<?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-2715586155368833282</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:08:13.231-07:00</updated><category term='Cheese Straws'/><category term='North Carolina'/><category term='father'/><category term='lost'/><category term='live'/><category term='God'/><category term='Ginny O&apos;s'/><category term='divorce'/><category term='free'/><category term='separation'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='fall'/><category term='happy'/><category term='Gourmet'/><category term='help'/><category term='Raleigh'/><category term='hope'/><category term='life'/><category term='you'/><category term='hard'/><category term='pumpkins'/><category term='family'/><category term='alcoholic'/><category term='Cheese Rings'/><category term='husband'/><category term='layout'/><category term='confused'/><category term='Cheesecakes'/><category term='mother'/><category term='Endometriosis'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='love'/><category term='dance'/><category term='farm'/><category term='let go'/><category term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Tina Bug Time</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-3490056151131458125</id><published>2008-11-05T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:58:37.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cape Fear Fair &amp; Expo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdRfWoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lLmmfaWNeNk/s1600-h/Cape+Fear+Fair+and+Expo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265373469405112274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdRfWoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lLmmfaWNeNk/s320/Cape+Fear+Fair+and+Expo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdRKS710I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q6OxTS0Jz3o/s1600-h/Kids+Jlian+Gabriel+Chloe+Isabella+Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265373463752464194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdRKS710I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/q6OxTS0Jz3o/s320/Kids+Jlian+Gabriel+Chloe+Isabella+Ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdQyC9OHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_4n3Z_4SWMs/s1600-h/Isabella+and+Chloe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265373457242994802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdQyC9OHI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_4n3Z_4SWMs/s320/Isabella+and+Chloe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdQvI-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eEwjAHVvYLY/s1600-h/Isabella+and+Ethan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265373456462931266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdQvI-ZUI/AAAAAAAAAJk/eEwjAHVvYLY/s320/Isabella+and+Ethan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, being Isabella did not have school Monday, we decided to go to the county fair Sunday night. We had alot of fun! But omgosh.... $15.00 a person, even for her. Talk about breaking the bank, I can't imagine if I had to take more than just her and I... But that did include all the rides so... But I wasn't even sure if she would ride any so... But she absolutely loved them all! She even went on some bigger rides. A couple times the operators told me she wasn't big enough (she's a little thing) but since I was going too, they let her. She had a blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-3490056151131458125?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3490056151131458125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=3490056151131458125' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/3490056151131458125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/3490056151131458125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/11/cape-fear-fair-expo.html' title='Cape Fear Fair &amp; Expo'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJdRfWoZ9I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/lLmmfaWNeNk/s72-c/Cape+Fear+Fair+and+Expo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-289954972355151240</id><published>2008-11-05T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:53:23.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQjk0mGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cyvKGInc5aI/s1600-h/IMG_3642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371254335248482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQjk0mGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cyvKGInc5aI/s320/IMG_3642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQboOYtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xQ58808Hr1I/s1600-h/IMG_3635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371252202037970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQboOYtI/AAAAAAAAAJE/xQ58808Hr1I/s320/IMG_3635.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I said I would post some pictures from Halloween. Here are a couple. I didn't dress up as Pink as I originally planned, long story, but I didn't dress up, period. But here's my University of North Carolina Cheerleader! The girl got so much candy! We had fun, this was the first year she really has enjoyed trick-or-treating.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQ_kJT3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/-wS0QLIP3bg/s1600-h/IMG_3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371261848604530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQ_kJT3I/AAAAAAAAAJU/-wS0QLIP3bg/s320/IMG_3641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a id="ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_ViewImageControl_ucImageView_PhotoNoter1_hypImageNext" href="http://viewmorepics.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=viewImage&amp;amp;friendID=71560312&amp;amp;albumID=2387481&amp;amp;imageID=37431063#a=2387481&amp;amp;i=37431066"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbRii2u5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/S4tCmqmrrdE/s1600-h/IMG_3645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265371271238433682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbRii2u5I/AAAAAAAAAJc/S4tCmqmrrdE/s320/IMG_3645.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this is how I found her 5 minutes after I told her to brush her teeth.... in the bed, fast asleep, clothes and all.  Guess the teeth didn't get brushed that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-289954972355151240?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/289954972355151240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=289954972355151240' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/289954972355151240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/289954972355151240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-pics.html' title='Halloween pics'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJbQjk0mGI/AAAAAAAAAJM/cyvKGInc5aI/s72-c/IMG_3642.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-1749027120683378193</id><published>2008-11-05T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T18:39:44.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She likes me, She really likes me!</title><content type='html'>So, I received an award. Yes, me. The horrible blogger who can't seem to get it together and just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C" over at &lt;a href="http://tattooedminivanmom.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Scattered Mind of a Tattooed Minivan Mom&lt;/a&gt; gave me this Kreativ Blogger Award. She's just great! She keeps me laughing every which way I turn. Go check her out and leave her lots and lots of comments and love! She is real and I've grown to love her ways! Like I said go check her out for yourself. If you don't believe me, just check out her thoughts on a &lt;a href="http://tattooedminivanmom.blogspot.com/2008/11/theyre-heeeeeeere.html"&gt;Mister Linky vibrator&lt;/a&gt;. You know you can't resist checking her out now! Thank you "C" for being you and choosing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Kreativ_Blogger_Award.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Kreativ Blogger Award" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/Kreativ_Blogger_Award.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AxN8kiMyih8/SQ6L8mftDLI/AAAAAAAAAKU/KCCnWJui1wo/s1600-h/Kreativ+Blogger+Award.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I have to list 6 things that make me happy and give this award out to 6 other bloggers. Since I'm in a very pissy mood tonight ~ Let's see what I can come up with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Thankfuls~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. for "C" because she makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. chocolate because it seems to make everything better, at least for the time being, then you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;feel like crap for eating it and moan and groan about going to the gym.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. my daughter, of course. She keeps me on my toes and my hair at wits end...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. my health, because a year and a half ago I was a very sick chick!!! That's for another blog... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*Note to self* Get a move on this blogging stuff!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. The fall weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. Good hair, because if nothing else is going my way this week, I know I have good hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Passing To~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://spaghettiandbagels.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spaghetti and Bagels&lt;/a&gt; because she is a spunky one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://nanasboxnonprofit.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nana's Box &lt;/a&gt;because she's doing great things and bringing smiles to alot of people!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://spunkyteddygraham.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spunky Teddy Graham &lt;/a&gt;because she simply trips a sista out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://pineconeprim.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pineconeprim&lt;/a&gt; because she is so sweet and thoughtful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://melodiesgirls.blogspot.com/"&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Girls &lt;/a&gt;because she's down to earth and I like that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;6. &lt;a href="http://momofthreecrazykids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom of 3 Crazy Kids&lt;/a&gt; because she's a teenager at heart and I sometimes think I am too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-1749027120683378193?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1749027120683378193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=1749027120683378193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/1749027120683378193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/1749027120683378193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/11/she-likes-me-she-really-likes-me.html' title='She likes me, She really likes me!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-3498098367349482784</id><published>2008-10-27T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:54:27.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Crazy~Just Anti-Sane!</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I have blogged.  I have just felt SO incredibly overwhelmed with everything going on in my life and feel like all I would do is complain.  I don't want to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I took some time today (after lots of procrastination) and did a little Halloween thinking.  My daughter wanted to be Hannah Montana for Halloween, then decided she wanted to be Glinda (the good witch from The Wizard of Oz)....  You know what she is going to be?  A cheerleader. ha ha...  Is that bad?  I had very little money so I had to make do.  She had the cheerleader skirt and I went out and bought her a light blue t-shirt.  I used iron-on letters to make it a University of NC (UNC) shirt.  She had pom poms and I made some hair ribbons for her pig tails.  Of course she'll be cute.  I just hated that I couldn't do what "she" wanted to do.  I spent a total of $9 on her costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go as Pink (the singer).  I'm going to mohawk my hair and dye it pink.  I'm wearing all black with a pink big belt, worn high.  It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for my Halloween shopping.  Pictures to follow this weekend.  Wish me luck as I get totally stressed over stuff like this, doing it as a single parent just isn't as fun!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Note to self~blog about Nana's Box that I recieved for my mom.  It is amazing!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-3498098367349482784?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3498098367349482784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=3498098367349482784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/3498098367349482784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/3498098367349482784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-not-crazyjust-anti-sane.html' title='I&apos;m Not Crazy~Just Anti-Sane!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-7928647451193052383</id><published>2008-10-17T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T13:30:21.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Tagged!!!!</title><content type='html'>I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://melodiesgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-it.html"&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Girls &lt;/a&gt;for this little bit of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258216696302098946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPjwOd8dWgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hLdtKZ_HttY/s320/Tagged.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you get to learn about 7 weird or random facts about me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My daughter's name (Isabella Dare) has a quirky story to it.  Isabella came from Queen Isabel of Spain (who funded Christopher Columbus' voyage to the New Land) and Dare came from (Virginia Dare who was the first child born on the New Land *this was also my grandmother's name).  And I am so NOT the history buff!!!&lt;br /&gt;2. I drive a PT Cruiser.  The weird thing about this one is, I have always hated PT Cruisers, they just look weird.  But the price was right and I needed a new car (I just bought it a few weeks ago).&lt;br /&gt;3. I have played the piano since I was 5 years old.  Not many people know this fact about me.&lt;br /&gt;4. I left my husband of 7 years but still love him dearly!  If you read my blog you probably know that by now!&lt;br /&gt;5. I am a certified Paralegal, not practicing.  Actually, I'm in school for Accounting now.  I think I'll be a student for life!&lt;br /&gt;6. My hair is my outlet!  ha ha It used to be down to my butt and blonde.  I cut it to about 4 inches long; then about 1 inch long and Platinum blonde.  Last year is was real short and black with firey red streaks in it.  Now it is back to my natural color and cut into a stylish stacked bob - trying to grow the front out a few inches more - keeping the back short and stacked.  But I struggle not to cut it and dye it some kind of crazy color.  I love funky hair!&lt;br /&gt;7. I have 4 tatoos.  (1) back of my neck, butterfly (2) under wrist, cross (3) ankle, ladybug *Tina Bug* (4) calf, wings around Bella's name *my favorite*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I don't know how well I did, so let me know!  I didn't know what to put down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now it's time to pass the weirdness/randomness along. I am tagging:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  &lt;a href="http://farm31332.blogspot.com/"&gt;Farm Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  &lt;a href="http://momofthreecrazykids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mom of 3 Crazy Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  &lt;a href="http://xomissl2.blogspot.com/"&gt;XO, Miss L2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  &lt;a href="http://sbelle-lifeofasouthernbelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Life of a Southern Belle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  &lt;a href="http://spunkyteddygraham.blogspot.com/"&gt;Spunkyteddygraham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  &lt;a href="http://www.tropicofmom.com/"&gt;Tropic of Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  &lt;a href="http://thehappyhomebody.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Happy Homebody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-7928647451193052383?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7928647451193052383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=7928647451193052383' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/7928647451193052383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/7928647451193052383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/10/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve Been Tagged!!!!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPjwOd8dWgI/AAAAAAAAAI0/hLdtKZ_HttY/s72-c/Tagged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-1384229978211735466</id><published>2008-10-16T19:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T20:28:40.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TAG.... I've tagged 5 of you out there!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPf-BNFdO8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mu0GFvTk44o/s1600-h/old+books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257950386624216002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPf-BNFdO8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mu0GFvTk44o/s200/old+books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://april-georgia.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-tag-time.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;It's Tag-Time!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OK8MYttD0s0/SPUuICbKRnI/AAAAAAAAAgE/hHxB307a7qs/s1600-h/Old-Books-I-Print-C10303396.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading April's blog over at &lt;a href="http://april-georgia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Straight From the Heart&lt;/a&gt; and loved this so decided to do one of my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, here are the rules:Grab the nearest book. Open the book to page 56. Find the fifth sentence. Post the text of the next two to five sentences in your journal/blog along with these instructions. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST. Tag five other people to do the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This excerpt comes from the book "Fireproof" by Eric Wilson. It's an awesome book and just came out in the theaters as a GREAT movie!!! I recommend everyone reading and/or watching Fireproof. It is meaningful and touched my heart!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That sounded like surrender, like giving up. But who was Caleb fooling? Marriage wasn't a game, some contest in which all the spoils went to the victor. This was supposed to be a joint venture, right? A partnership. And his partner wanted nothing to do with him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright, so now I'm going to tag:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://momofthreecrazykids.blogspot.com/2008/10/im-getting-my-ticket.html"&gt;Mom of 3 Crazy Kids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://farm31332.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-fall-yall.html"&gt;Farm Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://melodiesgirls.blogspot.com/2008/10/literally.html"&gt;Me &amp;amp; My Girls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://spunkyteddygraham.blogspot.com/2008/10/usu-at-sjsu.html"&gt;Spunky Teddy Graham&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &lt;a href="http://www.tropicofmom.com/2008/10/swing-down.html"&gt;Tropic of Mom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's your turn!! HAVE FUN!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-1384229978211735466?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/1384229978211735466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=1384229978211735466' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/1384229978211735466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/1384229978211735466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/10/tag-ive-tagged-5-of-you-out-there.html' title='TAG.... I&apos;ve tagged 5 of you out there!!!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPf-BNFdO8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/mu0GFvTk44o/s72-c/old+books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-4696025346443849958</id><published>2008-10-16T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:56:36.370-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='farm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pumpkins'/><title type='text'>Fall is Here!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257930808985423746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 439px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfsNosoj4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/giuNsGdop-A/s200/IMG_3491.JPG" width="345" border="0" /&gt; A few weeks ago I went to Raleigh to visit family and friends. My daughter, sister-in-law, 3 month old nephew and I went to Hill Ridge Farms in Youngsville (20 minutes outside of Raleigh) and had a wonderful fall day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926898442970514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfoqAyqJZI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MxV3Qmji35c/s200/IMG_3429.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~This is the view as you entered the Farm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926898839427810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfoqCRLmuI/AAAAAAAAAFs/hXgsVdZFVKQ/s200/IMG_3434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;~I thought this guy just looked cool! He just stood in the little house observing everything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926909508837666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfoqqA94SI/AAAAAAAAAF0/wsl8BKGxVMw/s200/IMG_3440.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~I would hate to make him mad!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926912994106866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfoq2_63fI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T0_EQuXUVZo/s200/IMG_3447.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~FALL COLORS!!!!! I love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257926919126180194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPforN164WI/AAAAAAAAAGE/S2oAneq4HvY/s200/IMG_3445.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;~Another view of the Farm &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928943371449874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfqhCvmdhI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_sL7IgLUNyk/s200/IMG_3461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928949558047170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfqhZymccI/AAAAAAAAAGU/7QZh9FNexeM/s200/IMG_3463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;~Who doesn't love a corn playground? We found corn in all kinds of places at bedtime that night!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928953639161074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfqho_nTPI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cTiyX9Sp92E/s200/IMG_3469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Peek-a-boo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928957175571026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfqh2KwolI/AAAAAAAAAGk/vbtpbHjWo3E/s200/IMG_3475.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Baby Nash and Aunt NieNie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257928961351378674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfqiFuWZvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/z5s5m2wl8kY/s200/IMG_3446.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257930801650507682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfsNNX2n6I/AAAAAAAAAG8/BuYXIXu4QxI/s200/IMG_3479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257930805263321538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfsNa1NycI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ttgd23YgBos/s200/IMG_3481.JPG" border="0" /&gt; ~Look closely! It's a huge slide!!! Everyone grab your burlap (sp?) sacks... and let's go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257930795701188338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfsM3NbNvI/AAAAAAAAAG0/_-9srXX8C1o/s200/IMG_3472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;~Thanksgiving Dinner???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932442697175090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPftsuv3kDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/Hw_fDHhIfz4/s200/IMG_3507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Haystack Mazes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257930816133133282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfsODUx8-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/99XjWUZonWo/s200/IMG_3492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257934097252756802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfvNCcqLUI/AAAAAAAAAIE/Ly-sm1P61G0/s200/IMG_3510.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257934108918357522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfvNt59HhI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TvMzfihRbAs/s200/IMG_3512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932449873726962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfttJe5DfI/AAAAAAAAAHk/q-2XKA3-aqE/s200/IMG_3518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932452768277234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfttURAYvI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0Pg6JTwNmns/s200/IMG_3522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;~Train Rides and Hay Rides...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257934334791010498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfva3WMSMI/AAAAAAAAAIk/nKT512Ne1hc/s200/IMG_3525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257932457521751442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfttl-UpZI/AAAAAAAAAH8/KKkUGyPf7uE/s200/IMG_3526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257934111295077810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfvN2wm_bI/AAAAAAAAAIc/EF-QqYVlNGM/s200/IMG_3529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;~And pumpkins for EVERYONE!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY FALL EVERYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-4696025346443849958?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4696025346443849958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=4696025346443849958' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/4696025346443849958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/4696025346443849958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall-is-here.html' title='Fall is Here!!!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SPfsNosoj4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/giuNsGdop-A/s72-c/IMG_3491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-3874245010499231385</id><published>2008-10-14T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:32:45.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Time For Me</title><content type='html'>So, it's been like two weeks since I've even signed on to Blog.  I have alot of catching up to do, but just don't think I am going to get around to it in the next week or two.  I'M EXHAUSTED!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, where have I been you ask...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About two weeks ago, my husband (estranged, but he's still mine) started complaining about a pain behind his knee.  I kept telling him it was probably a pulled muscle, get over it.  Well, after a week of pain, the pain spreading and increasing, he decided to go to the doctor.  They immediately sent him straight to the hospital, DON'T PASS GO, DON'T COLLECT $200 DOLLARS.  He had an ultrasound and was admitted into the hospital an hour away from me immediately.  He had (has) a blood clot in his leg.  The pain was coming from no circulation in his leg.  He broke his foot about two months ago and the doctors think the trauma from that caused the clot.  He was put on bed rest for eight days.  Now, my question, what sense does that really make?  I mean, I know why they do it, but laying in the bed - not moving around - causes clots so they put someone who has one on bed rest???  This one baffles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the day before he went into the hospital I had just gotten back from visiting my brother, sister-in-law and nephew in Raleigh (2 hours away).  Tired from traveling, I had to turn around and drive an hour away to make sure G. was alright.  I had to drive back that night to work the next day.  Then back that night.  I stayed at the hospital for a solid week, sleeping in a chair.  Why don't they be more accomidating to family?  Oh well, I'm not a complainer but a week of sleeping in a chair was torture.  I did climb in bed with G. when I could, but that wasn't often.  It's not like they let you sleep in the hospital anyways, taking vitals, blood and everything else all through the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well a week later, it was time for me to make my way home.  My daughter missed me and had lots of questions as she didn't know where her daddy was or why I had been gone.  Back to the single mom life, taking care of Bella, working and catching up on school work.  It is kicking my butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. got out of the hospital yesterday (11 days in) but it will be a slow process to try to get the blood clot to absorb back into the bloodstream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, G. is 12 days sober!!  He got out of the hospital yesterday afternoon and went to an AA meeting last night and another one tonight.  He plans on hitting one each night!  That is a good thing!  And I actually enjoy being around him and talking to him now!  He doesn't have the alcohol distorting his thought process.  I am hopeful for him but CAN'T get my hopes up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I am exhausted but... I am pushing through, doing the best I can.  I can't help but to feel I am being stretched thin though.  G. is getting Bella this weekend and next so hopefully I will get my school work under way and catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it, that's what's been keeping me away from "my time"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all that have shown concern.  It is comforting to know there are people out there thinking about me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo,&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-3874245010499231385?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/3874245010499231385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=3874245010499231385' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/3874245010499231385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/3874245010499231385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/10/scary-time-for-me.html' title='Scary Time For Me'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-4846927327825345701</id><published>2008-09-23T16:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T16:56:43.967-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Tag</title><content type='html'>So, I got this from &lt;a href="http://inawesomewonder.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-tag.html"&gt;Dancing Queen&lt;/a&gt;.... I liked it so much I wanted to do one of my own. I was curious to see what my daughter would say about me.... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cgtJPf6kd_k/SNVur0QaimI/AAAAAAAAE8g/_sTlfz4l4Gg/s1600-h/August+109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367324104726738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNl_xNjOGNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pLzyBX_49yE/s200/IMG_3306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is something mom always says to you?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: That you love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes mommy happy?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: being nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes mommy sad?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Sad songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How does mommy make you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: By saying silly things **nooooooooooo, not me!!!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249368393102716818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNmAvb4M75I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Xt-HMe5HVkI/s200/laughing.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was mommy like as a kid?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: You have blonde hair like me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old is mom?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: 26 (tha's my girl!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How tall is mom?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: 7 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What does mommy like to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabella: do crafts with me, sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367330296546914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNl_xkndxmI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kQLiMcMhwJw/s200/IMG_1648.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does mom do when you're not home?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: do homework&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If mommy was famous, what would she be famous for?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is mommy really good at?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: drawing and painting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does mommy do for her job?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is Mommy's favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: chicken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What makes you proud of your mom?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Doing things I like you to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If mommy was a cartoon character, who would she be?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Dorothy from Wizard of Oz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249369753431321954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNmB-nf0LWI/AAAAAAAAAFE/fZh5yunZPuE/s200/HPIM0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you and mommy like to do together?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: smell flowers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you and mom the same?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: blonde hair and same eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How are you and mommy different?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: You have green eyes now (my eyes changed when I was 6 or 7) and I have blue eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you know mommy loves you?&lt;br /&gt;Isabella: Because EVERYONE tells me all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What time do your kids wake up? 6:30am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a good night, what time do your kids go to sleep? 8:00pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How long have you been a mom? 5 years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How old were you when you became a mom? 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite kid show? Winnie the Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Least favorite kid TV show? Spongebob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Favorite meal to cook? breakfast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the meal cooked most often? Dinner. Different things with Chicken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the kids favorite meal? Chicken Nuggets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your favorite things that Daddy does with the kids? cuddling, anything outside, listening to her sing and watching her dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367336722543474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNl_x8jis3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/P3oOPudwcWY/s200/13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are 5 things that make you smile while being a mom?&lt;br /&gt;1) Seeing her Smile!&lt;br /&gt;2) Hugs and Kisses!&lt;br /&gt;3) Watching their accomplishments, big or small!&lt;br /&gt;4) Their imagination&lt;br /&gt;5) Watching her do the things she loves!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to take your kids someday? Disney, of course!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you and your husband went out without the kids? we are separated so it's been a while )c:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing you said you'd never do as a mom? Get divorced from the father, some things you can't are out of your control! But I HATE it for my daughter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite past time with your kids? Going to the island on the boat, going to the movies, taking walks, doing special things that are not everyday stuff, like going to the Cirque Solei (spelling?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Advice for a new mom: Don't rush ANYTHING! As an infant get all the holding you can in because there comes a day when they want to be independant!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249367328257847218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNl_xdBZr7I/AAAAAAAAAEk/JRoPhseRIkc/s200/00380040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When was the last time your kids said "I love you"? Just a little while ago, while swinging on the swingset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-4846927327825345701?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4846927327825345701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=4846927327825345701' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/4846927327825345701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/4846927327825345701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/mommy-tag.html' title='Mommy Tag'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNl_xNjOGNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/pLzyBX_49yE/s72-c/IMG_3306.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-5846946212582104117</id><published>2008-09-23T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:27:27.037-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><title type='text'>New Layout from LeeLou!</title><content type='html'>Sooooo.... I did it!&lt;br /&gt;I finally had the time.  What does everyone think of the new layout.  I went to &lt;a href="http://leeloublogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;LeeLou's &lt;/a&gt;blog and found it.  It was so easy!  All the thanks to her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xo, and Happy Tuesday!  Fall is here and I'm loving it!&lt;br /&gt;~T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-5846946212582104117?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5846946212582104117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=5846946212582104117' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/5846946212582104117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/5846946212582104117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-layout-from-leelou.html' title='New Layout from LeeLou!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-4047084443729391443</id><published>2008-09-23T08:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T10:48:47.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Things I am Thankful for!  Picture This!</title><content type='html'>These are not in any particular order....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Girlfriends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249242915590244498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkOnrt-CJI/AAAAAAAAABs/zANidv0lq4A/s200/HPIM0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Lazy days by the pool&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249243444792568162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkPGfJoqWI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Ih9qWpUbYo0/s200/IMG_2859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Double sided Fireplace in the Fall! (not decorated yet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249244114940892546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkPtfpclYI/AAAAAAAAAB8/XEEvtJJ0GoU/s200/HPIM0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;4. My little Hannah Montana! (she has the guitar, the wig, she knows the words, What am I gonna do?? ha ha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                  Isabella as herself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249273264490417122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkqOOLoC-I/AAAAAAAAADs/Ttyp3xjbFCY/s200/Bella+school+pic+spring+2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Isabella as Hannah Montana (I tried to upload the video of her playing the guitar and singing but it wouldn't upload )c:  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271196473265842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkoV2N6jrI/AAAAAAAAACE/Ji2yruTk30o/s200/Hannah+Montana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Ice Cream Boats! You are playing on the Island, sitting half way in the water, keeping an eye on the children when all of a sudden you here bells, lots of bells. You see a boat go by with a blow up palm tree and says Ice Cream on the side. Then the flock tramples you. The flock of kids running towards the ice cream boat! What a great idea! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271928665561410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpAd2KWUI/AAAAAAAAACM/C47hWnBPSPA/s200/ice+cream+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271939061134018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpBEkqMsI/AAAAAAAAACU/kL2tqyLby6o/s200/ice+cream+on+the+beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Sunsets from the front porch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271944599394194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpBZNFV5I/AAAAAAAAACc/Ii3Lf56i580/s200/June+2008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Days on the Island (Mason's Island)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271954696619266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpB-0cxQI/AAAAAAAAACk/zUcZ2vOnoQA/s200/IMG_2939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249271957160444850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpCH_3w7I/AAAAAAAAACs/VqkoEu5stSU/s200/IMG_2953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. Lady Bugs *they seem to follow me, they are said to be good luck. hmmm I'm not really thinking so right now. *My girlfriends bought me a ladybug tattoo for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272527018133234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpjS4iBvI/AAAAAAAAAC0/O5nKvE-A3sk/s200/ladybugs1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272533544043314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpjrMbgzI/AAAAAAAAAC8/INyHK7FM99U/s200/HPIM0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Road Trips with my Isabella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272542714611538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpkNW3R1I/AAAAAAAAADE/Gz75UDcv3gc/s200/IMG_3210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272550149427906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkpkpDdksI/AAAAAAAAADM/jrAEl8Umu9A/s200/IMG_3215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249272560036449986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkplN4tjsI/AAAAAAAAADU/fk7ZdssyIvw/s200/IMG_3207.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. Wolfpack/NC State football games!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249273262684873026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkqOHdJoUI/AAAAAAAAADk/G5y0oV41yIQ/s200/Wolfpack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Last (for today) but definitely not least! Licking the left over chocolate out of the bowl after mixing up brownies. mmmm - We don't 'make brownies too often but when we do, we go all out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249273255340512274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkqNsGHlBI/AAAAAAAAADc/WRqBGTxckz8/s200/Moms+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-4047084443729391443?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/4047084443729391443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=4047084443729391443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/4047084443729391443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/4047084443729391443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-things-i-am-thankful-for-picture.html' title='11 Things I am Thankful for!  Picture This!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SNkOnrt-CJI/AAAAAAAAABs/zANidv0lq4A/s72-c/HPIM0177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-496702789388439846</id><published>2008-09-18T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T20:17:23.492-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='help'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='layout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confused'/><title type='text'>Green Blogger Confused!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so this is going to be a short post as I have been running around like a chicken with my head cut off all day. Shoot... head, feet, arms. I have run myself into the ground today. But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very new (I call it &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;GREEN&lt;/span&gt;) to the blog world as you can probably tell. Well I am wondering how everyone gets their layouts to look so nice. Like the top where the blog name is. I want to personalize my blog a little better but haven't been able to figure it out! Can anyone help?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited to be blogging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hitting the bed hard tonight! Up and at 'em again tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Note to self: Check out &lt;a href="http://tipjunkie.blogspot.com/2008/08/top-10-tips-for-junkies.html"&gt;Tip Junkie &lt;/a&gt;to see if there is anything there about this**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-496702789388439846?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/496702789388439846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=496702789388439846' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/496702789388439846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/496702789388439846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/green-blogger-confused.html' title='Green Blogger Confused!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-8910540461292995965</id><published>2008-09-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T10:43:00.517-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend'/><title type='text'>Today's Thoughts... I just can't shake 'em</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I’m missing my best friend!  I miss the man I married.  Some of the things I really miss everyday since alcohol ripped the man of my dreams away from me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Laying in bed watching movies on Sundays&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grilling out enough food fit for a King (he was my King)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being parents together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Walks on the beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching every episode of The Crocodile Hunter (OHH KRIKEY, May he RIP)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cleaning house together&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gazing at how beautiful our daughter is&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Showers – they are lonely these days&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Speaking of lonely – the bed is lonely these days as well&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Storms with him&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting on the back porch talking until all hours of the night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Swinging on our daughter’s swing set long after she went to bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having someone kiss me every morning and every night&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reminiscing about the past&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Looking towards the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could go on forever…  I’m just really missing my best friend and feel lost without him.  I pray for strength!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Xo,&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-8910540461292995965?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8910540461292995965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=8910540461292995965' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/8910540461292995965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/8910540461292995965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/todays-thoughts-i-just-cant-shake-em.html' title='Today&apos;s Thoughts... I just can&apos;t shake &apos;em'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-5473139899856656509</id><published>2008-09-15T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:22:13.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='divorce'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alcoholic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Endometriosis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='father'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard'/><title type='text'>Hopelessly In Love with a Bad Situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tinaandglenn-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/tinaandglenn-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 3, 2001 I was married to the love of my life. We were so incredibly happy. We built a nice house in a family neighborhood and we were living the good life. A year later we found out we were pregnant. I absolutely loved being pregnant. It was the best feeling in the world knowing that this life was growing inside me. If I could be pregnant for the rest of my life, I think I would! Isabella was born June 23, 2003. She was perfect and from there we started our family. About a year later, I became very ill to later be diagnosed with Endometriosis. After two surgeries and a chemo like treatment we chose to have a hysterectomy. At 26 years old I was stripped of my ability to have any more children! It was very hard on me but I knew it was in the best interest of everyone involved. Since Isabella was born I was not the mother I should have been because I was in so much pain all the time and my body was attacking itself. While all of this was going on, my husband began drinking like never before. In the time I needed him most, the man of my dreams was becoming a monster! Due to his drinking he lost his job of 10 years. This is not the man I married at all. I dealt with it the best I could. I had surgery in March of 2007 and began healing. I was out of work for 8 weeks and was wrongfully terminated during that time. So, here we were, both without jobs, me still recovering from surgery and him not wanting to find work, just drink. There would be times when Isabella and I would come home and find him passed out on the garage floor with a puddle of blood from his head where he had hit his head on a table, or he would fall over the furniture. He was not a husband or a father. I decided I could not raise my daughter in this type of situation. It was the hardest decision I have ever made but I asked him to leave. I still loved (and do love) this man but have to do what is best for Isabella and I. So, May 23, 2007 (his 30th birthday), enough was enough and he left for good never to return. Now here was this man who used to adore me and his little girl that doesn’t care about anything else but drinking. Honestly, I really hoped that he would realize he needed to quit drinking and do what he needed to do and come back. It didn’t happen like that. Let me add that he went to rehab while I was sick and was sober for 60 days. I supported him 100% even going to most of his AA meetings with him. I did everything I knew to do to help him. But realized I can’t help him until he wants to help himself. Anyways, here I am over a year later and I’m still holding on to hope. Hope that he will change, hope that the man I married will come back to me. I am fooling myself and it hurts worse than anything I have ever experienced. He is a total different person. He claims to love me but I can’t help thinking “actions speak louder than words!” I can say a year and a half after my last surgery, I feel physically great. I am now the type of mother I should have been all along as far as physically being able. I know I’m all over the board here but I guess I’m writing this because last night my daughter laid in bed crying because she misses her daddy. She knows why we can’t be with him but she loves him. It breaks my heart and I’m terrified that she is going to hate me for this later on because she doesn’t know the extent of the situation. It is heartbreaking. I have fought tooth and nail for my marriage but I can’t fight it alone. I’m sure I will write more on the all of this I’m sure but my nerves are torn all to pieces and just needed to get some of this out there. I'm now thinking I need to go ahead and file for divorce and start moving on. This is so hard! Any words of wisdom would be much appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="family" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessly in Love with a Bad situation,&lt;br /&gt;Xo,&lt;br /&gt;Tina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-5473139899856656509?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5473139899856656509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=5473139899856656509' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/5473139899856656509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/5473139899856656509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/hopelessly-in-love-with-bad-situation.html' title='Hopelessly In Love with a Bad Situation'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-7793653866413421446</id><published>2008-09-12T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T06:56:29.845-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raleigh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gourmet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Carolina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ginny O&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheesecakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese Straws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheese Rings'/><title type='text'>Ginny O's Cheeserings and Cheesecakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMpwJVmxV2I/AAAAAAAAABU/Bbs4znjRDLQ/s1600-h/3+oz+gable+box.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Oprahmagclip.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Ginny O's" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/Oprahmagclip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=bagsofcheeserings.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="variety" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/bagsofcheeserings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=3ozgablebox.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="box" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/3ozgablebox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;These cheeserings and cheesecakes will have friends and family saying Thank You for a great TASTY gift!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=09ouncepartyfavorbag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="box2" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/09ouncepartyfavorbag.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=24ozlargetin.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="tin2" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/24ozlargetin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About Ginny O's: Our family recipe dates back to the 1850's, having been handed down from Ginny's great-grandmother, who built and resided at Historic Oak View in Raleigh, North Carolina. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oak View is where we get the "O" from in Ginny O's. Ginny O's Cheese Rings are homemade and hand-bakedfresh to your order; our wholesome ingredients include flour, cheddar cheese,margarine and spices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIRTHPLACE OF GINNY O'S: THE OAKVIEW ESTATE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=oakview.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="The Oakview Estate" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/oakview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This antebellum farmstead features an 1855 Greek Revival house, detached plank kitchen, cotton gin museum, an herb garden, picnic facilities, a barn and a new 3000 square ft. museum called the Farm History Center. On the 17 acre grounds remains the oldest pecan grove in the state. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Featured:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~The Food Network: Road Tasted with the Neely's~An Oprah Favorite (see clip from O magazine)~Disney World~The First Lady’s Luncheons~Served on Air Force One~North Carolina Inaugural Ball~Governor's Ball of NC~Served at the Governor's Mansion in Raleigh, NC~Harris Teeter stores~Gift Shop Magazine~in many gourmet stores around the U.S.~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;I hope that you will enjoy every last one of my delicious cheese rings. They make a great gift for all occasions throughout the year, and are especially good for cocktail parties, ballgames and as corporate gifts. I find that children of all ages love them as well!&lt;/em&gt;" - Ginny O&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We now have cheesecakes at $25 each for retailers/wholesale clients (overnight shipping is required and not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Call for Shipping Price which will is based on order and location.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chocolatecheesecake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="turtle" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/chocolatecheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=oreocheesecake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="oreo" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/oreocheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=plaincheesecake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="plain" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/plaincheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=snickerscheesecake.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="snickers" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/snickerscheesecake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=strawberryswirl-realstrawberrychees.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="strawberry swirl" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/strawberryswirl-realstrawberrychees.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Assortedminichoochoo.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="minis" src="http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z139/tlegrand1/Assortedminichoochoo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sample Kit of our cheese rings includes: (2) 3 oz. boxes and shipping for only $15.00&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Questions or Orders Call 919-782-5302 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone Hours: M-F 8:30AM-8:30PM, Sat. 9:00AM-5:00PM (Mastercard and VISA accepted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ginny O's Cheese Rings, Inc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P. 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Box 6475 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raleigh, North Carolina 27608&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phone: 919-782-5302&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fax: 919-787-1074 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Email: &lt;a href="mailto:cheeserings@bellsouth.net"&gt;cheeserings@bellsouth.net&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;visit our website at: &lt;a href="http://www.ginnyo.com/default.htm"&gt;http://www.ginnyo.com/default.htm&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/2715586155368833282-7793653866413421446?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/7793653866413421446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=7793653866413421446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/7793653866413421446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/7793653866413421446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/ginny-os-cheeserings-and-cheesecakes.html' title='Ginny O&apos;s Cheeserings and Cheesecakes'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-5769171976161871986</id><published>2008-09-09T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:54:00.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><title type='text'>Dance Like No One is Watching!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa-3RawY4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2B9focz3XwM/s1600-h/Girls+just+want+to+have+fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244088672897229698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa-3RawY4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2B9focz3XwM/s320/Girls+just+want+to+have+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We convince ourselves that life will be better after we get married, have a baby, then another. Then we are frustrated that the kids aren't old enough and we'll be more content when they are. After that we're frustrated that we have teenagers to deal with. We will certainly be happy when they are out of that stage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tell ourselves that our life will be complete when our spouse gets his or her act together, when we get a nicer car, are able to go on a nice vacation, when we retire. The truth is, there's no better time to be happy than right now. If not now, when? Your life will always be filled with challenges.&lt;br /&gt;It's best to admit this to yourself and decide to be happy anyway. One of my favorite quotes comes from Alfred D Souza. He said, "For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This perspective has helped me to see that there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So, treasure every moment that you have. And treasure it more because you shared it with someone special, special enough to spend your time... and remember that time waits for no one...&lt;br /&gt;So stop waiting until you finish school, until you go back to school, until you lose ten pounds, until you gain ten pounds, until you have kids, until your kids leave the house, until you start work, until you retire, until you get married, until you get divorced, until Friday night, until Sunday morning, until you get a new car or home, until your car or home is paid off, until spring, until summer, until fall, until winter, until you are off welfare, until the first or fifteenth, until your song comes on, until you've had a drink, until you've sobered up, until you die, until you are born again to decide that there is no better time than right now to be happy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness is a journey, not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;Thought for the day:Work like you don't need money, Love like you've never been hurt, And dance like no one's watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-5769171976161871986?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/5769171976161871986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=5769171976161871986' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/5769171976161871986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/5769171976161871986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-convince-ourselves-that-life-will-be.html' title='Dance Like No One is Watching!'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa-3RawY4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/2B9focz3XwM/s72-c/Girls+just+want+to+have+fun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-8424676415287649066</id><published>2008-09-09T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:54:54.603-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Let Go and Live It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa-VXNU-TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/znpYE7GT3AM/s1600-h/Girls+just+wanna+have+fun4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244088090335967538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa-VXNU-TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/znpYE7GT3AM/s320/Girls+just+wanna+have+fun4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sometimes people come into your lifeand you know right away that they weremeant to be there... to serve somesort of purpose, teach you a lesson orhelp figure out who you are or who youwant to become. You never know whothese people may be but when you lookeyes with them, you know that everymoment that you are with them, theywill affect your life in some profoundway. And sometimes things happen toyou at the time that may seem horrible,painful and unfair, but in reflectionyou realize that without overcomingthose obstacles you would have neverrealized your potential, strength,will power or heart.Everything happens for a reason!Nothing happens by chance or by meansof good luck. Illness, injury, love,lost moments of true greatness and sheerstupidity all occur to test the limitsof your soul. Without these smalltests, life would be like a smoothlypaved, straight, flat road to nowhere,safe and comfortable but dull andutterly pointless.The people you meet affect your life.The successes and downfalls that youexperience can create who you are, andthe bad experiences can be learnedfrom.... In fact, they are probably themost poignant and important ones.If someone hurts you, betrays you orbreaks your heart, forgive them becausethey have helped you learn about trustand the importance of being cautiousto whom you open your heart. If someoneloves you, love them back unconditionallynot only because they love you, butalso because they are teaching you tolove and open your heart and eyes tolittle things.MAKE EVERYDAY COUNT! Appreciate every moment and take from it everythingthat you possibly can, for you may neverbe able to experience it again. Talk to people who you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, even if it doesn't seem right because you are too young or too far, just follow your heart. Surround yourself with those who make you smile, laugh, and make you happy.Break free and set your sights high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, for if you don't believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create your own life then LET GO and LIVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-8424676415287649066?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8424676415287649066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=8424676415287649066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/8424676415287649066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/8424676415287649066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/let-go-and-live-it.html' title='Let Go and Live It'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa-VXNU-TI/AAAAAAAAAA0/znpYE7GT3AM/s72-c/Girls+just+wanna+have+fun4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2715586155368833282.post-8172702999658143592</id><published>2008-09-09T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T04:55:27.165-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Love According to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa_yb0u0qI/AAAAAAAAABE/89kTzMwIDjE/s1600-h/footsteps.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244089689302815394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa_yb0u0qI/AAAAAAAAABE/89kTzMwIDjE/s320/footsteps.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Corinthians 13:1-8 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If I speak in the tongues [1] of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.If I have the gift of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink0" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" href="http://www.romancestuck.com/wedding/corinthians18.htm" target="_top" return=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;prophecy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, [2] but have not love, I gain nothing.Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth.It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2715586155368833282-8172702999658143592?l=tinabugtime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/feeds/8172702999658143592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2715586155368833282&amp;postID=8172702999658143592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/8172702999658143592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2715586155368833282/posts/default/8172702999658143592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tinabugtime.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-according-to-god.html' title='Love According to God'/><author><name>TinaBug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17230979295871068573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SRJd1-R8BOI/AAAAAAAAAKE/0Rzwiw5h8f8/S220/IMG_3410.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j1GSRmlym5A/SMa_yb0u0qI/AAAAAAAAABE/89kTzMwIDjE/s72-c/footsteps.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
