leeches have mouths with 3 jaws! AND, they have 4-10 sets of eyes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worms. My closest friends know that they are one of my biggest fears!&lt;br /&gt; 1- There are over 20,000 types of worms and some can be up to 40 FEET LONG!&lt;br /&gt; 2- Their bodies are segmented (attached pieces). That's just wrong.&lt;br /&gt; 3- You can freeze an earthworm solid and it will not die as long as you thaw it slowly. OMG! Someone try this. I dare you!&lt;br /&gt; 4- A female roundworm can lay up to 200,000 eggs in a single day! They can sometimes be found on unwashed vegetables. If ingested they will hatch inside of your body! Naxzty!&lt;br /&gt; 5- Hookworms can enter your body through the tiniest of cuts on your feet! From there they will travel to your intestines :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. I'm done. I couldn't handle anymore. On a completely different note. I did some research on PETA. Ethical treatment of animals is something I will write about some other time. I'm just completely appalled by some of the shit I read!! Good night guys:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-7219486211067664777?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7219486211067664777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=7219486211067664777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7219486211067664777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7219486211067664777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/yucky-things.html' title='Yucky Things.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SEYYImChEOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/BBHSe-QEX0c/s72-c/1320754477_10818e7f49_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8884075644007750514</id><published>2008-06-02T20:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:28:15.842-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Strut your mutt...NOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SESqLGChENI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7xqiokvlyeQ/s1600-h/struttyourmutt078-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SESqLGChENI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7xqiokvlyeQ/s200/struttyourmutt078-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207474176723587282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was planning on posting something about strut your mutt, but was sidetracked while uploading pictures. Not to mention that I'm not too savvy when it comes to that part of my blog. I will post something on it after I receive my brief tutorial ala Lisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the matter at hand... Ev and I went to the park yesterday, conveniently located right across the street, what a good babysittter! We played a little bit of frisbee. About 5 minutes worth to be exact. Ev told me that I sucked at throwing a frisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On our journey home we decided to stop and grab a drink out of the fountain. As I bent over and pressed the button, I was not so pleasantly surprised by this MONSTER!! After my initial freakout I decided to snap a picture. This is it folks. It could probably eat me, and your little dog too:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to do some research on this nasty little critter. He had very distinct green fangs. At least I think they were his fangs. Could have been his ass for all I know. The picture does not do much justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Didn't realize I could write this much about such a small, truly unimportant event in my life. Guess that means I have a lot of time on my hands, or I'm just way too easily amused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the whole spider incident, Ev said to me, " Mom, you really didn't have to get that close to the spider. You ever heard of using the zoom thing on your camera?" Kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8884075644007750514?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8884075644007750514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8884075644007750514' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8884075644007750514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8884075644007750514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/06/strut-your-muttnot.html' title='Strut your mutt...NOT'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SESqLGChENI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7xqiokvlyeQ/s72-c/struttyourmutt078-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-3422050690941758708</id><published>2008-05-29T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T23:04:11.862-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SD-Fwncz-2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZL3eShIuW6w/s1600-h/206516726_bfe05247ce_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SD-Fwncz-2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZL3eShIuW6w/s200/206516726_bfe05247ce_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206026764533627746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This week has turned out a crazy one! A lot of stresses, a lot of chaos, a lot of self-realization, and a lot of old friends popping up. Not a ton, but enough to mention. I am happy about renewing these friendships that I had started to let fade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that I will share with you now is Shane. We have played a little phone tag, and have sent random texts for the past year or so, with no "real" contact. But something has reunited us this past week. Mostly my stubborn ass giving in. You see, Shane likes to tell me how it is, and I prefer to ignore things that I don't want to hear... Therefore such the long pause in our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shane is an amazing guy ( he will tell you that himself). Jk. No, really though he is. It is in our friendship that we can accept our ( to me) pretty drastic difference in lifestyles and opinions, but not let that impede on the things that we both enjoy. For instance; he hates my cats and I hate his worms, but that won't stop us from enjoying each others love of fine music. It just works. And I'm happy we have started communicating again and can't wait for the many good times we shall once again share. So, thanks Shane. For the mean email that sparked this whole thing:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-3422050690941758708?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3422050690941758708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=3422050690941758708' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3422050690941758708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3422050690941758708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SD-Fwncz-2I/AAAAAAAAAJI/ZL3eShIuW6w/s72-c/206516726_bfe05247ce_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-5590653187990089156</id><published>2008-05-26T19:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T20:54:44.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesquite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDtrUHcz-1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3GWkyL3uFrA/s1600-h/th_mesquite052-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDtrUHcz-1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3GWkyL3uFrA/s200/th_mesquite052-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204871787698191186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jill called me at work friday and insisted that we get away for Memorial Day weekend. Of course I did not hesitate, I don't get out that often. Sounded like a good opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up going with Jill's daughter, her husband, their son and his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; When we got there around  2 or 3,  it was raining, so Ev and I took a tour of the Virgin River Casino facilities. I actually kind of started to feel sick to my stomach. The place was pretty raunchy. We played a little ski ball in the arcade. The whole time I was preoccupied with thoughts of spraying the place down with Lysol! Then we watched a movie in the hotel room, which was followed by a lovely dinner in the hotel restaurant. You can never go wrong with french toast. A few of our fellow diners got sick that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a little better. We sat by the pool at another casino (Casa Blanca) for most of the day. Oh how I wished we were staying there instead! I did get a chance to do a little gambling while Ev was by the pool with g and g. No winning for me. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was time to go home! We had a wonderful breakfast at Mc Donald's, then hit the road. Ev was going stir crazy in the car, and Doug almost fell asleep at the wheel. Oh yeah, and Jill thought she needed to out sing whatever was playing on the stereo. We did however arrive safely at about 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole point of this blog is more for my own personal journaling sake. I can look back at it and tell myself just how lucky I am NOT having to live in Mesquite!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-5590653187990089156?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5590653187990089156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=5590653187990089156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/5590653187990089156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/5590653187990089156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/mesquite.html' title='Mesquite'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDtrUHcz-1I/AAAAAAAAAJA/3GWkyL3uFrA/s72-c/th_mesquite052-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8729936317258839981</id><published>2008-05-23T22:52:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T22:55:26.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Look who I found...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDefc3cz-0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QFUTct-Nbew/s1600-h/valcor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDefc3cz-0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QFUTct-Nbew/s200/valcor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203803212719848258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Refer to my blog below:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDefSncz-zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aBjEkbViH6U/s1600-h/Pegacorn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDefSncz-zI/AAAAAAAAAIw/aBjEkbViH6U/s200/Pegacorn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203803036626189106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8729936317258839981?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8729936317258839981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8729936317258839981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8729936317258839981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8729936317258839981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/look-who-i-found.html' title='Look who I found...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDefc3cz-0I/AAAAAAAAAI4/QFUTct-Nbew/s72-c/valcor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-2929185509107698434</id><published>2008-05-23T19:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T20:17:08.393-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunny?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDd1vncz-yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PM3ChefIFMs/s1600-h/sleepy+bunny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDd1vncz-yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PM3ChefIFMs/s200/sleepy+bunny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203757355354028834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Evan asked me what kind of animal I would want if I could have any animal in the whole world. I couldn't give him a  quick enough response. I am still thinking about it, and this was yesterday!  Here is a list I've compiled of animals I would like to own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Panda bear. Mostly for their looks. And they sure can climb them damn trees with a quickness. Could escape to easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Pegacorn. I know... it doesn't exist, BUT IF IT DID, I would definately need one. As a kid I adored unicorns, and the pegacorn has the same beauty and grace as a unicorn but it has wings people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- The Luck Dragon from The Never Ending Story!!! I believe his name was Valcor. Think about it. He was like a lucky, big, fluffy, fuzzy dragon with ginormous ears. C'mon now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- Highlander cow- Good for looks and milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Hedgehog- I saw one at the vet a few weeks ago and fell in love. I don't beleive that they can do as much as Sonic, so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- Dogs- I want one of each of the following...&lt;br /&gt;     Wire haired fox terrier&lt;br /&gt;     Otterhound&lt;br /&gt;     Sheepdog&lt;br /&gt;     Pulli ( the one with dreadlocks)&lt;br /&gt;     Golden retreiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to give up now. Don't feel like thinking:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-2929185509107698434?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2929185509107698434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=2929185509107698434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2929185509107698434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2929185509107698434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/bunny.html' title='Bunny?'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDd1vncz-yI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PM3ChefIFMs/s72-c/sleepy+bunny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-7067592654285390827</id><published>2008-05-20T22:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:00:47.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For the crappy weather...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDOnGnYuJYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ox2h5dOLkw/s1600-h/fav+dahlia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDOnGnYuJYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ox2h5dOLkw/s200/fav+dahlia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202685726636778882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Please enjoy this fine photo stolen from photobucket. I beleive it is a dahlia. It made my day that much brighter so, hopefully it will have the same effect on YOU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-7067592654285390827?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7067592654285390827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=7067592654285390827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7067592654285390827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7067592654285390827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/fo-crappy-weater.html' title='For the crappy weather...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDOnGnYuJYI/AAAAAAAAAIY/1ox2h5dOLkw/s72-c/fav+dahlia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-4424725012045079016</id><published>2008-05-20T22:29:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T22:36:37.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FDR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDOlRHYuJXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zGVcPitWLmo/s1600-h/captcha.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDOlRHYuJXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zGVcPitWLmo/s200/captcha.aspx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202683708002149746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who made up this silly lil captcha? I tried to make it into a sentence and this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fraknklin D. Roosevelt had filthy sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-4424725012045079016?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4424725012045079016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=4424725012045079016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4424725012045079016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4424725012045079016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/fdr.html' title='FDR'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDOlRHYuJXI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zGVcPitWLmo/s72-c/captcha.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-613110388777425809</id><published>2008-05-19T21:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T21:27:26.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin fever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDJCJnYuJRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B6gjm0VMtqw/s1600-h/CABIN+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDJCJnYuJRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B6gjm0VMtqw/s320/CABIN+005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202293252525270290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy I invited myself and my son up to Lisa's cabin last Friday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful time! I drove up with Thanh, Cindee, Ev and let's not forget Preschy and Bear! Quite a cramped ride but worth saving the gas. Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful dinner that consisted of tri-tip, potatoes, wine, and even angel food cake for dessert! After dinner we played Apples to Apples and Yes I did win:) Then we watched a movie. I don't remember the name, I only remember that Jessica Alba is not the best actress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later in the evening Jen, Teagan, and Natalie blessed us with their company. Katie and Kevin came up as well. Unfortunately they were unable to sleep over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following morning was absolutely beautiful. Jarsh made eggs and bacon for breakfast which were quite yummy. Then we all hung out on the porch and basked in the sun for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will quit ramblin on. Just want to say Thanks Lis and Josh for a great time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-613110388777425809?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/613110388777425809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=613110388777425809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/613110388777425809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/613110388777425809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin fever'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDJCJnYuJRI/AAAAAAAAAHg/B6gjm0VMtqw/s72-c/CABIN+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-3151467006774541057</id><published>2008-05-19T19:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T19:49:58.975-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life of an ambulance chaser.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDIrjnYuJQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FJKKRMGF9s4/s1600-h/lifeflight+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDIrjnYuJQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FJKKRMGF9s4/s320/lifeflight+026.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202268410434430210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDImzHYuJOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pskw7GYbgJQ/s1600-h/lifeflight+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDImzHYuJOI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pskw7GYbgJQ/s320/lifeflight+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202263179164263650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sitting in the waiting room at Carmax (another good story, and don't EVER buy there) and see on the news that a hang glider had crashed into the side of south mountain. I first got a little sad, then a little excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I picked up my son and we decided to do some investigating. I drove down towards the scene of the accident, and was stopped by 10 million people roaming the streets, fire trucks, and Lifeflight parked dead ahead. We found a vacant house and parked in it's driveway. We moseyed on down to see the helicopter. I was more fascinated than Evan. So I took a pic of him in front of it:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then passed a few news stations set up and ready to film. Evan and his BFF had a "crush" on the cute little news reporter, so I asked if I could take a picture of them. She was very sweet and for some reason the cameraman thought I wanted him in it too. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot about the whole purpose of this excursion. The poor older man that could have died! Well, while walking back to my car parked in my pseudo driveway, he was just being hoisted into the ambulance. I overheard that he was doing ok but had a broken shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo... What a good way to end an already exciting (jk) day! Oh wait, watch the news today. You might see me and me son prancing around like morons somewhere in the background:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-3151467006774541057?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/3151467006774541057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=3151467006774541057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3151467006774541057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/3151467006774541057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/day-in-life-of-ambulance-chaser.html' title='A day in the life of an ambulance chaser.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SDIrjnYuJQI/AAAAAAAAAHY/FJKKRMGF9s4/s72-c/lifeflight+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-4230885880755131877</id><published>2008-05-16T02:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T02:16:16.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep monger.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SC1CQHYuJNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k6efl2SUZww/s1600-h/sleepy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SC1CQHYuJNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k6efl2SUZww/s320/sleepy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200885989310866642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'ts 2 am and I CAN"T sleep! Maybe it's because I'm so excited for the cabin, or maybe i was having a bad dream, or it could be that my cat was nearly suffocating me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-4230885880755131877?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4230885880755131877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=4230885880755131877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4230885880755131877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4230885880755131877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/sleep-monger.html' title='Sleep monger.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SC1CQHYuJNI/AAAAAAAAAHA/k6efl2SUZww/s72-c/sleepy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-7712786704853591420</id><published>2008-05-12T19:17:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T18:51:05.433-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo phun :p</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SCjstHYuJGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bTvQH9wBjNQ/s1600-h/th_libertypark042-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SCjstHYuJGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bTvQH9wBjNQ/s320/th_libertypark042-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199666029620241506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I'm completely addicted to photobucket's photo editing! Almost every day I download a new picture and play with it for hours. Well, more like minutes but that's besides the point. I'm in the wrong business! Here's one I just messed with of Ev on the swings at Liberty Park last week. Cool, I know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-7712786704853591420?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7712786704853591420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=7712786704853591420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7712786704853591420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7712786704853591420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/photo-phun-p.html' title='Photo phun :p'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SCjstHYuJGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bTvQH9wBjNQ/s72-c/th_libertypark042-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-5386670601434594916</id><published>2008-05-09T20:43:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T20:56:08.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the influence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SCUMfjBwT5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/2RzGnfgs2m8/s1600-h/girl+w+ranun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SCUMfjBwT5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/2RzGnfgs2m8/s320/girl+w+ranun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198575080987185042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, for the last two days I have been non stop sleepy. I'm not talking about just plain old tired, I'm talkin narcolepticish shit!!! It's been scary! Driving to Bountiful yesterday morning felt like driving home from a long night of drinking! I seriously had to go to an old friends house on my way to work to try and take a 15 min power nap to see if that would work. No such luck. So my day carried on with me in my groggy 1/2 awake state until I got home at 8 and crashed hardcore!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning same thing. I left work early so that I could go home and sleep, and that's precisely what I did. I woke up about 30 minutes ago, ate, showered, and now am writing this blog. And guess what I'm doing when I'm done? I should go see a psychiatrist but I'd rather not drive anymore today. Friday night, I wouldn't be the only crazy on the road. So I shall sleep instead and figure out what's wrong with me tomorrow. Yawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-5386670601434594916?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/5386670601434594916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=5386670601434594916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/5386670601434594916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/5386670601434594916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-influence.html' title='Under the influence...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SCUMfjBwT5I/AAAAAAAAAF8/2RzGnfgs2m8/s72-c/girl+w+ranun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-6851109227012959758</id><published>2008-05-03T21:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:24:20.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>La Jolla</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SB0rmjhnb8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6b8rp9JZEc4/s1600-h/my+back.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SB0rmjhnb8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6b8rp9JZEc4/s320/my+back.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196357486426681282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eventually... this is where Ev and I will end up. La Jolla, the greatest place on this continent. When we went there last month I even bought a sticker for my car that says La Jolla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-6851109227012959758?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6851109227012959758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=6851109227012959758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6851109227012959758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6851109227012959758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/la-jolla.html' title='La Jolla'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SB0rmjhnb8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/6b8rp9JZEc4/s72-c/my+back.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8795330151754346268</id><published>2008-05-02T21:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T21:54:41.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer, summer, summertime.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SBvfEThnb7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/94O4SKDWTv8/s1600-h/pretty+purp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SBvfEThnb7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/94O4SKDWTv8/s320/pretty+purp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195991860155740082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait for this summer!!!! The pool, camping, rock climbing, taking Ev to the skate park, playing at the park, boating, the farmers market, gallery stroll, kite flying, the beautiful sunsets, para-sailing, flowers in bloom, taking Thanh's dogs to the park, bike rides, summer dresses, sun bathing, swinging on the swings, playing tennis, go-carts, miniature golf,  etc... Aren't you excited too!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8795330151754346268?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8795330151754346268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8795330151754346268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8795330151754346268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8795330151754346268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/05/summer-summer-summertime.html' title='Summer, summer, summertime.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SBvfEThnb7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/94O4SKDWTv8/s72-c/pretty+purp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-7120843950632857705</id><published>2008-04-23T17:42:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:40:25.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing with fire.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SA_Jfjhnb6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cu4vAplKlcY/s1600-h/cool+grain+ev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SA_Jfjhnb6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cu4vAplKlcY/s320/cool+grain+ev.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192590439330836386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The title really has nothing to do with what I'm going to write about. Although I do enjoy playing with fire, as does my boy:) Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really bummed about the big move this weekend! Once you have lived on your own, and in your own home, it's very hard to go back to sharing a household again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be perks though... No power bill, cable bill, or gas bill. Many of my meals will be prepared for me. I will have a beautiful view and a park right across the street! Best of all, I will be saving a tremendous amount of cash. Now if only I can learn to control where the "extra" cash goes:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-7120843950632857705?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/7120843950632857705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=7120843950632857705' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7120843950632857705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/7120843950632857705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-with-fire.html' title='Playing with fire.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SA_Jfjhnb6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/cu4vAplKlcY/s72-c/cool+grain+ev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-4499948188236481141</id><published>2008-04-20T19:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T19:29:34.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Lucy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAvsVEuQTUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ju1d9BdW_H0/s1600-h/LucyLou003-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAvsVEuQTUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ju1d9BdW_H0/s320/LucyLou003-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191502842263784770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So Saturday was Lucy's turn to visit the vet. She was soooo cool, calm, and collected.... until the mean vet tech came in to get her temperature. She was one of those girls that tried to pass off her mad vet skills until I busted her ass! Jk.  I didn't care for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the actual vet on the other hand is a prince in disguise with his long white coat and pocket protector:) He did his thing and passed her off with 100% clean bill of health! Yay. My cat's are mutant health mongers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the waiting room though, I came across a couple with a freakin hedgehog!!!! I want!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-4499948188236481141?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4499948188236481141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=4499948188236481141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4499948188236481141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4499948188236481141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-lucy.html' title='I love Lucy'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAvsVEuQTUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ju1d9BdW_H0/s72-c/LucyLou003-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-2565253354127776010</id><published>2008-04-15T20:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:12:56.564-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAVspHcGNeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sXEr6ickFXI/s1600-h/coldday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAVspHcGNeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sXEr6ickFXI/s320/coldday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189673599241696738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just when I was ready to whip out spring clothing, we have a day like today! I'm tired already! My boots want to retire and my skirts and dresses are a little upset for being locked up for soo long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 2 days ago I spent 3-4 beautiful hours at the park swinging on the swings and playing tennis with my boy. Why must mother nature play this tom foolery with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just part of livin in Utah I suppose. Blah, blah, blah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-2565253354127776010?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2565253354127776010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=2565253354127776010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2565253354127776010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2565253354127776010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/come-on.html' title='Come on...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAVspHcGNeI/AAAAAAAAAFM/sXEr6ickFXI/s72-c/coldday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-2172918973898362801</id><published>2008-04-12T18:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:18:18.543-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Antique me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAFZfncGNcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5EW8aBqpLz0/s1600-h/evs+bowling+party+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAFZfncGNcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5EW8aBqpLz0/s320/evs+bowling+party+017.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188526645405169090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday was Evan's 11th Birthday! Where in the hell did time go?! It seems like just yesterday I was lugging him around in his car seat and making sure he didn't ingest anything inedible! I sure miss the days of rocking him to sleep at night and his inability to talk back to me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he decided to have his birthday extravaganza at Fat Cat's for a little bowling, pizza, and games. For the last few years he's had his party at Boondock's, so I was a little excited for the change. Things went well I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping track of 6 boys is always a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; After Fat Cat's we went back to his grandma's for cake and presents. His requests this year were all fulfilled as usual. Nintendo DS ( his 3rd one), a cd player, and an iPod Nano. Not to mention 100 dollars from friends and a few gift cards. Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While downloading pics of his birthday, I started reminiscing about my childhood birthday parties. They were nothing compared to Evan's. Usually they were held at my house, where we played silly games and my parents always embarrassed me. Although one year I did have my party at the ice rink and it was the talk of the town. Jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Evan remembers these days as vividly as I remember my childhood. I hope he smiles...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-2172918973898362801?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/2172918973898362801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=2172918973898362801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2172918973898362801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/2172918973898362801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/antique-me.html' title='Antique me'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SAFZfncGNcI/AAAAAAAAAE0/5EW8aBqpLz0/s72-c/evs+bowling+party+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-523136082058607333</id><published>2008-04-10T18:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:36:17.325-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_6x62z4byI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ly6_mPcUZVM/s1600-h/nurse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_6x62z4byI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ly6_mPcUZVM/s320/nurse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187779445481041698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my mind was consumed with thoughts of going back to school. I'm going to go on to get my RN I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-523136082058607333?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/523136082058607333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=523136082058607333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/523136082058607333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/523136082058607333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_6x62z4byI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ly6_mPcUZVM/s72-c/nurse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-4266198842408372311</id><published>2008-04-09T17:59:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T18:16:42.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Dr. VooDoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1ZY2z4bvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N6bQLaI0tyQ/s1600-h/voodoo+vet,+moving+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1ZY2z4bvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N6bQLaI0tyQ/s320/voodoo+vet,+moving+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187400629365534450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1YoGz4buI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OgwjKEtWo2U/s1600-h/voodoo+vet,+moving+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1YoGz4buI/AAAAAAAAAEM/OgwjKEtWo2U/s320/voodoo+vet,+moving+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187399791846911714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, two posts in one day! I had to document my cats wonderful disposition at his first trip to the vet. Just look at him! Not only did he act like the perfect little angel, he was as still as a fox while getting his shots! I couldn't ask for more. Well, maybe a cat without ear mites. Jk Vood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-4266198842408372311?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/4266198842408372311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=4266198842408372311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4266198842408372311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/4266198842408372311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/paging-dr-voodoo.html' title='Paging Dr. VooDoo'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1ZY2z4bvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/N6bQLaI0tyQ/s72-c/voodoo+vet,+moving+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-8448182699152074878</id><published>2008-04-09T17:07:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T17:47:51.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gypsy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1TJWz4brI/AAAAAAAAADw/nnLNtyawGkU/s1600-h/voodoo+vet,+moving+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1TJWz4brI/AAAAAAAAADw/nnLNtyawGkU/s320/voodoo+vet,+moving+013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187393766007795378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes indeed, another move is in store for the Lamoreaux 2. It has put me in such a funk that I don't know what to do with myself! Trying to fetch boxes, making sure I give proper notice, cleaning top to bottom for my deposit... ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is where being bi-polar comes in. In the last year or so, my one huge goal was to get out of this little ghetto I call home. My visit to San Diego reiterated this notion. But I won't be going there, not even close. I don't even want to say where we're relocating to. I'm a tad bit ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... In 6 months to a year, I will be taking pictures of my new place. Yet to be discovered, but a place to call my own :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-8448182699152074878?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/8448182699152074878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=8448182699152074878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8448182699152074878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/8448182699152074878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/gypsy.html' title='Gypsy'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_1TJWz4brI/AAAAAAAAADw/nnLNtyawGkU/s72-c/voodoo+vet,+moving+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-6114960386320177201</id><published>2008-04-08T17:02:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T17:19:36.909-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Makin copies.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_v52qkI-bI/AAAAAAAAADo/3TB09rpgHxk/s1600-h/apac+turtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_v52qkI-bI/AAAAAAAAADo/3TB09rpgHxk/s320/apac+turtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187014113381382578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I was at everyones beck and call. First it was my son asking me to find a book that he was doing a book report on. I had already asked if he was done with it, because if he was, I was going to pack it. 6 boxes later mom found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work was only better.  A monitor flew in from one of the major pharmaceutical companies I work with to "monitor" my work. You would think, that with all her expertise and glory, she would know how to make her own damn copies! Nope. Get signatures from the docs? Nope. Work was like this all day. Imagine the joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left a little early today. Only to find out from a co-worker that if I would have read my emails today, I would have known about our company's implementation of a new time clock! Yipee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-6114960386320177201?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6114960386320177201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=6114960386320177201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6114960386320177201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6114960386320177201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/makin-copies.html' title='Makin copies.'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_v52qkI-bI/AAAAAAAAADo/3TB09rpgHxk/s72-c/apac+turtle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-1138199327152159979</id><published>2008-04-07T20:08:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:12:30.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ewW...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_rTzKkI-aI/AAAAAAAAADg/HR-atic_jpU/s1600-h/vomitus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_rTzKkI-aI/AAAAAAAAADg/HR-atic_jpU/s320/vomitus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186690796833274274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was today for me. Picked up my son early from school due to a "stomach ache". Got the phone call the absolute second I walked into the office. Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; He's better now due to a magical elixir of Maalox, lidocaine, ibuprofen, and Miralax. Thanks for askin:) Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-1138199327152159979?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/1138199327152159979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=1138199327152159979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/1138199327152159979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/1138199327152159979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/eww.html' title='ewW...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_rTzKkI-aI/AAAAAAAAADg/HR-atic_jpU/s72-c/vomitus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-226366601004045937</id><published>2008-04-06T20:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T20:27:37.819-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_mGhKkI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CArq4bHL6Lw/s1600-h/yellow+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_mGhKkI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CArq4bHL6Lw/s320/yellow+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186324350223579186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo not the greatest at writing, so I've decided to post pictures that I either enjoy, or express my feelings for the day. Sounds good to me:) Here you/I go. Oh yeah, if something ever so exciting comes up, I shall blog about it. Cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-226366601004045937?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/226366601004045937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=226366601004045937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/226366601004045937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/226366601004045937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/picture-this.html' title='Picture this...'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_mGhKkI-DI/AAAAAAAAAAo/CArq4bHL6Lw/s72-c/yellow+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7865507503448642368.post-6202984114902443237</id><published>2008-04-01T20:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T20:15:24.760-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For your happiness : )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_LqEakI9_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYejAYWMLHw/s1600-h/strawberry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_LqEakI9_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYejAYWMLHw/s320/strawberry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184463482628143090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7865507503448642368-6202984114902443237?l=hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/feeds/6202984114902443237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7865507503448642368&amp;postID=6202984114902443237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6202984114902443237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7865507503448642368/posts/default/6202984114902443237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hollyreneelamb.blogspot.com/2008/04/for-your-happiness.html' title='For your happiness : )'/><author><name>Holly ( the bad daughter)</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/SNcVlHNi3rI/AAAAAAAAAVk/5lI57Ex00DI/S220/me+lv.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jDgXeTFd42g/R_LqEakI9_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/zYejAYWMLHw/s72-c/strawberry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
