<?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-2638292713247888674</id><updated>2012-02-08T20:51:34.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>windham what nots</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5469591198855391580</id><published>2012-02-08T20:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:51:34.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No sir ree bob</title><content type='html'>I did not eat any chocolate. No sir ree bob! Didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/08/2288.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/08/s_2288.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Regatta%20Dr,Brandon,United%20States%4032.375888%2C-90.039055&amp;z=10'&gt;Regatta Dr,Brandon,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5469591198855391580?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5469591198855391580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5469591198855391580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5469591198855391580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5469591198855391580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2012/02/no-sir-ree-bob.html' title='No sir ree bob'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2653319938706501509</id><published>2012-02-08T20:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:48:43.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Donuts</title><content type='html'>This little girl called one morning and said.... Hey.... Helley..... nonuts(donuts)! So, what do you do when you a cute calls at 7:45 am on Saturday.... You get up and get donuts!!! Someone enjoyed her "nonuts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/02/08/2286.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/02/08/s_2286.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class='blogpress_location'&gt;Location:&lt;a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Regatta%20Dr,Brandon,United%20States%4032.375792%2C-90.039012&amp;z=10'&gt;Regatta Dr,Brandon,United States&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2653319938706501509?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2653319938706501509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2653319938706501509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2653319938706501509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2653319938706501509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2012/02/donuts.html' title='Donuts'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-9087159685456265966</id><published>2012-02-04T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T20:45:52.400-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Iphone/Ipad</title><content type='html'>I have these blogs that I can't publish on my Iphone/Ipad. It says something about network error. Anyone have any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-9087159685456265966?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/9087159685456265966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=9087159685456265966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9087159685456265966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9087159685456265966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2012/02/stupid-iphoneipad.html' title='Stupid Iphone/Ipad'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4856756792104604622</id><published>2012-01-16T21:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:57:52.260-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Year and a half later</title><content type='html'>And finally a bedskirt! I found some curtains at wallyworld for 13.00 a panel!!! Mom made them into my bedskirt and they are oh so fabulous!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/16/3260.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/16/s_3260.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is mom measuring to make the cut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/16/3261.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/16/s_3261.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Ironing!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/01/16/3262.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/01/16/s_3262.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look how uhhhhmazing it looks!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4856756792104604622?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4856756792104604622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4856756792104604622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4856756792104604622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4856756792104604622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-and-half-later.html' title='Year and a half later'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7837255746971569929</id><published>2012-01-08T01:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T01:25:25.879-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Night Night</title><content type='html'>Cuddled up with his teddy bear!&lt;div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ApYrPJ4BEvc/TwlE5A_Rg4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/wZ99-f1T5c8/s640/blogger-image-1650242829.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ApYrPJ4BEvc/TwlE5A_Rg4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/wZ99-f1T5c8/s640/blogger-image-1650242829.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7837255746971569929?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7837255746971569929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7837255746971569929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7837255746971569929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7837255746971569929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2012/01/night-night.html' title='Night Night'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ApYrPJ4BEvc/TwlE5A_Rg4I/AAAAAAAAAdw/wZ99-f1T5c8/s72-c/blogger-image-1650242829.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3834324710688913439</id><published>2012-01-07T21:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T18:57:38.161-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chappell Baby Shower!</title><content type='html'>This weekend was busy! One of my BIAs had a baby shower and "BOY" was it fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkSmauX9UyM/TwkMNobDiSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6zf99lQVDKg/s1600/DSC_4303.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QkSmauX9UyM/TwkMNobDiSI/AAAAAAAAAcc/6zf99lQVDKg/s320/DSC_4303.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2RT3uIcj6w/TwkMVYc-TMI/AAAAAAAAAck/XWeNbELPHh8/s1600/DSC_4304.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m2RT3uIcj6w/TwkMVYc-TMI/AAAAAAAAAck/XWeNbELPHh8/s320/DSC_4304.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I just downloaded the blogger app to my iPad. 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I start UMC nursing program May 31!!!! Beat that homeboy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-8992821174686002174?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/8992821174686002174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=8992821174686002174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8992821174686002174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8992821174686002174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2011/04/school-is-cool.html' title='School is COOL'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3981742257958066329</id><published>2011-02-22T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T23:23:05.924-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boo Ya!</title><content type='html'>Ok.&amp;nbsp;Bout due&amp;nbsp;time for an update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. National Boards are coming up, March 18th so I am in full study mode.. (or at least I keep telling myself I am) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleep hygiene has not improved so therefore I took a 4 hour nap today. Way to go Haley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Today was a bad day for foul language. It just kept popping out everywhere. Other than today, my friends said they noticed how I was really watching what I say. Boo ya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have been in 2 5k's since I started the new year! Boo ya again... too bad I forgot my inhaler both time. moron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Organization.. not coming along at all since I am "in study mode" I have been stalking blogs all night tonight looking at all the things they organized and wishing I could organize and post pics on my blog. maybe ill post study areas and study guides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. becoming a better wife... i don't know if I am. we would have to ask josh. I will let him take a survey and get back to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. going ot church. I am embarassed and ashamed to say I have only been once to church(but it was with my sweet Pawpaw). The Lord is frowning upon me right now for that one visit, but he is smiling about my decrease in foul language. Anyway, since my grandmother passed away in November, my grandfather (never went to church, knew the Lord, been baptized,&amp;nbsp;prayed, talked about church, jesus, heaven, etc.) is getting baptized this Sunday. I absolutely CANNOT wait to see this! He is 87 years old people. He has NEVER been baptized. The Lord took my grandmother first so my grandfather could come to know Him!!! Love it... I am going to take pictures and post them of my sweet PawPaw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lose 30 lbs. I haven't even lost 5.. so much for that huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3981742257958066329?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3981742257958066329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3981742257958066329' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3981742257958066329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3981742257958066329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2011/02/boo-ya.html' title='Boo Ya!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-9065478927303800276</id><published>2011-01-18T00:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T00:59:26.665-06:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Days In...</title><content type='html'>18 days into the new year.. and how's it going on the resolutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. figure out why i sleep all the time. I am going to the doctor Jan 19 and that's one of my questions for her. I was off today and what did i do? you guessed it. slept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. watching my foul language.. it's getting better. Rome wasn't built in a day people. Babies crawl before they walk. I am still trying though. I am making a concious effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. to run a 5k.. i have been riding my bike... does that count. I am still going to the doctors appt tomorrow morning to see if i can... so hush. I signed up for a 5k January 29.. but I am walking that bad boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. to get my house super organized. I am doing good. I still need to paint and finish a few projects, clean out the guest bedroom...etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. to become a better wife. I am reading a book called "the power of a praying wife" i am really trying to NOT change my husband.. but pray about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. go to church more often. well, that one is not going so well. It's the easiest one. Get up on Sunday and go. How hard is that. Well this weekend.. i have board review Fri. Sat and Sun... so that counts me out. I think on the 30th.. if I'm not dead from the 5k walk I am doing Saturday.. then I am going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. lose 30 lbs. Well, I am on Weight Watchers. The first week I gained 1.4 lbs.. so I was depressed about it. I ate popsicles, cookie dough, pizza, brownies, etc. Week 2 won't be good either. I gotta get back on the bandwagon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-9065478927303800276?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/9065478927303800276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=9065478927303800276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9065478927303800276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9065478927303800276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2011/01/18-days-in.html' title='18 Days In...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7535044234769769922</id><published>2010-12-30T00:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T00:26:44.918-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Me.... MAYBE!</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know. No one keeps their New Year's Resolutions including me.. but I am at least going to attempt to be a better person!! So, here goes my ultimate list.... if I at least accomplish one.. I'll be proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. figure out why i sleep all the time. no, im not depressed. I seriously think I have some sleep disorder or I'm deficient in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.. to watch my foul language. it's out of control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. to run a 5k... i've actually started this by scheduling a physical to see if i still have exercise induced asthma. if i do, then looks like i'll be marking this one off my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. to get my house SUPER organized. Most of you know&amp;nbsp;I am an "ANAL ALLIE" so I am already pretty organized.. but there are some things around my house that are really urking at my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. to become a better wife. I'm not the best.. I definitely have down falls, but I know I could strive to be better in this department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. GO TO CHURCH MORE OFTEN. My heavens, I pray and talk to God (not so good at reading the bible), but I haven't gotten my lazy butt up to go to church in I don't know how long. This is not acceptable. I know going to church&amp;nbsp;won't get me in the pearly gates, but it will make me a stronger&amp;nbsp;Christian and should help&amp;nbsp;me with that foul mouth of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Finally, the usual of lose 30 lbs! (yeah right, like that's even gonna happen)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7535044234769769922?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7535044234769769922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7535044234769769922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7535044234769769922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7535044234769769922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-year-new-me-maybe.html' title='New Year, New Me.... MAYBE!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-117892043331230037</id><published>2010-11-25T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T17:59:01.227-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Here at my grandparents house. Still doesn't seem right to refer to it as my grandfather's house, seeing as how my grandmother is down the road 6 feet under. I miss her. We had a good Thanksgiving. We laughed at how she would have asked at the table, "I wonder what the poor folks are doing?" or how she would have been eating out of all the food before we actually ate it!! It's so quiet. She's not asleep in her chair with newspaper in hand, compression hose on and&amp;nbsp;sporting her Birkenstocks. I'm thankful for so many things this year, but I would be a little more thankful if she would have been here for ONE last Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-117892043331230037?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/117892043331230037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=117892043331230037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/117892043331230037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/117892043331230037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful-thanksgiving.html' title='Thankful Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3826503244794313904</id><published>2010-11-16T11:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:42:42.004-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I'm not even gonna say anything about my lack of blogging.. here are the pics to catch you up to NOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here we go.. in NO particular order.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-sQEd_fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2xMtIWEguYE/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-sQEd_fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2xMtIWEguYE/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Father's Day! My dad is the BEST!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-wRlD0HI/AAAAAAAAAXc/68v5b_kcZ8w/s1600/020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-wRlD0HI/AAAAAAAAAXc/68v5b_kcZ8w/s320/020.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little "last supper" for BFF and Baby Daddy (she is married) before the big day &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-yK2HpPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jHP2iQ-JnyM/s1600/022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-yK2HpPI/AAAAAAAAAXg/jHP2iQ-JnyM/s320/022.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me and BFF at "The Last Supper"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-0OOWDMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dej0Eeas8SA/s1600/027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-0OOWDMI/AAAAAAAAAXk/dej0Eeas8SA/s320/027.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Annual Windham "Coasting to the Coast" trip!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-5U9N2QI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zS6PE85jCro/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-5U9N2QI/AAAAAAAAAXo/zS6PE85jCro/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Grandmother, Aunts, and Mom at Girl Breakfast!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-6viCE5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtejoJ9bhfM/s1600/002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-6viCE5I/AAAAAAAAAXs/HtejoJ9bhfM/s320/002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Cousins at Girl&amp;nbsp;Breakfast! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-8Ozcw7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qo2wS4wmCHI/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-8Ozcw7I/AAAAAAAAAXw/Qo2wS4wmCHI/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doing a little USM tailgating&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_ES8EtyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1eMYVtyDxYo/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_ES8EtyI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1eMYVtyDxYo/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before BFF had AP!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_I7-1FuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CpSYyhP8KEw/s1600/DSC_3669.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_I7-1FuI/AAAAAAAAAX4/CpSYyhP8KEw/s320/DSC_3669.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;After&amp;nbsp;BFF had AP.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_Ng9TAII/AAAAAAAAAX8/WVX7gl_NGuk/s1600/DSC_3709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_Ng9TAII/AAAAAAAAAX8/WVX7gl_NGuk/s320/DSC_3709.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course, the first time I held her.. I lost control of myself and my tears. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_SVGJIYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5h3Dt1RXg0A/s1600/Anne+Presley+033.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_SVGJIYI/AAAAAAAAAYA/5h3Dt1RXg0A/s320/Anne+Presley+033.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Look at her growing up! She's so precious!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_W8BvkMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/E3D427ZcrsQ/s1600/001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_W8BvkMI/AAAAAAAAAYE/E3D427ZcrsQ/s320/001.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Josh is thrilled to participate!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_YmqrDnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sP2cnv2h4LA/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_YmqrDnI/AAAAAAAAAYI/sP2cnv2h4LA/s320/010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was murdering my pumpykin!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_aZnSxkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/K35HjttwCZU/s1600/025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_aZnSxkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/K35HjttwCZU/s320/025.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fabulous pumpkin carving by the Windhams!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_cEUyxiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/B8Xe30uOdk4/s1600/032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_cEUyxiI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/B8Xe30uOdk4/s320/032.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halloween Kids!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_fAg8grI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wHnLGgHV5sU/s1600/stache2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_fAg8grI/AAAAAAAAAYU/wHnLGgHV5sU/s320/stache2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's mustache Movember.. Men, get your prostates checked.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_kQm1AGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BP5neY4WGTU/s1600/DSC_3775.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_kQm1AGI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BP5neY4WGTU/s320/DSC_3775.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cutest kid FOR REALZ!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_pkT2f_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/5lCJZVFIK14/s1600/DSC_3801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_pkT2f_I/AAAAAAAAAYc/5lCJZVFIK14/s320/DSC_3801.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryker turned 1!! He was thinking, "Oh sweet Mother of Mary.. I'm gonna love this!"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_v3hsPJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BeaNzpQeGCA/s1600/DSC_3859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_v3hsPJI/AAAAAAAAAYg/BeaNzpQeGCA/s320/DSC_3859.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;That's right. He stuck his face in it and then laughed!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_3kZrcdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8P-HqfJEvJg/s1600/DSC_3897.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_3kZrcdI/AAAAAAAAAYk/8P-HqfJEvJg/s320/DSC_3897.JPG" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I'm gonna be sick&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_7qMPgzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4eqYuIPNZjA/s1600/213+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="189" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_7qMPgzI/AAAAAAAAAYo/4eqYuIPNZjA/s320/213+edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;To the movies..BFF had to bring her pee cooler.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_-qj3hSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OSHg94UEs38/s1600/211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK_-qj3hSI/AAAAAAAAAYs/OSHg94UEs38/s320/211.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Girls night before Saranne exploded baby everywhere&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOLAAfesOWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gXb3TSyjH84/s1600/259+edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="195" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOLAAfesOWI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gXb3TSyjH84/s320/259+edit.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eraj in town for her BURFDAY!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3826503244794313904?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3826503244794313904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3826503244794313904' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3826503244794313904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3826503244794313904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/11/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TOK-sQEd_fI/AAAAAAAAAXY/2xMtIWEguYE/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-6922661417124788809</id><published>2010-07-05T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:45:33.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE Purse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;One random day, I was tagged to tell what was in my purse.. well that was a while back.. but here are the contents of the bag on that day... Here she is... she's not pink, she's more coral and she holds a good bit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtiovqEKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q0Qaf1kJyws/s1600/242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtiovqEKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q0Qaf1kJyws/s320/242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The main contents consists of:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtyJ15_9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/xqqalV5mNsg/s1600/245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtyJ15_9I/AAAAAAAAAW0/xqqalV5mNsg/s320/245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. My wallet - it's all about the benjamin's baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Keys - they get me from point A to point B&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. sunglesses - I gotta sport the stunna shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. My green bag - cause if you dont'already know, I hug trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. My wedding rings - I better put those on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. an owl necklace and some earrings - the earrings broke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. lip gloss - just in case there is need to pucker up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. my weight watchers calculator - yeah, im using it now.. gonna shed those pounds jillian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. calendar - how do i live without this thing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtq8ZNBGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IaFaTWS7Nc8/s1600/244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtq8ZNBGI/AAAAAAAAAWs/IaFaTWS7Nc8/s320/244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. some facewash I bought (that ended up breaking my face out like a 15 yr old) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. some ointment - for my murfed up finger (eczema) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. mascara that was purchased with that awful facewash &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13. lipstick - just in case i don't want that funky gloss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14. bare minerals in a puff brush so I can hide those 15 year old zits &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtnX7YUQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SCW2PAhIhRo/s1600/243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtnX7YUQI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SCW2PAhIhRo/s320/243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This bag in my bag is like my everything.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15. hairbrush - in case i need to get after my "knap" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16. lady events holder -for tampons &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17. kleenexs - for sad events &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18. immodium&amp;nbsp;- i have a murfed up stomach &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;19. zantac - in case of heartburn ( im beginning to sound like an old lady) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20. perfume - in case i stink &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21.rolaids - for heartburn &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;22.neosporin - im always getting bo bo's &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;23. floss - for the obvious reasons (im in dental hygiene school) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;24. comb&amp;nbsp;- for others &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;25. crest- in case i need to brush &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;26. klonapin - for when i freak the hell out &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;27. antibacterial - for those nasty places.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, my bag makes it seem like I'm vain. If you know me, you know I'm not vain... or even remotely close to it. I am, however, ANAL ALLIE.. and I feel the need to have everything "JUST IN CASE."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-6922661417124788809?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/6922661417124788809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=6922661417124788809' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6922661417124788809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6922661417124788809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/07/purse.html' title='THE Purse'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TDFtiovqEKI/AAAAAAAAAWc/q0Qaf1kJyws/s72-c/242.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5901329143639254978</id><published>2010-06-23T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T20:56:38.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry and Statisitics</title><content type='html'>Don't worry. I am coming back to blogging. I have been taking lots of pictures to account for a few of the things I have been doing. I have been taking Chem I for 5 hours a day for 20 days. So, to say the least, it's been whipping my tail all over the place.... BUT as of this FRIDAY, I will be done with Chemistry. I will NOT be done with Statistics, but Chemistry will be OVER and that my friends will be the biggest relief EVER.&amp;nbsp; And then... I can blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5901329143639254978?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5901329143639254978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5901329143639254978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5901329143639254978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5901329143639254978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/06/chemistry-and-statisitics.html' title='Chemistry and Statisitics'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1553956789625907412</id><published>2010-05-31T06:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T06:49:52.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up!</title><content type='html'>Since I cannot decide what I want to be when I grow up, I am going to summer school. Dental hygiene isn't enough torturing, so I&amp;nbsp;shall finish DH and move onto nursing. I know, I know.. you are thinking.. Haley, you are a moron.&amp;nbsp; I am. I am taking Chemistry and Statistics this summer, will finish DH in the fall and spring, hopefully pass national and state boards and then start a yearlong advanced nursing program(if I get in) for the next year. What have I gotten myself into? I start in 40 minutes...so I'll let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1553956789625907412?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1553956789625907412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1553956789625907412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1553956789625907412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1553956789625907412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4563340154404359709</id><published>2010-05-29T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T00:33:58.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only for the disgusting.....</title><content type='html'>You can only watch this video if you have disgusting humor like me. If you don't, then you will be totally offended and probably defriend me. Don't say I didn't warn you. For your viewing &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SblqloC-43A"&gt;pleasure&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4563340154404359709?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4563340154404359709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4563340154404359709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4563340154404359709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4563340154404359709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-for-disgusting.html' title='Only for the disgusting.....'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7458951297028014306</id><published>2010-05-28T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:44:03.608-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE HUBS (Ridculous Sappy Post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TACae674E4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/kntb1BBZtl0/s1600/edit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TACae674E4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/kntb1BBZtl0/s320/edit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know I'm never sappy, but right now.. it's late and I just watched this movie that made me realize just how truly blessed I am. My hubby is seriously the best. He works hard everyday so I can go to school and one day figure out what I want to be when I grow up. Yes, I definitely complain because he still has not unpacked his suitcase from our cruise 2 weeks ago, he leaves dirty dishes in the sink and doesn't wash them out or put them in the dishwasher and the list goes on, but overall I love him... A LOT! I wish we spent more time together and enjoyed more of the same things, but we are on the opposite end of the spectrum! Nonetheless...&amp;nbsp;I am so thankful for him and so thankful for all the sacrafices he has made for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7458951297028014306?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7458951297028014306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7458951297028014306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7458951297028014306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7458951297028014306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-hubs-ridculous-sappy-post.html' title='I LOVE HUBS (Ridculous Sappy Post)'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/TACae674E4I/AAAAAAAAAWU/kntb1BBZtl0/s72-c/edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7270060341622755595</id><published>2010-05-25T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:33:15.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby</title><content type='html'>My damn friends are either getting married or having babies. They won't spare me a freaking year to get things in order..I am hosting a million showers. Don't get me wrong, I love them all!! I just want to be all crafty, but I can't be when I am going to school. I have all these fun and great ideas and nothing. Just today, I had this great idea of how cute I was going to wrap a friend of mines gift.... yeah, not so much. She got the gift on her front door step with the receipt tucked in the side of the box. That's apparently how I do things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She did get the unwrapped gift, but I made up for it when I made the door hanger for the hospital when her little bundle arrives. I must admit, it's hella cute (with a little help from BFF)&amp;nbsp;Of course, I don't have a final picture because I forget to do that kinda stuff.. but just imagine how cute it is.. (maybe I can get her to send me a pic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yV4TLVmWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WbHY62MG6eE/s1600/023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yV4TLVmWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WbHY62MG6eE/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;imagine the letters at the bottom are a cute green color that was distressed and a little pink kinda came through. There were little balls at the top R and L of the board that were green too. it hangs by the ribbon. It's so cute.. I wish I had taken a pic of the finished product. I am working on BFF's too! I'll for sure have a picture of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7270060341622755595?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7270060341622755595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7270060341622755595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7270060341622755595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7270060341622755595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby.html' title='Baby'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yV4TLVmWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/WbHY62MG6eE/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2173573789529905560</id><published>2010-05-25T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T22:27:04.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting crafty with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so boy have I been crafty. Bad thing, I totally didn't do a very good job of keeping up with my crafty projects via camera.. so the pics go in spurts.... Random I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRthzHWgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-TLjaoT8Uo8/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRthzHWgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-TLjaoT8Uo8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRwRHkf5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/u678IPNALA0/s1600/007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRwRHkf5I/AAAAAAAAAVM/u678IPNALA0/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK, so it started out with some really FAB knobs I found at "Hob Lob" (totally stole that word from Thrifty Decor Chick) I then got a little excited about the knobs and started buying other non necessary items. I hate it when that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRyRGbJ-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8DZpk8_YxDs/s1600/009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRyRGbJ-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/8DZpk8_YxDs/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, one of the items I bought (or shall I say two items I bought) are the little wooden 2 for a buck things. I sanded them nicely and then decided on some paint colors and gave em a nice color (the one above is gray)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yR2faHuYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kHCRaPlSolE/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yR2faHuYI/AAAAAAAAAVc/kHCRaPlSolE/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I cut out some cute scrapbook paper (another one of those unnecessary items purchased at the store) I modpodged the paper to the piece of wood. Then, I sanded the edges of the sandpaper so it would look "rough." You should also wait til th emodpodge dries, unless you are like me...so ridiculously impatient that you want to get it finished RIGHT NOW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yR5iQ4tBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9VvkrTs8MvE/s1600/011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yR5iQ4tBI/AAAAAAAAAVk/9VvkrTs8MvE/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;TA DA!!&amp;nbsp; Screw the knobs in and cut the backs of the screws off with a miter saw! They are awesome. I love em!!! I attached a picture hanger thing from the back of it. I have necklaces hanging from one and my apron hanging from another ( I don't cook, but it looks really cute in my kitchen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I moved on to another project after that. I admit, this project was late at night and I was bound and DETERMINED to make this thing come hell or high water. I straight up rigged this thing together.. just because I wanted to see it soo bad. so here is the finished product...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yR7pyPdEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OnFotSTrdqM/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yR7pyPdEI/AAAAAAAAAVs/OnFotSTrdqM/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a magnet board. I had some leftover 2x4's and I screwed some leftover screws into the magnet board (make note: leftover sounds like a great term to use, but the screws were too long, so they poke out the back of the 2x4.. way to have patience haley) Anyway, then i made the magnets... and that thing is hanging in my kitchen. It looks great too!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2173573789529905560?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2173573789529905560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2173573789529905560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2173573789529905560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2173573789529905560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/05/getting-crafty-with-it.html' title='Getting crafty with it'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S_yRthzHWgI/AAAAAAAAAVE/-TLjaoT8Uo8/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3432610007342795819</id><published>2010-05-17T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T16:00:31.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach bummin it</title><content type='html'>I was on a boat and now i'm headed to the beach. Post pics when I get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3432610007342795819?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3432610007342795819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3432610007342795819' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3432610007342795819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3432610007342795819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/05/beach-bummin-it.html' title='Beach bummin it'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3813209923006874112</id><published>2010-04-30T11:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:21:00.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt, Ashley and Sawyer Dykman</title><content type='html'>Right now, I need all the prayers I can get from you guys.&amp;nbsp; Little Sawyer is making his world debut today... but he&amp;nbsp;has been having lots of problems on his journey to the world and I need you guys to pray HARD for him and his mom and dad, Ashley and Matt. If you would, take a second right now and lift them up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this from Ashley's blog. It gives a little information on lil Sawyer...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Baby Sawyer has a bladder outlet obstruction. At 17 weeks a sonogram found his enlarged bladder. The obstruction would not let urine out. The urine had backed up into the kidneys and damaged one. I had 3 bladder taps and fetal surgery done to put a shunt in his bladder. Both of his kidneys have now failed due to damage from the backup of urine. His lungs will probably be underdeveloped as well due to lack of amniotic fluid during pregnancy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can read more about little Sawyer on Ashley's &lt;a href="http://thedykmanfamily.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3813209923006874112?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3813209923006874112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3813209923006874112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3813209923006874112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3813209923006874112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/04/matt-ashley-and-sawyer-dykman.html' title='Matt, Ashley and Sawyer Dykman'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-931571748659853312</id><published>2010-04-24T16:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:28:55.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty down the drain...</title><content type='html'>My crafty projects that I have been working are failing miserably... the other ones are great.. but the ones that i have been really workinn on... are FAILING.. ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-931571748659853312?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/931571748659853312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=931571748659853312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/931571748659853312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/931571748659853312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/04/crafty-down-drain.html' title='Crafty down the drain...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7132483448602390824</id><published>2010-04-13T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:41:26.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile : )</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a smile is all you need........ from someone or someones words. Either way, it's just what you need somedays. Today was the day I needed it and I got it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7132483448602390824?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7132483448602390824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7132483448602390824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7132483448602390824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7132483448602390824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/04/smile.html' title='Smile : )'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5165170705700891535</id><published>2010-04-12T01:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T01:21:42.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>Ok, it's 1 a.m. and I should be A. studying B.sleeping or C. working on my portfolio that's due tomorrow. Instead, I found something slightly more entertaining. I was tagged to tell you 7 random things about myself. I absolutely love this because I am the most random individual you will ever meet. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I should work for PETA. I hate fishing cause I think it hurts them, I save turtles from the road any chance I get, I hate killing butterflies when I am driving down the road and they smash into my windshield, I would love to nourish anything back to health as long as I don't have to keep it. I don't want an animal of my own... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I can't decide what I want to be when I grow up. So far I have accomplished degrees for&amp;nbsp;television, spanish and&amp;nbsp;I'm working&amp;nbsp;on dental hygiene. Next up might be...nursing. I am taking classes this summer for nursing pre-reqs. My husband says I have two years to decide what I wanna be. In 2 years.. I will be 30.. so I guess he has a point!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I would seriously save every penny my husband made if he would let me. I would see what is the least amount we could live off of..&amp;nbsp;but there is no way he would let me try it. I would have basic cable, never go anywhere, use toilet paper sparingly, never use paper towels, sit in the dark, etc. I am talking.. hippie hardcore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have a problem with cuss words. They just come out. My husband hates it. It's an awful habit and I want to stop.. but how can I.. when I don't even know they are coming out of my mouth. It's awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My husband is the TOTAL OPPOSITE from me. I am a crazy, do anything, say whatever, loud mouth wierdo. My husband is a quiet, respectful and conservative sweet man who would do anything for anyone. Opposites do attract, but I am pretty sure he wants to punch me in the face on a regular basis because of my erratic behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want so badly to own a house and decorate it. I swear I have watched enough HGTV over the past few years to pretty&amp;nbsp;much build my own house from scratch, decorate it&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;landscape it.&amp;nbsp; Mark my words... ONE DAY I will get to do this. I even went so far as to knock on the door of this house I wanted and asked her if I could look around...It was perfect, minus the tiny backyard and a few other changeable things.. too bad&amp;nbsp;they wanted more than we could afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; I have an awful obsession with chocolate milk. I prefer vitamin D milk with Hershey's chocolate syrup. I pour the milk into a Newk's glass (cause it's so big) and then pour the syrup in. I have to count to almost 15 seconds (it's really faster than 15 seconds) and then stir it up!! It's AMAZING.. I have stopped because it became an everyday occurrence and my pants didn't like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5165170705700891535?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5165170705700891535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5165170705700891535' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5165170705700891535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5165170705700891535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7312746834006975636</id><published>2010-03-21T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:11:41.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curtains Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My very talented mother is making BFF curtains for her house. They are fabulous. I am so mad that I bought curtains from the store, I just want to take mine down and burn them. UGHH! One day, when I have a house, I will have curtains made from fabulous fabric that I pick out! I am so jealous of BFF's curtains. However, I kept my jealousy to a minimum when she asked me to help hang the brackets. I am by no means, the best curtain rod hanger.. but&amp;nbsp;I did try my darndest. I only have two pictures, but don't worry.. there will be more. I am going to her house today to take pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZfuFZ75SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eR_3PvgUbOM/s1600-h/P3190045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZfuFZ75SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eR_3PvgUbOM/s320/P3190045.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yep, there is no MAN job that I can't handle. I do it all!! I mow, weedeat, use power tools, saw, etc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the end result for the living room window. I didn't get the measurements exact, so the curtains hang a little more on the floor than BFF would like.. so she is going to move the rods up a little bit. (I probably won't get invited over for that job, since I screwed it up)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the living room. Aren't you&amp;nbsp;jealous? I AM!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6Zf05IuqwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LCto5vfr27M/s1600-h/P3200047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6Zf05IuqwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/LCto5vfr27M/s320/P3200047.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7312746834006975636?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7312746834006975636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7312746834006975636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7312746834006975636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7312746834006975636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/03/curtains-galore.html' title='Curtains Galore'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZfuFZ75SI/AAAAAAAAAUw/eR_3PvgUbOM/s72-c/P3190045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2969095989015029976</id><published>2010-03-21T12:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T13:01:39.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mossy Balls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe I have&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;1. made more than one post in a week?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. actually have 2 crafty projects going on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. actually took pictures to document these events?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I totally think it's because I am on spring break. Nonetheless, I am really proud of myself.. BUTTTTTTT today is Sunday and that means, school is back tomorrow... and crafts, blogs and what nots shall be forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, on to my craftiness....I have had this little piece of decor for oh,&amp;nbsp;for about&amp;nbsp;8 years or so. (it's a candle holder)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZasWkAq5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/e0heOdJhGvY/s1600-h/P3170031.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZasWkAq5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/e0heOdJhGvY/s320/P3170031.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZeTTvUQLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Bn03WgUpfrM/s1600-h/P3170032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZeTTvUQLI/AAAAAAAAAUo/Bn03WgUpfrM/s320/P3170032.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For 8 years, I have searched for the most perfect candle to fit inside the little holes. These said candles, DO NOT EXIST. I have purchased many a candle... even gone so far as to shave the bottoms off the candle and force them inside the holder. Nope.. nothing works. So, BFF found the below crafty idea on someone's blog (I don't remember who) and I decided I would try it in the candle holders. IT'S PERFECT!!!!!! I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, I searched endlessly for the perfect little styrofoam ball. (Fads and Frames for 79 cents a piece)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6LU6O28BlI/AAAAAAAAASY/pT-52BO6LK0/s1600-h/P3170024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6LU6O28BlI/AAAAAAAAASY/pT-52BO6LK0/s320/P3170024.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I bought a bag of moss at Michaels for 4.99&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZajO_p6AI/AAAAAAAAATo/5ggo6QhHUK0/s1600-h/P3170025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZajO_p6AI/AAAAAAAAATo/5ggo6QhHUK0/s320/P3170025.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I also bought some push pins from Micheals. I think they were like 3 bucks. (You could totally get them at Wal-Mart for cheaper, but I was not down with driving to Wal-Mart when they were right in front of my face at Michaels) You basically just push pin the moss into the styrofoam ball. Make note, I used the larger pins, not the sissy small ones. DON'T BUY SPRAY ADHESIVE.. it doesn't work. I tried it. It sticks to everything but the ball and moss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZamC0uF0I/AAAAAAAAATw/XBFDMabPEGo/s1600-h/P3170027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZamC0uF0I/AAAAAAAAATw/XBFDMabPEGo/s320/P3170027.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZaoWACoHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/05k5p8cJSG4/s1600-h/P3170030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZaoWACoHI/AAAAAAAAAT4/05k5p8cJSG4/s320/P3170030.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You can kinda see the pin in&amp;nbsp;the picture. There is no method to this madness... you just start sticking in pins.&amp;nbsp; I didn't pin any moss into the bottom of the balls because&amp;nbsp;I was afraid they wouldn't fit in the holder.. so the bottoms&amp;nbsp;are kinda naked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZazYvb-gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/h5Wo3gUBQfI/s1600-h/P3170033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZazYvb-gI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/h5Wo3gUBQfI/s320/P3170033.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I put them in the little holder and they are absolutely FABULOUS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;They are so cute finished. I LOVE THEM!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6Za6o6R61I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tCw8n8DKmTA/s1600-h/P3170037.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6Za6o6R61I/AAAAAAAAAUg/tCw8n8DKmTA/s400/P3170037.JPG" vt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6Za3o1TojI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5-uDqpoqbbI/s1600-h/P3170035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6Za3o1TojI/AAAAAAAAAUY/5-uDqpoqbbI/s320/P3170035.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2969095989015029976?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2969095989015029976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2969095989015029976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2969095989015029976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2969095989015029976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/03/mossy-balls.html' title='Mossy Balls'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6ZasWkAq5I/AAAAAAAAAUA/e0heOdJhGvY/s72-c/P3170031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7488826528596090517</id><published>2010-03-18T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:33:34.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Crafty with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So, as I promised.... pictures of my craftiness. Make note, these crafts are a work in progress and none are actually finished yet... Rome wasn't built in a day folks. Also make note, I don't have any before pictures... I'm not a&amp;nbsp;before kinda girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K6ie7s4tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7pPu0ghft9g/s1600-h/P3160020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K6ie7s4tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7pPu0ghft9g/s320/P3160020.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I started out hand sanding the damn thing... and that was just awful.. so I went to my parents house and broke out my dads sander. I would like to know how old this thing is. It had a trigger... you plugged it in and pushed the trigger. I made my mom take a pic of my craftiness!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K6rDk6eGI/AAAAAAAAASA/IVMQm38F3Vc/s1600-h/P3180038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K6rDk6eGI/AAAAAAAAASA/IVMQm38F3Vc/s320/P3180038.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is after my hellofa awesome sanding job. I got after it with a dremmel too. If you don't know what a dremmell is.. look it up. I didn't either... until my cousin introduced me to my new BFF. I sanded this thing for days probably. There were at least 82 layers of paint. I started taping it off..most boring part ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K62J2jHtI/AAAAAAAAASI/PT0F4tmNJJs/s1600-h/P3180039.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K62J2jHtI/AAAAAAAAASI/PT0F4tmNJJs/s320/P3180039.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then I whipped out the trusty dusty spray paint!! I love spray paint. I can just go to town without a brush!! I am using this spray paint for another project I am working on. Can you believe I am working on more than one project. I think the world is coming to an end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K69mOqDZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LImazIPDXSs/s1600-h/P3180040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K69mOqDZI/AAAAAAAAASQ/LImazIPDXSs/s320/P3180040.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Then, I spray painted this mug like it was going out of style. (until I ran out of spray paint) Thank the Lord I live like 1.7 miles from Wal-Mart.. cause tonight, I am making a trip. I will finish this thing before Spring Break 10 ends.&amp;nbsp; So, that's as far as I have gotten. It's now laying in the doorway... waiting for my trip to Wal-Mart and daylight so I can start over!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7488826528596090517?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7488826528596090517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7488826528596090517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7488826528596090517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7488826528596090517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/03/getting-crafty-with-it.html' title='Getting Crafty with it'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S6K6ie7s4tI/AAAAAAAAAR4/7pPu0ghft9g/s72-c/P3160020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-8142345509614896352</id><published>2010-03-16T23:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:24:40.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy crap!</title><content type='html'>Day 2 of productivity and creativity!!! I am on a freaking roll people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-8142345509614896352?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/8142345509614896352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=8142345509614896352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8142345509614896352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8142345509614896352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/03/holy-crap.html' title='Holy crap!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4861435144499016456</id><published>2010-03-16T00:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T00:05:45.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hang on to your horses....</title><content type='html'>I am being crafty... pictures to come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4861435144499016456?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4861435144499016456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4861435144499016456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4861435144499016456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4861435144499016456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/03/hang-on-to-your-horses.html' title='Hang on to your horses....'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1170269633012120177</id><published>2010-03-01T22:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T09:47:24.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>From Innis to Vicksburg</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, about 2 weeks ago Josh and I promised my grandparents we would come for a visit! Well, we loaded up and headed to Innis, Louisiana. (good luck finding that on a map)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yUptyQhNI/AAAAAAAAARw/aTmzkcuUVJM/s1600-h/P2070004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yUptyQhNI/AAAAAAAAARw/aTmzkcuUVJM/s320/P2070004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Josh, PawPaw, MawMaw and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We really had a good time. We always do. My grandparents are so awesome. They are 86 and 84!!! My MawMaw knows how to e-mail! My PawPaw isn't the e-mailer, but he loves to sing and watch Big Joe Polka!! My PawPaw also loves to talk...I mean a lot! He loves to tells stories.. over and over and over again! Josh will just sit and listen and laugh!!&amp;nbsp;Anyway, here is a pic of him after he insisted on cooking my breakfast!! He made eggs, toast and bacon!! It was soo good!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yUSk68ScI/AAAAAAAAARo/86sRXCV9GeY/s1600-h/P2060001.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yUSk68ScI/AAAAAAAAARo/86sRXCV9GeY/s320/P2060001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;PawPaw frying some bacon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway, after we balled out of Innis, we headed to meet our friends from Texas that had been in MS all weekend.. We were going to meet at Rusty's in Vicksburg and grab some lunch.. but Rusty's was closed and we ended up at the Biscuit Company.. umm.. it was a nice meal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yTu_h5Q6I/AAAAAAAAARg/9MP0Lb1r2CI/s1600-h/P2070009.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yTu_h5Q6I/AAAAAAAAARg/9MP0Lb1r2CI/s320/P2070009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Wes, Leeann, Haley and Josh&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/2638292713247888674-1170269633012120177?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1170269633012120177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1170269633012120177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1170269633012120177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1170269633012120177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/03/from-innis-to-viskburg.html' title='From Innis to Vicksburg'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/S4yUptyQhNI/AAAAAAAAARw/aTmzkcuUVJM/s72-c/P2070004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1666665238298256310</id><published>2010-02-27T10:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:11:59.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What?</title><content type='html'>School, is slowly taking over my life. I once was able to surf the internet with pleasure. Now, it is a race against time. I have to prioritize my favorite websites..which one do I want to look at first.. do I have enough time to actually fit three sites in this surf. It's getting ridiculous. I don't like this one bit. I liked my leisure strolls through each page, reading random things and taking my precious time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here is my quick update, &lt;a href="http://sarannersmith.blogspot.com"&gt;BFF&lt;/a&gt; is having a baby girl. Her name is Anne Presley. I am so excited. BFF's belly is poking out and I love it!!!! I can't believe my BFF is having a baby. It's crazy. We started working on our patients this semester in dental hygiene school. I love it. I don't love all the nonsense that we have to do, like teacher check offs, probe every single tooth, etc. but I know it is all for the sake of learning. We are overrun with tests and tests and tests... We have a test on Monday and what do you think about me studying... nope, haven't even started yet. Awesome Haley, way to be on top of your game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, please continue to pray for &lt;a href="http://thedykmanfamily.blogspot.com"&gt;Matt, Ashley and lil Sawyer Dykman&lt;/a&gt;. I went to HS with Ashley and Matt. I keep up with them via their blog. Anyway, ther are expecting, but lil Sawyer has been having a good bit of trouble with his kidneys... so please please please say a prayer for them. It would mean a lot to me and to them, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, another friends blog that I stalk from HS is &lt;a href="http://jamieskitchencreations.blogspot.com"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;. She loves to bake. I love to bake too. Unfortunately, I don't have the time or the space (in this small apartment) to accomplish some of her tasks.I promise though, whenI finish school, I am heading over to her house for some lessons. She only took a few classes. She has a natural talent at this baking thing. I am so jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*side note, I tried to attach links to Matt and Ashleys blog as well as Jamie's. I am not sure I was successful at it or not. My blog is still a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Update: I figured out how to add links. I am a genius!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1666665238298256310?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.thedykmanfamily.blogspot.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1666665238298256310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1666665238298256310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1666665238298256310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1666665238298256310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/02/school-is-slowly-taking-over-my-life.html' title='What?'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-6283471704449440916</id><published>2010-02-01T10:35:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T10:39:54.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PINK OR BLUE?</title><content type='html'>Holy crap.. in two days, my BFF and her hubs find out if they are having a boy or a girl. How exciting? I don't want to know yet.. you wait 18 weeks to find out what it is.. and then you have another 22 to prepare yourself, your house, your family, your animals, etc. I didn't want to find out when my brother and his wife were having a baby... it's like all the suspense is about to end.. and I guess I just want to prolong it for just a little while longer!!! So, 2 days and the fun begins!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-6283471704449440916?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/6283471704449440916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=6283471704449440916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6283471704449440916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6283471704449440916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/02/pink-or-blue.html' title='PINK OR BLUE?'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5941112147221209614</id><published>2010-01-31T00:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T00:26:11.831-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting My Life Together</title><content type='html'>It's an ongoing joke with me that I am always saying, "I am going to get my life together today." I have been saying this forever, but so far.... the only thing I get together is my home life. I never seem to get my school life in order. It's not like it's not in order, but when you are me... TYPE A (for anal) then you thoroughly believe things should be "just so." Anyway, t0morrow is the day I am going to get my life in order. Let's see how this goes. Hubs says I have to get off the computer now because he wants to go to sleep and my typing will keep him awake.. so off to dream of getting my life together!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5941112147221209614?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5941112147221209614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5941112147221209614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5941112147221209614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5941112147221209614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/01/getting-my-life-together.html' title='Getting My Life Together'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-300908787183756530</id><published>2010-01-08T12:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:12:30.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pancakes and Chocolate Milk</title><content type='html'>So, this morning it was 20 degrees outside or something ridiculous like that and I decided venturing outside was not on my list of things to do for the day. Instead, I opted to lay in the bed and stay nice and cozy. Well, after hours of laying in the bed... I got a little bored and decided breakfast would do my body good... a nice, healthy breakfast. I made some warm, soft, fluffy pancakes which I globbed butter all over and then I smothered them in my favorite syrup, Blackburns. I whipped up a nice glass of WHOLE milk with about 92 tablespoons of Hershey's syrup. Now, I'm on the couch watching none other than HGTV!!!! I will eventually get up and be productive. I think there are 6 trips worth of trash in my apartment because Josh and I are too lazy to actually take it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, so back to wallowing on the couch I go... I start school monday and it's not gonna be pretty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-300908787183756530?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/300908787183756530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=300908787183756530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/300908787183756530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/300908787183756530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2010/01/pancakes-and-chocolate-milk.html' title='Pancakes and Chocolate Milk'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-8993102309622833249</id><published>2009-11-05T08:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T08:31:46.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear and Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>I took the biggest leap of my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stepped into an elevator alone. This is probably one of my greatest fears. Being alone in an elevator terrifies me. I can't tell you the last time I actually rode an elevator by myself. The thought petrifies me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. I DID IT! I rode an elevator by myself, with a little encouragement from about 10 of my dental hygiene friends!! I told Leigh I wanted to get on it.. she encouraged me.... more like convinced me!! I was scared, palms were sweaty, stomach in knots.. crazy. So, I got on it. Then, as the doors started to shut I got halfway out so the door wouldn't shut. I thought I might have a heart attack. As you see, I didn't. I got back on. Leigh said, push the button and breathe... I did. The doors shut and I rode from the 4th floor to the 2nd. I squealed the whole way down... and when the doors opened and my friends were standing there clapping..I cried.  Cried cause I rode it, cried cause they cared so much, cried cause I was glad to get off the elevator.. you name it.. I was crying about it... BUT I DID IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think it's really fear...it's like I had a small issue with riding the elevator alone and I got so used to not riding the elevator alone that I figured I just couldn't ever ride it alone...but I forced myself to get over the fear... so NOW.. onto more elevators. I will conquer this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-8993102309622833249?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/8993102309622833249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=8993102309622833249' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8993102309622833249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8993102309622833249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/11/fear-and-accomplishment.html' title='Fear and Accomplishment'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1055524081659436192</id><published>2009-10-10T23:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:34:12.644-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC to SO-JACK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFgIUAW0AI/AAAAAAAAARM/dyMeRt19Um8/s1600-h/P9210061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391195924864618498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFgIUAW0AI/AAAAAAAAARM/dyMeRt19Um8/s320/P9210061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My NYC friends came to Jackson.. I miss them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1055524081659436192?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1055524081659436192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1055524081659436192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1055524081659436192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1055524081659436192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/10/nyc-to-so-jack.html' title='NYC to SO-JACK'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFgIUAW0AI/AAAAAAAAARM/dyMeRt19Um8/s72-c/P9210061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4015169007918291671</id><published>2009-10-10T23:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:31:20.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This will only take a second</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, before I begin this story, let's remember, my husband said this would only take a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The hubs works an hour and ten minutes away, so we never get to grab lunch or hang out, but he had Thursday off! I was so glad we were actually going to spend some time together. We had Tiffany's surprise birthday party that night that I had to get ready for, but we were going to hang out and do a couple of things before her party. So, we head to Newks for lunch. I even took a picture of hubs for proof that we did eat lunch together! Isn't he cute here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391191125059225218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbw7VkxoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lIndg7aME_Q/s320/PA080059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;hubs eating lunch&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So, then he informs me we "have to go to his deer camp for a second" to take this deer stand down. It won't take long he promises. Make note, I still have to get ready for this party... like pick up the cake, get some decorations, etc... not just show up to the party. So, we head to his parents house... where we have to hook up the trailer, air the tires in the 4-wheeler, load the 4-wheeler, go to Norman's house to get the ladder and drive to deercamp. We arrive at the deercamp to take down the deerstand because they are clear cutting the land. As most of you know, I am a tree hugging hippie. I love the world. So, I almost cry and stop to take a picture of the trees they are going to cut down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391192514320897586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFdByvXljI/AAAAAAAAARE/5Vy7kE0vJ-M/s320/PA080066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sad about the trees :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We unload the 4-wheeler and the ladder to ride to our deerstand destination. We get off the 4-wheeler, walk about 50 yards to the tree.. and I'm thinking.. this is gonna take a second. Look at the pic below.. that's not gonna take a second to move.. more like days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391190831460102082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbf1mFr8I/AAAAAAAAAQk/YfBImfcH7w0/s320/PA080067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the stand, please make note of how tall it is compared to the hubs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, a lot of manual labor goes into this move. We have to set up the ladder, climb it, unhinge the binders (or something like that) and attempt to slide this stand down on the tree... we can't let it fall and if we did.. i was instructed to RUN. So needless to say, we get it down safe. Well, remember how I told you we had to walk 50 yards to the stand.. NOW we have to carry the damn thing back to the 4 wheeler.... BUT before we carry it there, we have to take it apart. JUST FABULOUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we take it apart.. carry it back to the 4-wheeler.. two trips cause we took it apart. THEN, as we are loading it up on the 4-wheeler..HUBS informs me he lost one of the bindings (or whatever it is). How in the world are we supposed to find a binding (or whatever it is) when it matches the freaking ground. By this time, I am sweating profusely. Sweat is dripping in places I didn't know it could drip in. We find the binding (or whatever it is).. then the hubs informs me there is no room on the 4-wheeler for me. He will come back in a minute to pick me up since he his carrying the big part of the deerstand. WELL HELL NO. I am not staying in these woods all alone for even a second.. so you best believe I piled my big butt on the front of the 4-wheeler and off we went. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So now, we come to this huge waterhole..since it was only going to take a second, I am not dressed in "deercamp" appropriate clothing. So, I have to hop off and let him LEAVE ME ALONE in the woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391190843561220306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbgirOGNI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/rO_ahc2o7YE/s320/PA080070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This wasn't a puddle I could just walk through or jump over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;SO, I get off the 4-wheeler and wait.. patiently...ALONE.. in the woods.. with noises and bugs and you get the picture. I found a flower to keep me company.. so I took a picture of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391190839323237938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbgS4znjI/AAAAAAAAAQs/5oqK0zo0INw/s320/PA080069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story longer, it took 3 hours and I had to book it to get back, get dressed, get the cake, get the decorations and get to the party.. all before the surprise guest arrived. WHEW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4015169007918291671?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4015169007918291671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4015169007918291671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4015169007918291671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4015169007918291671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-will-only-take-second.html' title='This will only take a second'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbw7VkxoI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/lIndg7aME_Q/s72-c/PA080059.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5315912742994171662</id><published>2009-10-10T23:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:12:49.048-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bath, Wash Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbA4ioRfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/eu9Txdiq-eU/s1600-h/PA040056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391190299674953202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbA4ioRfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/eu9Txdiq-eU/s320/PA040056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I totally babysat the nephew and he didn't die or leave with anything he didn't come with!!! Look at him as BFF and I gave him a bath. I gave him a mohawk, but you can't really see it. I tell you what. He looks just like my brother. I love little Ryker man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5315912742994171662?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5315912742994171662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5315912742994171662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5315912742994171662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5315912742994171662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-bath-wash-yourself.html' title='Take a Bath, Wash Yourself'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFbA4ioRfI/AAAAAAAAAQc/eu9Txdiq-eU/s72-c/PA040056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4344076025327877971</id><published>2009-10-10T23:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:09:03.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFaP01_OmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ac3tRA_kg6o/s1600-h/PA080063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391189456868817506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFaP01_OmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ac3tRA_kg6o/s320/PA080063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Polar got run over.. He was laying under the tire of a man's truck (who shall remain nameless) and he accidentally ran over him. He is doing much better.. but bless his little head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4344076025327877971?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4344076025327877971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4344076025327877971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4344076025327877971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4344076025327877971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/10/run-over.html' title='Run Over'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/StFaP01_OmI/AAAAAAAAAQU/Ac3tRA_kg6o/s72-c/PA080063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3803329612224988344</id><published>2009-10-10T00:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T00:42:37.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things</title><content type='html'>I wanna say and post and show.. but I just can't get it together. Life, get together so I can get back to blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3803329612224988344?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3803329612224988344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3803329612224988344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3803329612224988344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3803329612224988344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-many-things.html' title='So many things'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5934267413915593652</id><published>2009-09-21T09:22:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:24:33.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to my Grandparents!</title><content type='html'>My brother just informed me that my 83 year old grandmother who e-mails and works a computer like a pro checks out my blog. I must give a shout out to my grandmother!!! Hey MAWMAW!!! I am sorry I haven't been posting very much, but school is a little time consuming..and you better believe I put my social life before blogging!!! OK, gotta get dressed to go to school. Promise to update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5934267413915593652?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5934267413915593652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5934267413915593652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5934267413915593652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5934267413915593652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/09/shout-out-to-my-grandparents.html' title='Shout out to my Grandparents!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5151593019976376127</id><published>2009-08-23T23:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:15:57.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOEtally on accident</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SpITyWCFzeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QGqxzZ2mdoc/s1600-h/DSC_1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373379061035159010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SpITyWCFzeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QGqxzZ2mdoc/s320/DSC_1985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I kicked Brother's foot and about took off his toe.. he apparently took pictures of it on my camera so I could feel even worse than I already did. Thanks brother.&lt;br /&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/2638292713247888674-5151593019976376127?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5151593019976376127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5151593019976376127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5151593019976376127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5151593019976376127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/08/toetally-on-accident.html' title='TOEtally on accident'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SpITyWCFzeI/AAAAAAAAAQI/QGqxzZ2mdoc/s72-c/DSC_1985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2785838584960794971</id><published>2009-08-23T23:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T23:13:30.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You just don't get any cuter than this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SpITF6HkVbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/taVgFGSG_yc/s1600-h/DSC_1960.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373378297627694514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SpITF6HkVbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/taVgFGSG_yc/s320/DSC_1960.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my little nephew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nicholas Ryker Brooks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.9 lbs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21 inches &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BEAUTIFUL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2785838584960794971?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2785838584960794971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2785838584960794971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2785838584960794971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2785838584960794971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-just-dont-get-any-cute-than-this.html' title='You just don&apos;t get any cuter than this'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SpITF6HkVbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/taVgFGSG_yc/s72-c/DSC_1960.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2364963954887363278</id><published>2009-07-28T16:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T16:24:01.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow is "THE DAY"</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day my nephew finally arrives!!!!!!! Ryker Brooks will be here and I can't wait to meet him. I am so excited.. I know I won't be able to study for my final or sleep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2364963954887363278?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2364963954887363278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2364963954887363278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2364963954887363278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2364963954887363278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-day.html' title='Tomorrow is &quot;THE DAY&quot;'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4750971469599715587</id><published>2009-07-21T15:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:44:10.449-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She's officially double digits!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361016241164249666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn3hGx6kI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CDd25H51sDQ/s320/P7140006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; My niece has turned 10, well not officially til Sunday, but she's already had her party, so she might as well be 10. Anyway, we pimped out to Byram to the luai at the Pizza Hut. My poor sis in law is about to pop... and she was woar (pronounce woah) out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn47hti-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/bUQvgD93LBE/s1600-h/P7140009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361016265436400610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn47hti-I/AAAAAAAAAPo/bUQvgD93LBE/s320/P7140009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Had to get a pic of hubby and wifey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn4vLIp7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/qNAgxpUbqpc/s1600-h/P7140011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361016262120482738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn4vLIp7I/AAAAAAAAAPg/qNAgxpUbqpc/s320/P7140011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madison, and her two cousins, Mary Grace and Anna Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn4FTt73I/AAAAAAAAAPY/dK_hlY04E3c/s1600-h/P7140001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361016250882191218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn4FTt73I/AAAAAAAAAPY/dK_hlY04E3c/s320/P7140001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin, Allison and me in the other room, avoiding all the chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn395fdhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IoMxUIo_kHw/s1600-h/P7140003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361016248893142546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn395fdhI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/IoMxUIo_kHw/s320/P7140003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dad thought Sara Beth would like to take a picture together. Dad told me to paste it on Facebook and say he was her boyfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4750971469599715587?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4750971469599715587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4750971469599715587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4750971469599715587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4750971469599715587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/shes-officially-double-digits.html' title='She&apos;s officially double digits!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYn3hGx6kI/AAAAAAAAAPI/CDd25H51sDQ/s72-c/P7140006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-502495089749443689</id><published>2009-07-21T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T15:38:34.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking it to South Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmOOGOuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MN6UlFTUlp4/s1600-h/P7180046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014432175405426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmOOGOuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MN6UlFTUlp4/s320/P7180046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, we represented the SO to the Jizay this past weekend. BFF and I drugged our husbands and forced them to come to the ever so classy Reed Pierces in Byram. Look at the guys in this pic, they can't deny what an awesome time they had. BFF and I should have worn our South Jackson shirt. CRAP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmN11jisI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YW0FM0KyMpc/s1600-h/P7180037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014425663015618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmN11jisI/AAAAAAAAAO4/YW0FM0KyMpc/s320/P7180037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at these guys.. they are living it up.  I even convinced Mom and Pops to join in on the fun. We pretty much just people watched all night. Even ran into some of the most random people ever.. a cousin of mine that lives in Magee, Celeste Sutherland, Brad Vice (my 8th grade boyfriend), Chris Snells dad, Ben Malley, and the list goes on. I had no idea it was the place to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmNXVFycI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NclQHRlraSQ/s1600-h/P7180035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014417473784258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmNXVFycI/AAAAAAAAAOw/NclQHRlraSQ/s320/P7180035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Saranne's classy sister even humped the floor on several occassions. Too bad I didn't get a shot of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmNB0NHXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u9GzNR6chlA/s1600-h/P7180040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014411698707826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmNB0NHXI/AAAAAAAAAOo/u9GzNR6chlA/s320/P7180040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; However, I did get a shot of the BFF, her mom and sister juking it out on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmM9zzVdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vZu63zwOGj4/s1600-h/P7180049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361014410623276498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmM9zzVdI/AAAAAAAAAOg/vZu63zwOGj4/s320/P7180049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what this move is BFF, but you gotta teach me.. That's pretty much one of a kind there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-502495089749443689?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/502495089749443689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=502495089749443689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/502495089749443689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/502495089749443689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-it-to-south-jackson.html' title='Taking it to South Jackson'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SmYmOOGOuXI/AAAAAAAAAPA/MN6UlFTUlp4/s72-c/P7180046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7773153211289458694</id><published>2009-07-14T17:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:24:22.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coastin' to the Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DDwGGLOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mMNa2MkNjj8/s1600-h/P7110007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358442494625721570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DDwGGLOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mMNa2MkNjj8/s320/P7110007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, the Windham clan decided to take a mini vacay... Well, it was a vacation for most of us. Tom (FIL) and Ben (BIL) had to actually do work.. but the rest of didn't. So, here is Tiffnee (as Ben calls her) and me after eating lunch at Schooners. Let me just say, there's not a wide variety of places to eat since Katrina made her debut almost 4 years ago. There are no pictures of the night before because we trusted Nelly the Navigator to take us to a place to eat.. but driving around with a 3 year old who is hungry for almost an hour and Nelly taking us to places destroyed by the hurricane.. pictures did not make it to the forefront of my mind.. eating did!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358442482920901538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DDEfcy6I/AAAAAAAAANo/a5kj5FGlWSM/s320/P7110018.JPG" border="0" /&gt; When we went to Florida a few weeks ago and stayed with The Jones', they do this fabulous wine and cheese each night on the beach. Tiffany and I absolutely fell in love with the idea. Tiffany decided we would do it while we were on the coast.. so we found this awesome cheese place called Epicure and loaded up on some cheeses. Then we headed to a liquor store to stock up on some wine.. we had to keep the party indoors due to the impending rain.. but since we had an ocean view.. it seemed like we were on the beach!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358442492088887970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DDmpRKqI/AAAAAAAAANw/qv18R0IJMBU/s320/P7110014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Riley wanted to participate, so we gave her some wine (apple juice) in her own little wine glass. She thought she was on top of the world.. *make note, she did down that apple juice rather quickly. I think her parents might want to be a bit concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DC_L63QI/AAAAAAAAANg/JIJGWXYbY9k/s1600-h/P7110026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358442481496808706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DC_L63QI/AAAAAAAAANg/JIJGWXYbY9k/s320/P7110026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Josh and me after eating at Mary Mahoney's.. which by the way BLOWS. We have eaten there twice and it has pretty much sucked both times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DCXn2gBI/AAAAAAAAANY/T1HY64FYPW8/s1600-h/P7120031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358442470876545042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DCXn2gBI/AAAAAAAAANY/T1HY64FYPW8/s320/P7120031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way home, it stormed, but in the end there was a double rainbow.. now that made my day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7773153211289458694?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7773153211289458694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7773153211289458694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7773153211289458694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7773153211289458694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/coastin-to-coast.html' title='Coastin&apos; to the Coast'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0DDwGGLOI/AAAAAAAAAN4/mMNa2MkNjj8/s72-c/P7110007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4551046646900691306</id><published>2009-07-14T17:06:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T17:10:38.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The celebrations continue..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BjoB0aKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n-cYFVtRYuM/s1600-h/P7090001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358440843192854690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BjoB0aKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n-cYFVtRYuM/s320/P7090001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MMM... Mary Beth made some more cupcakes for another "BFF Birthday Celebration"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Look how pretty they were.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BjI12-bI/AAAAAAAAANI/7bHKV5bjLlU/s1600-h/P7090002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358440834821192114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BjI12-bI/AAAAAAAAANI/7bHKV5bjLlU/s320/P7090002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look, BFF is sporting her South Jackson shirt that her BFF got her.. and she wanted to even go as far as pretending like she still lived there.. so she threw up the deuces. Awesome. MB and I just wanted a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BiwBoSgI/AAAAAAAAANA/VWoG_8zw29Q/s1600-h/P7090003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358440828159674882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BiwBoSgI/AAAAAAAAANA/VWoG_8zw29Q/s320/P7090003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This guy's ( I refer to him as a guy because I have no idea who he was) dog decided he was hungry.. so he wanted to lick on the dirty plates. I guess he was successful because he later threw up on BFF's floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4551046646900691306?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4551046646900691306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4551046646900691306' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4551046646900691306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4551046646900691306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/celebrations-continue.html' title='The celebrations continue..'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sl0BjoB0aKI/AAAAAAAAANQ/n-cYFVtRYuM/s72-c/P7090001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7064104569394206215</id><published>2009-07-10T07:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T08:05:34.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's BFF's Birthday.. like we didn't know!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, if you don't already know, BFF's birthday is like the biggest holiday of the year... no joke. She mostly just rambles on about her birthday, makes some ridiculously long wish list and then terrorizes the rest of the world about how it's her birthday! (Sorry BFF, just giving you grief)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, for the annual event, since this is the first year I have actually lived here and been able to celebrate the momentous occassion.. I decided cupcakes were a must. So, being the Betty Crocker that I am, I whipped up some fab cupcakes with almond icing.. and if I must say so myself, they were delish! I had to give my cupcakes a shoutout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813623094781426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Slc5m8yJpfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jc7ksCbqtwk/s320/P7080002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving right along, if you don't know that Saranne and I married two friends from Rankin County, well now you know. They give us all kinds of grief because A. we are from Hinds County which is not nearly as cool as Rankin County B. we are from Byram and they technically consider that "South Jackson" and C. we are BFF and that requires a lot of time being spent together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Jenny P and I were perusing around Chane in Fondren the other day and I spotted it.. The light shone down from the sky.. and there it was.. BFF's birthday present.. The most perfect gift EVER.. so perfect.. I got myself one. See below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813627554231714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Slc5nNZXdaI/AAAAAAAAAMI/4HRR3eA4pmw/s320/P7080009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't resist it when this lady stood up and had a serious wedgie.. Those aren't shorts.. it's a skirt with a serious problem.. called "you should wear panties so you don't have people take pictures of your awful wedgie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Slc5nkGKecI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y4cUDWQl_-s/s1600-h/P7080022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813633647704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Slc5nkGKecI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Y4cUDWQl_-s/s320/P7080022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, to top of the night, BFF, being the most graceful individual ever, slung one of her gifts out of the car and onto the ground. She broke the candle holder. So, we went to great measures to save this thing. I am talking hardcore here. We hammered the rest of her candle, put on some rubber gloves and removed all the glass, dug my old candle holder out of the garbage can(it was at the bottom in nastiness), heated it up in a pot to get all the old wax out, cleaned it out, and then cut her candle to fit it "nicely" in the "new" candle holder. Well, it pretty much looks like guacamole in a bowl now.. but this picture is when we got out the ole cutting board and went to town to get the candle in the jar.. Geez louise... remind me not to do that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356813640097797266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Slc5n8H_FJI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zbiVUyuxdNo/s320/P7080025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*make note: BFF has already sported her SOUTH JACKSON shirt. Thanks for making me proud and representin'!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2638292713247888674-7064104569394206215?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7064104569394206215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7064104569394206215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7064104569394206215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7064104569394206215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-bffs-birthday-like-we-didnt-know.html' title='It&apos;s BFF&apos;s Birthday.. like we didn&apos;t know!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Slc5m8yJpfI/AAAAAAAAAMA/jc7ksCbqtwk/s72-c/P7080002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7786510541258116546</id><published>2009-07-09T10:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:21:56.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is near...</title><content type='html'>Seems like Faxima the Maxima has taken a turn for the worst...&lt;br /&gt;She hasn't been feeling so well these last few weeks and her doctor visits have been costing us an arm and a leg. We haven't even seen her for three weeks since she has been at the hospital. She may come out alive.. but if she does.. she's heading to a local parking lot with a for sale sign on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Also, make note, my husband is loving this seeing as how I refused to let him have a truck.. looks like his wish is coming true after all my huffing and puffing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7786510541258116546?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7786510541258116546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7786510541258116546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7786510541258116546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7786510541258116546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/07/end-is-near.html' title='The end is near...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3813799434838589083</id><published>2009-06-25T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T17:42:25.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pretty much obsessed...</title><content type='html'>with &lt;a href="http://www.thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com/"&gt;www.thriftydecorchick.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she is so creative... i don't take on any of her tasks.. but she's awesome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3813799434838589083?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3813799434838589083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3813799434838589083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3813799434838589083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3813799434838589083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-pretty-much-obsessed.html' title='I am pretty much obsessed...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1773882978590511576</id><published>2009-06-23T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T22:05:01.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Commission</title><content type='html'>My poor camera has been out of commission for quite some time now.. but hopefully I can get the thing fixed and upload some PICS... cause i have lots of em with lots of stories to tell.  school is interfering with my errand running, so I am having to play catch up with errands.. My to do list is long and I don't like it one bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1773882978590511576?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1773882978590511576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1773882978590511576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1773882978590511576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1773882978590511576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/06/out-of-commission.html' title='Out of Commission'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4389190221611747939</id><published>2009-05-11T23:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:32:11.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't drink the water or you will get married!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44jMNPAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Gy6vdHt4x24/s1600-h/P5090004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334787409023155202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44jMNPAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Gy6vdHt4x24/s320/P5090004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me, Jess, Saranne and Emma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Al my friends are getting hitched!! I am so excited for them! My really good friend Jessica from highschool is getting married June 6th! We are twins....not really, but in 10th and 11th grade, we accidentally had everything alike.. it was crazy. We had every single class together, we had assigned parking spots by each other, we drove the same color car, we had the same color folders for our classes, we had a bunch of other stuff alike too, but I can't remember. Anyway, then something happened (I don't know what or I would insert it here) and we weren't really friends. We probably didn't talk at all through our whole college careers. Then, in 2005 all the highschool gals were all  home for summer... and we pretty much hung out every thursday and friday night. Now, we are all back together again.. like we never went to college and didn't speak to one another!! I love friends.. anyway, I am a bridesmaid and we are gearing up for her wedding.  We just had a shower for her at my mom and dads house. The only bad thing, I think this is the only picture I have. Terrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44WOXbAI/AAAAAAAAALw/BCuG7bznfGg/s1600-h/P5020036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334787405542550530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44WOXbAI/AAAAAAAAALw/BCuG7bznfGg/s320/P5020036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dan and Ashlea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now, Dan and Ashlea.. well they are a whole other story. Dan decided he wanted to date Ashlea... so they date and we are sorta kinda friends. They come to a wedding shower of mine and the wedding and we become so so friends.. then Dan dumps her out of the middle of nowhere.. cause he sucks.. Well, BFF and I decided we like Ashlea and we wanted to keep her and not Dan, so we did. We did put up with a lot of whining from Ashlea about how she and Dan were supposed to be together forever and blah blah blah. We thought she was crazy.. turns out she was right.. and Dan finally decided he couldn't stand being without Ashlea and now they are engaged and i'm in their wedding too!!  Ashlea and I have become really good friends over the last few years.. and I love her to death. She's spastic, anal (even more than me), wakes up way too early, is a total klutz and I love her to death!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44Ik1A2I/AAAAAAAAALo/lC1jg4vwNO0/s1600-h/P5020026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334787401878668130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44Ik1A2I/AAAAAAAAALo/lC1jg4vwNO0/s320/P5020026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JenBenHoboski, me, Ashlea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JenBen is a third story. JenBen has been dating a good friend of mine from highschool.. Josh Hobock. They have been together for like 10 years or something.. ok not that long, but you get the point here. Anyway, so I have become friends with the future Mrs. JenBenHoboski!! I am enjoying getting to know her. She's so fun to be around. Anyway, so Hobock finally proposed and we have another wedding to plan!!! Good grief guys, stop getting married!! I can't keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4389190221611747939?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4389190221611747939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4389190221611747939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4389190221611747939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4389190221611747939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/05/dont-drink-water-or-you-will-get.html' title='Don&apos;t drink the water or you will get married!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj44jMNPAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/Gy6vdHt4x24/s72-c/P5090004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1422820842971354442</id><published>2009-05-11T23:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:15:20.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst case scenario</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783511170885762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1VqjzqII/AAAAAAAAALA/FJREH12M1ms/s320/P5100023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet Sticks and Bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the worst story ever. Josh and I pulled up to his parents house to celebrate Mother's day and we came across these two random dogs. Well, there are actually three, but the third one was down at the pond with Josh's cousin. Here is the  story of how these pups came about... My grandpaw in law was coming to my in-laws for Mother's Day supper. He passed a dog that seemed extremely malnourished. He got to my in-laws house and told my MIL about the dog he saw. She loves animals and they decided to go back and get the dog. Well, they get there and this sweet little thing has a brother and a sister that come walking out. All 3 have been starving to death.. literally. They are skin and bones and nothing else. When Josh and I arrive, we only see two.. everyone kept telling us, the third one was much worse. This is the worst I have ever seen any dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1WU9uwTI/AAAAAAAAALY/_0fsc2b7tME/s1600-h/P5100026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783522553905458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1WU9uwTI/AAAAAAAAALY/_0fsc2b7tME/s320/P5100026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see all their bones?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1WOyuXyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L8wlwwaENX8/s1600-h/P5100022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783520897130274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1WOyuXyI/AAAAAAAAALQ/L8wlwwaENX8/s320/P5100022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So skinny and this one had a piece of ear missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1V5puXuI/AAAAAAAAALI/xKuzkGLUefE/s1600-h/P5100029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783515222236898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1V5puXuI/AAAAAAAAALI/xKuzkGLUefE/s320/P5100029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the third dog... can you believe this?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1VQjqFhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LukY9KRHtig/s1600-h/P5100028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334783504190936594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1VQjqFhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/LukY9KRHtig/s320/P5100028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the worst thing I have ever seen... If she lived, I was going to name her Lucky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, the story goes like this.. they are the sweetest dogs ever. They are kind, love people, love touch, love food, and are really sweet! Today, my mother in law was going to take them to the vet. They had an appt at 4. I had class this morning, but said I would come over afterwards and sit with them. I got there around 9:30 am and stayed til 1:30 pm. I fed them, played with them, let them lay on me.. they are just precious. Anyway, later on in the day, my mother in law came to take them to the vet, but the third and unhealthiest dog was gone. She took the other two to the vet and they had their shots, got antibiotics for worms and are going to get better. They are on a high protein diet with lots of rice so they can get to feeling better. We searched today for a long time for the third dog, but she never came back. So sad.. she was the one I wanted to live. All dogs go to heaven...part 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img class="gl_video" alt="Add Video" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1422820842971354442?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1422820842971354442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1422820842971354442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1422820842971354442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1422820842971354442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/05/worst-case-scenario.html' title='Worst case scenario'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sgj1VqjzqII/AAAAAAAAALA/FJREH12M1ms/s72-c/P5100023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2605273088961784665</id><published>2009-04-30T16:17:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:26:03.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Mad</title><content type='html'>So, yeah I mentioned that running thing I was taking on...Well I hate it. If I knew my mother didn't read this, I may let out a string of cuss words to express my hatred for it. Ok, so it's not that bad. This is week three. I haven't done so well. The routine changed up a bit and threw me for a loop. Instead of running, 90 seconds.. I had to run 90 seconds, walk 90 seconds, run 3 minutes, walk 3 minutes. That's right, 3 minutes. That's a long time people. You actually only have to do it 2x, but I couldn't make it 2nd time. I ran maybe 1 minute of it. I better shape up or ship out I suppose. Shout to Randi Kale King. I saw her checking the mail, but I couldn't run fast enough to get there to say hey... so hey now. I also didn't have enough energy to flail my arm in the air for an attempted wave... I couldn't even yell hello cause I would never recover my breathing! I am pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, some exciting news. I am finished with BIOLOGY! If you refer back to a previous post where I discussed my disgust with Biology.. you will understand how thrilled I am about this accomplishment. I even came out of the class with a B!! I even failed the last test and the final and still made a B!! Now, that's what I am talking about. I had to make at least a 34 on the final to have a B! I made a 58.. still an F and I don't even care! If you know me, I am pretty anal retentive about grades, so this is a big deal for me NOT to care. I got an A in lab too which makes things even better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh is going out of town this weekend.. for a man trip.. to do man things.. with his man friends. Whatever that consist of! Im pretty pumped I get to do whatever I want. Think I will put clean sheets on the bed, soak in the tub, paint my toes, watch a movie, better yet... watch Sex and The City!!!! MMMM, I can already tell this is gonna be a good weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have to attend Dan's shower Saturday night, which by the way, Claire is not coming too cause she is a piece of crap bridesmaid. She hasn't come to anything. You suck CLAIRE! Saranne's not coming either, but she at least made it to her shower the other weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post pics of that fo sho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, must  take a bath to head to class... boo. I will be glad when school is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2605273088961784665?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2605273088961784665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2605273088961784665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2605273088961784665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2605273088961784665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/running-mad.html' title='Running Mad'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3785301451601609890</id><published>2009-04-20T16:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T17:02:00.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you smarter than a 5th grader?</title><content type='html'>I may be smarter, but that doesn't mean I'm not scared of them. Tomorrow, I have to speak to a bunch of 5th graders about the water cycle. It's not that I am petrified of the 5th graders. I am really scared of the other adults standing around listening to me. What if I don't have a clue about what I am talking about or I can't speak or even worse.. I spit out a few cuss words in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;I have printed out several articles to use as a discussion for it.. so hopefully I can get on a 5th grade level and maybe even get a smile or two out of these kids. Wish me luck, cause I am literally scared to death.. probably won't be able to sleep tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3785301451601609890?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3785301451601609890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3785301451601609890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3785301451601609890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3785301451601609890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-smarter-than-5th-grader.html' title='Are you smarter than a 5th grader?'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-6727769150033702880</id><published>2009-04-18T18:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T18:53:57.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention!</title><content type='html'>I hear the Lord doesn't give you more than you can handle... I think he's showing me now. I am paying attention Lord... I am paying attention...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-6727769150033702880?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/6727769150033702880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=6727769150033702880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6727769150033702880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6727769150033702880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/attention.html' title='Attention!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-657251260855004626</id><published>2009-04-15T21:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:08:57.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Run Haley Run</title><content type='html'>Oooooh. I must say, I didn't give myself 4 days before I gave up on running. I am on week 2 already. I have only run a total of 4 times, but this is an accomplishment like no other!! I am so proud of myself. If I could take pics of myself while running, I would.. and I would post them! I did buy a watch today so I can stop carrying my mother's kitchen timer with me when I run. Although, I do pretty much feel like "I'm done" when I finish running. Did you get my funny? Anyway, so my watch is pretty fabulous and I enjoyed running with it today. Josh just got home and we are about to eat supper. Yeah, it's pretty much gonna be 10:30 pm when we eat.. but at least we are gonna eat. He's grilling shrimp and wings. I am whipping up some squash, english peas and this devine pasta salad with feta and balsamic! Can you tell I'm starved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-657251260855004626?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/657251260855004626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=657251260855004626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/657251260855004626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/657251260855004626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/run-haley-run.html' title='Run Haley Run'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7198664963661464443</id><published>2009-04-14T13:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:48:57.144-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paint by numbers..</title><content type='html'>We be painting up a storm at my brothers house... getting the baby's room together. It's coming together nicely.. except for the fact that really dark brown paint doesn't work well.. you have to paint like a thousand times to get it to look right.. we are on coat number 2... Brother is working on the accent wall. Hope we finish by the time the kid arrives. I'll post pics of the mess we have made of the poor childs room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7198664963661464443?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7198664963661464443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7198664963661464443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7198664963661464443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7198664963661464443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/paint-by-numbers.html' title='Paint by numbers..'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4583471183541731163</id><published>2009-04-13T20:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:58:42.645-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Week 2</title><content type='html'>I started week 2. This week I should begin running 90 seconds and walking 2 minutes for a total of 20 minutes... but I'm not going to start it just yet. I am going to do another week 1, which is run 60 seconds and walk 90 seconds for a total of 20 minutes.... just to be sure I can make it!!! I don't want to wear myself out. As much as I didn't want to run today, I did. I avoided it all day and decided when I got to my parents tonight I would run... well of course, it started to rain.. but it slacked up and I got my butt out there and started the week... so I just wanted to give myself a shout out!!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4583471183541731163?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4583471183541731163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4583471183541731163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4583471183541731163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4583471183541731163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/week-2.html' title='Week 2'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-250436263467458404</id><published>2009-04-13T16:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:22:49.571-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unsolved Mystery</title><content type='html'>Ok, I am beginning to think something is really murfed up here.. for almost a year I have been having this recurring problem and I have yet to find the culprit. Holes in shirts... I probably have thrown away at least 6 shirts and now have at least 4 in my closet that have holes in the shirt. The twist is, the holes are in the same spot... in all the shirts. Please explain this to me. The holes are in the front of the shirts where my pants are. I have checked all my pants, but I don't know where these holes are coming from. I am getting a little preturbed.. as I am having to constantly get rid of shirts. Yesterday, I had a shirt on and it had 3 holes.. all right beside each other.. good shirts, old shirts, new shirts, fugly shirts.. you name it.. they have holes in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-250436263467458404?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/250436263467458404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=250436263467458404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/250436263467458404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/250436263467458404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/unsolved-mystery.html' title='The Unsolved Mystery'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3299850803137884296</id><published>2009-04-10T09:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T09:15:08.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And we're off</title><content type='html'>to New Orleans for a night of debauchery.....to celebrate Ashlea's looming nuptuals!!! See ya when we get back, if we make it back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3299850803137884296?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3299850803137884296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3299850803137884296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3299850803137884296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3299850803137884296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-were-off.html' title='And we&apos;re off'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-6586492998742200284</id><published>2009-04-08T14:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T14:14:53.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swinging Bridge 5K</title><content type='html'>That's right.. Josh and I came up with a plan. I have a goal.. the Byram Swinging Bridge 5K July 11. That gives me plenty of time to work up to running a COMPLETE 5K!!! I am so pumped about it I can't see straight. I am about to get dressed to start Workout 2 of the 5K. Josh said, "Haley, just do the first 3 weeks and then we will go from there." You think he's doubting I am gonna make it til week 3? Sounded like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the adventures of my first paint job! Brother and I are going to paint the babies room since Stephanie has to work, has been having heart problems and shouldn't be around paint anyway. I will be sure to take my camera... cause only the Lord knows what kind of hot mess we are going to make of the room or ourselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop procrastinating and get dressed....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-6586492998742200284?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/6586492998742200284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=6586492998742200284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6586492998742200284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6586492998742200284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/swinging-bridge-5k.html' title='Swinging Bridge 5K'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4577668805164365860</id><published>2009-04-06T17:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T17:34:28.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Couch to 5k</title><content type='html'>So, I consumed a LIttle Ceasars pizza today for lunch. I chose the pizza route for lunch today, because number 1 my husband was at work and I knew I could dispose of the box in the apartment trash bin and he would never know I ate it. Reason 2 is because as I was pulling into my apartment complex, I saw the Pizza Hut van delivering and a Papa John's delivery car... I knew it was meant to be.  So, I left and drove to Little Ceasars and obtained my 5.94 pepperoni pizza and a 20 0z Mountain Dew. So, I go home and plop down on the couch for a little HGTV. Then, I fell asleep. So, now I have consumed pretty much a whole pizza, a 20 oz MD and now a nap. Way to go Haley. Way to be on top of your life. I slept for about an hour and a half.. woke up... ate some more pizza. I spend the night with my parents on Monday nights because I have school in Raymond on Tuesday mornings... so I gather all of my things, clean up and ball out. I stop by the trash can and throw away all the trash and then bebop on outta there towards Byram. After my delightful drive to B-town, with the sunroof open and the music loud... I about swerved off the road when I realized.... GASP... I left the pizza box on the coffee table. I didn't throw it away with the trash. My husband will now see it and will know I ALONE at almost a whole pizza. OH LORD, do I turn around? I can't... What do I do? No one has a house key. If BFF would have had one, I would have made her leave work and head over there to dispose of the evidence. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I ended up confessing to Josh, I left the pizza box out. He asked me if there was any pizza left.. my mumble of a response was, 2 pieces. He didn't say anything... EXCEPT, "Remember, you gotta get in that bathing suit in May."  You are right, I know.... So after that brick hit me in the face, I decided to do something I have always wanted to do. RUN A 5K. My husband is a runner... he runs daily like 4 miles. My fat butt sits around and eats pizza. Anyway, so I started today. Today was Day 1!!!! I accomplished it. But I am posting this so I will read it and then remind myself.. I can't disappoint my readers. I must keep going!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4577668805164365860?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4577668805164365860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4577668805164365860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4577668805164365860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4577668805164365860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/04/couch-to-5k.html' title='Couch to 5k'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2943273557985869036</id><published>2009-02-27T17:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:23:59.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a bath.. wash yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sah0rCX3JZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GhmSQliJA3Q/s1600-h/P1300002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307620443576280466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sah0rCX3JZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GhmSQliJA3Q/s320/P1300002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riley loves her GiGi. She gets to do whatever she wants when she comes over. Well, her favorite pastime is coloring. She will make one mark on the page and then move onto the next page. The pages weren't enough, so she moved onto her legs and arms. I had to take a pic when I came home to show her mother at a later date!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2943273557985869036?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2943273557985869036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2943273557985869036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2943273557985869036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2943273557985869036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/take-bath-wash-yourself.html' title='Take a bath.. wash yourself'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sah0rCX3JZI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GhmSQliJA3Q/s72-c/P1300002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4684398841415862945</id><published>2009-02-27T17:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:11:11.120-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl or Boy?</title><content type='html'>That question has haunted me for months.. dying to know whether my brother and sister in law were having a boy or girl. Yesterday, the day arrived. I didn't want to know though. I was so sad the suspense of having to wait was over. I also wanted them to tell me in person. When they got there, I still didn't want them to tell me. I was excited either way... but I just wanted to torture myself a little longer....I guessed it was a girl. I knew they wanted a boy and they had already picked out a name and all that jazz.. so I was afraid they had jinxed it. Well, guess what? I was wrong. They are having a boy! I am so excited. I absolutely cannot wait to meet him. He is going to be precious. The most precious thing ever. I pray for him every night. I pray for his momma and daddy and his big sister. I am going to be an aunt!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4684398841415862945?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4684398841415862945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4684398841415862945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4684398841415862945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4684398841415862945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/girl-or-boy.html' title='Girl or Boy?'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-9093933039640990904</id><published>2009-02-27T16:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:05:10.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO she didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahwg8Ys5NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uJcLcJlu-2c/s1600-h/PC310033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307615872123987154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahwg8Ys5NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uJcLcJlu-2c/s320/PC310033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we went to Memphis to ring in the New Year with D, BFF, Ash and Dan. Good times were had by all, even me anxiety ridden and all!! i actually did really good. So good, we are going to Memphis this upcoming weekend!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahwgmTuVkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/alUj95IAKPs/s1600-h/P1010055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307615866197530178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahwgmTuVkI/AAAAAAAAAKg/alUj95IAKPs/s320/P1010055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I attempted to act like I was 20 again. I asked Dan to buy us a drink. I meant like a crown and coke or some adult beverage of that sort. Instead, he comes back with irish car bombs. So, I handled it like the 26 year old I am. I took it like a champ...then died. Thanks Dan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahwglUna4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Llgc4yF3hKo/s1600-h/P1010053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307615865932835714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahwglUna4I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Llgc4yF3hKo/s320/P1010053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; To top off the night, there was this nice girl who decided to go barefoot in the bar. No she didn't.... Why would she? She did. I had to take a pic. Sorry it's not better, but the irish car bomb was doing the focusing here. If you haven't noticed, she has a friend who wore pants just like her. Too bad the friend looked like crap in the pants. At least she didn't take off her shoes though. Way to go girl. Way to use your brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2638292713247888674-9093933039640990904?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/9093933039640990904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=9093933039640990904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9093933039640990904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9093933039640990904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-she-didnt.html' title='NO she didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahwg8Ys5NI/AAAAAAAAAKo/uJcLcJlu-2c/s72-c/PC310033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-5758612872317227482</id><published>2009-02-27T16:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:58:19.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My worst nightmare revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahvkfI-H0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1iQyKDYLdSA/s1600-h/P2240024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307614833481228098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahvkfI-H0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1iQyKDYLdSA/s320/P2240024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hate you biology and I WANT THE WORLD TO KNOW. You torture me all week with your chromatin and chloroplast. I don't care about how you get your air, whether it's cell respiration or anaroebic. You make me cringe with just the thought of you. I don't care if you are prokaryotic or eukaryotic. So what if you have a nucleus and your transported. I wish you knew how I despised you. I wish you could be me for a day. I wish you only knew just how much grief you cause me. I don't care if I ever see you again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-5758612872317227482?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/5758612872317227482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=5758612872317227482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5758612872317227482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/5758612872317227482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-worst-nightmare-revealed.html' title='My worst nightmare revealed'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahvkfI-H0I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/1iQyKDYLdSA/s72-c/P2240024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7028882452567739764</id><published>2009-02-27T16:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:48:14.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HOUSE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahtDnN1xqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-uKBSUoWL0Q/s1600-h/P2200017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307612069690197666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahtDnN1xqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-uKBSUoWL0Q/s320/P2200017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;not sure why BFF is cutting MB&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;All my friends have new houses. BFF has a new house she is finishing up and MB alreadey moved in to her house. We went for a little visit. D and BFF went to check out their microwave. I went to see the new setup!! Im so excited for everyone and their houses.. but I am jealous. I want a house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7028882452567739764?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7028882452567739764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7028882452567739764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7028882452567739764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7028882452567739764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/house.html' title='HOUSE'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahtDnN1xqI/AAAAAAAAAKA/-uKBSUoWL0Q/s72-c/P2200017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3622116703940803188</id><published>2009-02-27T16:39:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:15:10.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bake me a cake as fast as you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahr2zE670I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ueM8IPHqEw0/s1600-h/P2210019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307610750024085314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahr2zE670I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ueM8IPHqEw0/s320/P2210019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; haywee and riwee making cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Haywee loves Neice Riwee. We always have a good time playing. On this particular night, we decided to make cupcakes since there was a party at her house the next day for her family. We got out all the mix and started our journey. I did most of the work if you can't tell. She did most of the eating. Oh, we enjoyed raw cake dough.. yes it had eggs in it and she didn't get salmonella. I never did, so I figured we were good to go. Then, we moved on to the icing. We made homeade icing with shortening and powdered sugar. I let her stick her finger in the bowl, eat it off the mixer and lick it off the spatula. She even licked a hunk of powdered sugar off my hand. She was cracked out and I went home!!!! She was so cracked out, she woke up, climbed out of bed and opened all the birthday presents for the next day. (oh yeah..it wasn't her birthday) Glad I went home!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3622116703940803188?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3622116703940803188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3622116703940803188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3622116703940803188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3622116703940803188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/bake-me-cake-as-fast-as-you-can.html' title='Bake me a cake as fast as you can'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahr2zE670I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/ueM8IPHqEw0/s72-c/P2210019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3240115776064995665</id><published>2009-02-27T16:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T17:17:24.725-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You made your bed... now lay in it</title><content type='html'>As most of you know, we live with our in-laws. Their dog died awhile back and they live in the country, so they decided to get a new "guard" dog. I'm not exactly sure if that's the right term to use with him. I would say overly large puppy would fit him a little better. So far, he has eaten the door frame practically off the hinges because he was scared of being outside ALONE. He eats everything, tin cans, potting soil, actual plants in pots, shoes, beer cans, beer bottles, wood, animal carcasses, coolers, you get the point here. Well, it was storming the other night and we felt really awful about leaving him outside in the rain. We were only going to be gone 2-3 hours at the most. He sleeps inside at night and he had been outside all day, so we assumed he would rest comfortably inside knowing he was dry and warm! NOT THE CASE, we came back to find he had destroyed the bed he sleeps in every night. WTF dog?? Why would you tear up your $200 bed??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307608477616510642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahpyhsvFrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wQAHeARqnkc/s320/P2130011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk a little further to discover he removed the trash can from under the desk and attempted to rummage through it. There was nothing worth anything in the trash, so he ate the rug. Wow, way to go Poley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307608480912792882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahpyt-oXTI/AAAAAAAAAJo/oM4cmKZtVIU/s320/P2130009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless his soul, he was really sad about his bed. When he was ready to go to bed, he just keep looking at it and then looking at us... basically asking us to fix it. I just put all the stuffing back on it and didn't really clean it up. He would go over there for a sniff or two...then he started pawing it.. trying to put it back together. I really felt sorry for him, but I couldn't help but laugh. He finally realized we weren't going to do anything. So, he got in it and went night night. We made him suffer for a week or two. He now has a new bed... a $15 dollar bed thats leopard print! He's gonna be gay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahpy2VmMmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kROUKs9v0dI/s1600-h/P2140014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307608483156603490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/Sahpy2VmMmI/AAAAAAAAAJw/kROUKs9v0dI/s320/P2140014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2638292713247888674-3240115776064995665?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3240115776064995665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3240115776064995665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3240115776064995665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3240115776064995665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/you-made-your-bed-now-lay-in-it.html' title='You made your bed... now lay in it'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SahpyhsvFrI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wQAHeARqnkc/s72-c/P2130011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4832898514481234295</id><published>2009-02-19T14:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:31:54.554-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a bit neglected...</title><content type='html'>Heavens to Betsy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything in my life has been neglected... except for school. Things have been quite busy with me. School is literally killing me. I fell off the deep end and had to get back on my meds.... cause school was stressing me out. My gpaw had a heart attack and my dad had to go to Louisiana and take care of him. My husband bought a boat.. a fishing boat that will never be used by me. I don't do fishing. I had my dental hygiene school interview... so I am stressing about whether I will get in. I wore nice jeans to the interview and have been crucified by everyone.. so if I don't get in.. I blame it on the jeans. Eraj was in town for 2 weeks so I hung with her some. Still living with the in-laws.. haven't decided on a place to live just yet... Just been busy and neglected everything in life.. so I am trying to get back on the bandwagon.. Trying to get everything together and get on TASK!!!! Bring it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4832898514481234295?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4832898514481234295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4832898514481234295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4832898514481234295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4832898514481234295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2009/02/feeling-bit-neglected.html' title='Feeling a bit neglected...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2416111345539914336</id><published>2008-12-10T17:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:49:31.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Piggy</title><content type='html'>This is the post I tried making when I found out Josh's uncle had taken his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading BFF's blog and realized, I too, have long forgotten about my blog. I have been so busy with school. We are having finals this week and I think my teachers want me to jump of the "back porch." As you can tell I haven't, but I have been tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to Miss Piggy. Our niece celebrated her 2nd birthday last weekend. Tiffany suggested we make her birthday cake as a way to cut cost!! I thought it was a splendid idea. I was not to confident with my cake baking abilities as I have only been to 3 cake classes. I wouldn't categorize myself as an expert or a "natural." So, I decided we must have a practice run.. only 20 bucks at the grocery store to make a PRACTICE cake that only I devoured like the fat kid I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, anyway, I get over to Ben and Tiffs around 8 on Friday night to make the real cake. I immediately get started. Things are going great. We have made the cakes, let them cool, leveled and stacked them, AND iced them. We accomplished all that in 2 hours. I am thinking I am the bomb.com.. Sorry I had to throw that in there!! After all this is when I think things started to go down hill. Somehow or another, it was 4:30 AM when we finished that stupid cake. I was delerious. Miss Piggy didn't get any real legs b/c her ears and sides took forever, literally. Anyway, so here is my creation. I must say, it's a pretty good-looking cake for a first time pig cake maker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, make note. I am now obsessed with donkeys. I heard one a few weeks ago and I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2416111345539914336?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2416111345539914336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2416111345539914336' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2416111345539914336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2416111345539914336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/12/miss-piggy.html' title='Miss Piggy'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7010871999522146683</id><published>2008-11-20T09:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T09:12:30.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hinds Community College</title><content type='html'>I am probably one of the coolest college kids I know! I am at school at this very moment, waiting to speak with a counselor about my final semester here at the good ole Hiney Ho. Who could possibly be as cool as me.. using the school computer while you wait? I don't think anyone. So nothing really exciting has happened with us lately. We did receive an offer on our house in Texas and are hoping it goes through soon. &lt;a href="http://www.312midnight.com/"&gt;www.312midnight.com&lt;/a&gt;    We countered, but we haven't heard back.. so keep your fingers crossed. I will die if it sells. I will cry for days. It's such a cute house and I love love love it. We are going to stay this weekend at our house and visit our friends and get my cat. Yes, I am terrible mother who left her cat in Texas. She's doing fine though. We thought she found a new home. We went to Vegas for a week and came back and she was nowhere to be found... she showed up 2 days later with a collar on. Josh convinced me she had a home.. so we left her there. I cried pretty much the whole drive back to MS. Anyway, so our neighbors keep us updated on the house and they told us.. the cat is still there. She sits on the patio furniture waiting on us to come back I guess. How horrible am I?? So, if she is around when we go this weekend, looks like I am bringing back Mammacita!! I am excited about bringing her back, but she will have to live with my parents, b/c she can't live with the Windhams. She would be eaten alive within minutes. So... we leave tonight.. I will have pics when I return. There is no internet at our house in Texas.. not even cable. How will we entertain ourselves??? oh dear.. I guess we are in for a long weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7010871999522146683?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7010871999522146683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7010871999522146683' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7010871999522146683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7010871999522146683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/11/hinds-community-college.html' title='Hinds Community College'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3571166782808010524</id><published>2008-10-29T15:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:57:43.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Glass...</title><content type='html'>So, I try to do my daily good deed of the day at least once a week...I never make one a day..that's neither here nor there..&lt;br /&gt;So today, I am in chem lab and this guy I am an "aquantaince" of breaks a test tube on the counter. Let me preface this story by saying, he is a really nice guy, but not the "coolest" of the college kids. We are in chem and chem lab together.. so he saw me in the library one day, sat down at the table and started chit chatting away. He told me he has OCD and has to make noises and count things..he has trouble with school work,  yada yada yada. So, back to lab today... he breaks the test tube and I am sure he is embarassed. Me, being the ever so kind person I am, didn't make  fun of him, which I am sure you all thought I did... NO, i head on over to help him clean up.  I begin gathering up the pieces and trying to sweep them into a pile. Instead of saying thanks, he walks off. WALKS OFF. What the eff? I try to help you b/c I feel sorry for you b/c you said you had OCD and you have a hard time concentrating, etc. etc. and then you leave me to clean up your mess. Yeah, I don't think so buddy. So, then the teachers walks over and thinks I have broken the test tube and she proceeds to tell me it's ok and people break them all the time. Of course, my partners are laughing hysterically b/c I tried to be nice and homeboy leaves me to tend to his mess. In true Haley fashion, when I finished sweeping the pieces into the dustpan, I brought them over to him and told him I finished cleaning up his mess and put the dustpan in his face. I'm over being nice..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3571166782808010524?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3571166782808010524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3571166782808010524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3571166782808010524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3571166782808010524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/broken-glass.html' title='Broken Glass...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7524072069977934096</id><published>2008-10-25T10:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T10:08:27.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home Polar Bear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQM2EeHnr-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sK8_dH7ZuWg/s1600-h/PA240006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261108240131272674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQM2EeHnr-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sK8_dH7ZuWg/s320/PA240006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hello Polar Bear!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the Windhams got a new dog "to keep the varmants away." I admit he is a sweet, sweet dog. He was almost dead when someone brought him to Tom and Glo's vet. They nursed him back to health, neutered him and now he has a home right here! T-cat named him Polar Bear because he is obviously white like a polar bear! Josh and I dog sat last night while Tom and Glo went to eat. So far, so good for the dog. He didn't destroy anything. He did chew up part of Glo's coaster and some papers while she was asleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261108478762158690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQM2SXFqCmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/N1O3V0G76uk/s320/PA240008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And he's out!&lt;br /&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/2638292713247888674-7524072069977934096?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7524072069977934096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7524072069977934096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7524072069977934096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7524072069977934096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/welcome-home-polar-bear.html' title='Welcome Home Polar Bear'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQM2EeHnr-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/sK8_dH7ZuWg/s72-c/PA240006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3652010637326312877</id><published>2008-10-23T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T11:31:21.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We carved pumpkins tonight with the Windham family. It was fun. Tom and Hubs pretty much just went after their pumpkins with knives. Ben and I meticulously made sure we had gotten all of the goo out of the pumpkin and then carved them ever so gently.. Riley enjoyed painting all over her miniature pumpkin. Tiff and Glo did not take part in degutting the pumpkins or making their own. Tiff had to supervise Riley and Glo took pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260582361101334066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFXySEhdjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sE-h7gpOW3g/s320/PA230066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Getting the garbage out &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579844259524546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFVfyGrL8I/AAAAAAAAAIk/L_v40AdxaaA/s320/PA230068.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ready to begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579848263190098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFVgBBORlI/AAAAAAAAAIs/bsxKeA4Jd4Y/s320/PA230073.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My fabulous punkin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFVgjyhayI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yQ2jAn_qQ20/s1600-h/PA230075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260579857596771106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFVgjyhayI/AAAAAAAAAI0/yQ2jAn_qQ20/s320/PA230075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Us with our punkins!&lt;br /&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/2638292713247888674-3652010637326312877?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3652010637326312877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3652010637326312877' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3652010637326312877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3652010637326312877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/great-pumpkin.html' title='The Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFXySEhdjI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sE-h7gpOW3g/s72-c/PA230066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-142641736228393356</id><published>2008-10-23T23:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:54:32.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone just died in the bar. Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFUssBjC0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/txpzVRB8OAM/s1600-h/PA190061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260578966454078274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFUssBjC0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/txpzVRB8OAM/s320/PA190061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The girls!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, Raj was in town for 15 days and we got to hang out.  Good times were had...until they made fun of my shoes. Go ahead, take the poll. Answer incorrectly and you may want to watch your back. Anyway, we had a good time... for old folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-142641736228393356?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/142641736228393356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=142641736228393356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/142641736228393356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/142641736228393356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/someone-just-died-in-bar-seriously.html' title='Someone just died in the bar. Seriously'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SQFUssBjC0I/AAAAAAAAAIU/txpzVRB8OAM/s72-c/PA190061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2907480758449354002</id><published>2008-10-13T15:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:42:49.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For your viewing pleasure.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This video is for your viewing pleasure.. Meet Chris Tony.. Watch Chris eat the pasta from the reception...He ate every bite this way... and this was not a joke..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This video was shot right before he attempted to make out with the bartender thinking this would sway her to give her number to him. This tactic did not work, so he thought if he tried to slow dance with her behind the bar, she would then want to go home with him. Since none of these tactics worked, he stood behind her and licked her ear..... Needless to say, she was tempted by the ear licking, but opted to clean up the bar area and head to the house... probably as fast as possible..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-398b33e93d6d8ac4" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D398b33e93d6d8ac4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105246%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16070E89BF2863E8875502609A4BF9E1E30EBCB4.7EA9F1874DADEB7E2013EF2986676731667754B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D398b33e93d6d8ac4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0wbBa8nILvK7kzcaX7Zx930MHec&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D398b33e93d6d8ac4%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105246%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D16070E89BF2863E8875502609A4BF9E1E30EBCB4.7EA9F1874DADEB7E2013EF2986676731667754B3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D398b33e93d6d8ac4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D0wbBa8nILvK7kzcaX7Zx930MHec&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2907480758449354002?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=398b33e93d6d8ac4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2907480758449354002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2907480758449354002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2907480758449354002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2907480758449354002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-video-is-for-your-viewing-pleasure.html' title='For your viewing pleasure.'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2711343330791028947</id><published>2008-10-13T15:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:29:54.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not FAIR!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Josh and I went to the fair Friday night... I ate a free biscute with some Blackburn syrup that was devine! I didn't eat anything else. Can you believe it? I am ashamed of myself. Josh paid a dollar to see the 100 lb rat. It's actually a nutria or whatever.. I would not pay another dollar to see it so I made him take a pic of it! We went to the beer tent and hung out with some top notch skankbags. We ran into some dbags and rode the big slide for 10 bucks. All in all, the fair wasn't nearly as cool as it was years ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256737911467711154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOvR3JcmrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p_LVMlzaX18/s320/PA100009.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Us at the fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256737722012197858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOvG1Xu4-I/AAAAAAAAAG0/MHDYPWNVuwM/s320/PA100007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Dirty Rat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2711343330791028947?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2711343330791028947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2711343330791028947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2711343330791028947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2711343330791028947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-fair.html' title='It&apos;s not FAIR!!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOvR3JcmrI/AAAAAAAAAG8/p_LVMlzaX18/s72-c/PA100009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2246508619942384718</id><published>2008-10-13T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:30:56.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling Bee Winner!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOuLFfzZyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7ICQV8jw_U8/s1600-h/PA080001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256736695548864290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOuLFfzZyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7ICQV8jw_U8/s320/PA080001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have no words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2246508619942384718?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2246508619942384718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2246508619942384718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2246508619942384718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2246508619942384718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/spelling-bee-winner.html' title='Spelling Bee Winner!!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOuLFfzZyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/7ICQV8jw_U8/s72-c/PA080001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3573691503184379810</id><published>2008-10-13T15:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T23:30:09.148-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rajjing it out with Eraj!</title><content type='html'>Eraj is in town and we got to hang out! Oh my, you don't know how exciting it is to know she is only a few miles away!!!!!! I am so glad she's here and can't wait til our girls night on Saturday! Too bad we only took a few pics and they aren't the best of Raj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOtxchVyGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o6A1nYH2ESA/s1600-h/PA090005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256736255052728418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOtxchVyGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o6A1nYH2ESA/s320/PA090005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raj getting her "hur did" by KT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOtxqp4RuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/83rFoVieaUY/s1600-h/PA090006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256736258846639842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOtxqp4RuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/83rFoVieaUY/s320/PA090006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kmills and me just hanging around the salon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3573691503184379810?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3573691503184379810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3573691503184379810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3573691503184379810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3573691503184379810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/rajjing-it-out-with-eraj.html' title='Rajjing it out with Eraj!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOtxchVyGI/AAAAAAAAAGM/o6A1nYH2ESA/s72-c/PA090005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7307568816122977152</id><published>2008-10-13T15:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:11:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>G-Ride</title><content type='html'>So, my niece got a new ride and I got to sport her around in it!! She was seriously pumped about it! I was pretty much out of breath after riding her around the block. Good lord, I think I need to get into shape if I ever plan on having kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOrNLxGsPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsvk9GyFe_g/s1600-h/PA120077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256733433056899314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOrNLxGsPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsvk9GyFe_g/s320/PA120077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/2638292713247888674-7307568816122977152?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7307568816122977152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7307568816122977152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7307568816122977152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7307568816122977152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/g-ride.html' title='G-Ride'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOrNLxGsPI/AAAAAAAAAGE/bsvk9GyFe_g/s72-c/PA120077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-3878541917304380639</id><published>2008-10-13T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:09:12.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He came to the wedding with a beer...</title><content type='html'>So, we went to the Pouncey/Chappel wedding this weekend in Natchez. It ws fabulous... not fabuless... My heavens.. they must have spent a ton on their wedding. Everything was phenomenal!! The food, cake, the open bar all night long, and the candy bar! I ate so many M and M's my stomach hurt and the sweet and sour-y things were delish!! There was this guy who came to the wedding with a beer... in his hand.. not hiding it in his pants pocket. It was open and he was drinking it during the wedding. CLASSY!!!  Here are some pics of a fun night!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp5oEct-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SmLETUQ79rs/s1600-h/PA110012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256731997545215970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp5oEct-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SmLETUQ79rs/s320/PA110012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute couple!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp50em_bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8PvvFzx6SrU/s1600-h/PA110014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256732000876166578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp50em_bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/8PvvFzx6SrU/s320/PA110014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BFF!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp6KYqpYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9FU2XaQ407Q/s1600-h/PA110064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256732006756820354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp6KYqpYI/AAAAAAAAAF0/9FU2XaQ407Q/s320/PA110064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bridge and Groom!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp6bhW6YI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UY54SQ9vI8Y/s1600-h/PA110063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256732011356678530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp6bhW6YI/AAAAAAAAAF8/UY54SQ9vI8Y/s320/PA110063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chris after consuming too much alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-3878541917304380639?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/3878541917304380639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=3878541917304380639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3878541917304380639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/3878541917304380639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-came-to-wedding-with-beer.html' title='He came to the wedding with a beer...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SPOp5oEct-I/AAAAAAAAAFc/SmLETUQ79rs/s72-c/PA110012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-2544750629876953920</id><published>2008-10-07T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:53:19.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Pics Makes me Happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwujt_edSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eaLMD4Txq0c/s1600-h/P3080100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254626056410658082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwujt_edSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eaLMD4Txq0c/s320/P3080100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; KT got hitched and is no longer KT.. she's KTR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-2544750629876953920?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/2544750629876953920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=2544750629876953920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2544750629876953920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/2544750629876953920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/finding-pics-makes-me-happy.html' title='Finding Pics Makes me Happy!'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwujt_edSI/AAAAAAAAAE8/eaLMD4Txq0c/s72-c/P3080100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1787259852731579623</id><published>2008-10-07T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:51:11.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwuJ54vylI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CV8f9SZY5rU/s1600-h/P9040174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254625612927060562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwuJ54vylI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CV8f9SZY5rU/s320/P9040174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You pretty much can't stop us now.. we are back and in full effect.. with a little drama to dabble in here and there...mostly Claire though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1787259852731579623?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1787259852731579623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1787259852731579623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1787259852731579623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1787259852731579623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/cash.html' title='CASH'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwuJ54vylI/AAAAAAAAAE0/CV8f9SZY5rU/s72-c/P9040174.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-6855995784445599123</id><published>2008-10-07T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:51:29.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting and Raving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwtiNR9ehI/AAAAAAAAAEs/y4l9toYrGGU/s1600-h/P8300172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254624930938321426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwtiNR9ehI/AAAAAAAAAEs/y4l9toYrGGU/s320/P8300172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Josh and I at the USM game!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Go Eagles!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Seriously, whose idea was it to force someone to take all these unnecessary classes to clean teeth? I want to talk to that person STAT. I don't need to know about the osteoclast cells that are breaking down the bones in my body as I type or the steaming I must do to break through the keratin in the endospore stain that prevents it from absorbing the malachite green stain. I promise, I won't touch malachite green, carbolfuschin or vegetative cells again. I swear to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm done. Thanks for allowing me to vent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On another note, Josh and I are headed to Natchez this weekend for the Pouncey/Chappell wedding, which should pretty much guarantee us a good time. I won't be thinking about HCC Rankin either. We are gonna miss the BIG USM game this year... Sad... but Josh shall support them in Memphis and I must go to Homecoming or Amber will jump off the top of the stadium to her death. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-6855995784445599123?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/6855995784445599123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=6855995784445599123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6855995784445599123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/6855995784445599123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/10/josh-and-i-at-usm-game-go-eagles.html' title='Ranting and Raving'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SOwtiNR9ehI/AAAAAAAAAEs/y4l9toYrGGU/s72-c/P8300172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4901229493492761691</id><published>2008-09-29T16:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T16:48:22.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up All Night..</title><content type='html'>Does anyone remember that saying off of USA network, besides me? I was up all night last night studying for my micro test this morning. I didn't go to bed. I tell you what, being 25 and staying up all night is just not the same as being 19 and staying up all night. I was so worn out today I could hardly see straight, literally. I made a B on the test, which is OK. I was hoping for an A, but what can I say. With Micro, I will take what I can get.. I hate that class.&lt;br /&gt;I am off again, to finish Chem homework and start studying for A and P. I am a nerd.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4901229493492761691?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4901229493492761691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4901229493492761691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4901229493492761691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4901229493492761691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/up-all-night.html' title='Up All Night..'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-142656583322290005</id><published>2008-09-22T20:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:33:39.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Consuming Cakes..</title><content type='html'>These are the cakes I have consumed over the past 2 weeks. Thanks to Dreamcakes, I canNOT fit into my pants.. This is no joke. I am not being sarcastic. This is fo real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jake's Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022774347152802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhGZxrlvaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y4HP6dJGVm0/s320/P9130192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Britney's Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022776328472866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhGZ5D-SSI/AAAAAAAAAEI/G1siuk1v3io/s320/P9130183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John's Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022779833970530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhGaGHv72I/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ni7z9gyVz6k/s320/P9130188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glo's Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022788503969026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhGama1nQI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Uic4_6nmdT8/s320/P9190008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acey's Cake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249022790414417954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhGatiUwCI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SJzgteUBRFE/s320/P9210050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And, one more cake, which my mother made and I devoured TODAY. Get it big girl!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-142656583322290005?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/142656583322290005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=142656583322290005' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/142656583322290005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/142656583322290005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/consuming-cakes.html' title='Consuming Cakes..'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhGZxrlvaI/AAAAAAAAAEA/Y4HP6dJGVm0/s72-c/P9130192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7704633733569860108</id><published>2008-09-22T20:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:18:22.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So we went to Vegas back in August and I am just now getting pics posted.. with school, moving, dogs dying, etc.. I have been a little busy. Anyway, I must say, there are a ton of freaks in Vegas. You know me, I couldn't resist but to take their pics... ENJOY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This man boxed to the band playing.. his manager is the homeless man beside him!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9080a944ab7396ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9080a944ab7396ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105246%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA1625CBDE972929DE415FC2C9F44CADED95F5AA.14540886656DAB42DFC400AA4F266760F6111315%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9080a944ab7396ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDoGjMhkYiQeIpM_YT2RwO_kIu3I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D9080a944ab7396ef%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331105246%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA1625CBDE972929DE415FC2C9F44CADED95F5AA.14540886656DAB42DFC400AA4F266760F6111315%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D9080a944ab7396ef%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DDoGjMhkYiQeIpM_YT2RwO_kIu3I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Mullet EVER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018166771356162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhCNlH6kgI/AAAAAAAAADY/ir9cSHucSAU/s320/P8110044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This lady seriously had tats everywhere...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018192123873810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhCPDkbShI/AAAAAAAAAD4/wDQLhpRQGZo/s320/P8110065.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This guy had his shirt off and hanging from his pants..he looked like Danny Bonaduce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018189009259954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhCO392DbI/AAAAAAAAADw/do12KH5to-c/s320/P8110051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meet Mr. and Mrs. We don't know how they got into their pants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018180349942018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhCOXtTWQI/AAAAAAAAADo/JWSJEzinwVY/s320/P8110050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mohammed Ali.. don't forget his homeless manager.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249018176349584546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhCOIzivKI/AAAAAAAAADg/qBXoBTpo90k/s320/P8110047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7704633733569860108?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=9080a944ab7396ef&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7704633733569860108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7704633733569860108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7704633733569860108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7704633733569860108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/viva-las-vegas.html' title='Viva Las Vegas'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SNhCNlH6kgI/AAAAAAAAADY/ir9cSHucSAU/s72-c/P8110044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4194920415173004445</id><published>2008-09-21T17:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:18:44.242-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It hits you when you hit the double digits...</title><content type='html'>BEING FAT BLOWS. Not saying I'm fat, but I have fo sho found about 20 extra pounds that someone lost. I am not too pleased with this discovery. I guess I will have to do something about this... let this post be a reminder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4194920415173004445?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4194920415173004445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4194920415173004445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4194920415173004445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4194920415173004445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/it-hits-you-when-you-hit-doubel-digits.html' title='It hits you when you hit the double digits...'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-891541285206662148</id><published>2008-09-18T14:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:51:04.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dogs Go to Heaven Part 2</title><content type='html'>Today, my in laws dog passed away... BJ... sweet sweet BJ. One of the best dogs I have ever known. I think he and Sassy are together playing right now... chewing on a bone!!! Miss them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-891541285206662148?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/891541285206662148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=891541285206662148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/891541285206662148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/891541285206662148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-dogs-go-to-heaven-part-2.html' title='All Dogs Go to Heaven Part 2'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-9152291061478375528</id><published>2008-09-17T23:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:52:02.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Dogs Go to Heaven</title><content type='html'>My parent's dog sassy died today....it's been a sad sad day for us. I sure am gonna miss that girl. She was so happy and always wanted to jump all over you and lick you to death... Sweet Sassy Girl.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-9152291061478375528?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/9152291061478375528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=9152291061478375528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9152291061478375528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/9152291061478375528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/all-dogs-go-to-heaven.html' title='All Dogs Go to Heaven'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-7079002361624581755</id><published>2008-09-13T12:25:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:36:06.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spritzers on Midnight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv4ffwsA3I/AAAAAAAAACw/zPDjICNL4y0/s1600-h/P7190002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245559410988417906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv4ffwsA3I/AAAAAAAAACw/zPDjICNL4y0/s320/P7190002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                Jenni and I at Edohana for couples night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv4Wrw_zbI/AAAAAAAAACo/4dkhPbf0xgk/s1600-h/P8080072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245559259592117682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv4Wrw_zbI/AAAAAAAAACo/4dkhPbf0xgk/s320/P8080072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                     Leann, Lisa and me at our surprise going away party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh how I miss my FABULOUS loves in Texas. What can I say? I seriously had the best neighbors anyone could ask for (even J and A, who lived 2 blocks down!!) I am in a sad mood today and really missing my friends.... just wishing we could all hang out....... Leann, have a spritzer for me.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-7079002361624581755?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/7079002361624581755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=7079002361624581755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7079002361624581755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/7079002361624581755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/09/spritzers-on-midnight.html' title='Spritzers on Midnight'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv4ffwsA3I/AAAAAAAAACw/zPDjICNL4y0/s72-c/P7190002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4881794659907239975</id><published>2008-08-29T16:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:28:17.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG CHANGES</title><content type='html'>I know I have been horrible about keeping my 2 readers up to date, but I cannot even tell you how busy I have been. Josh was offered a job in Philadelphia, MS in July. We debated, debated and debated some more and we finally decided to move back to our home state. It's been so crazy since we made the decision. We picked a really bad time to move. We made the decision in late July and put in our two weeks notice. The day after our notices were final, we went on vacation to Vegas for a week. We came back on Saturday, I drove to Mississippi on Sunday and started school on Monday. CRAZY! I started school. One degree just wasn't enough.. I want to torture myself some more.  I started at the Rankin Hiney Ho to finish my prereqs for dental hygiene. I will hopefully get into UMC in the summer of 09 to start!!! I am really excited. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, Josh and I are living with his parents until our house sells. You can check it out at www.312midnight.com  It is so cute... so if you know anyone in Royse City, Texas... send them to our house and tell them to buy it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, so I have been pretty busy with school.... Josh has started his new job. He really likes it. So far so good... so.. that's about it for now. I promise, I will try to do better and keep you updated. I PROMISE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4881794659907239975?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4881794659907239975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4881794659907239975' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4881794659907239975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4881794659907239975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-changes.html' title='BIG CHANGES'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-8791065853102457960</id><published>2008-07-23T11:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:42:42.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cakes, Cupcakes and Icing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv7bbtt2KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fJhwxBNzFd0/s1600-h/P7240017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245562639717619874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv7bbtt2KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fJhwxBNzFd0/s320/P7240017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been so long since I have blessed you all with my high level writing skills. I have been unbelievably busy with my cake decorating class. I haven't officially mastered my cake decorating skills just yet, but believe me, I am working on it. I have mastered the art of icing consistency. I have whipped up so many cups of icing, like 15 to be exact. I think I bought Kroger out of powdered sugar and crisco. I had no idea icing could be so unruly. It made a mess of my kitchen. It was like a snow day in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After successfully making enough icing to fill my bathrub, I iced my cake. Then, I took it to class and we decorated it with a rainbow and clouds. I wrote Happy Birthday on it and an age (which I won't reveal) for my dear friend and co-worker Colleen and then we helped her celebrate in style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245561517786925842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv6aIMmCxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/Gfed4aaEF9E/s320/P7170048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For this week, it's cupcakes with clowns on them! How fun! I can't wait. Maye one day, I will seriously post pictures. Until then people, just use the imagination!! (*update: I finally put the pics up.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv7Kux3m7I/AAAAAAAAADI/-d5dM-CZf-g/s1600-h/P7230015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245562352777534386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv7Kux3m7I/AAAAAAAAADI/-d5dM-CZf-g/s320/P7230015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;/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/2638292713247888674-8791065853102457960?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/8791065853102457960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=8791065853102457960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8791065853102457960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/8791065853102457960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/07/cakes-cupcakes-and-icing.html' title='Cakes, Cupcakes and Icing'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8s9Ahjco2mg/SMv7bbtt2KI/AAAAAAAAADQ/fJhwxBNzFd0/s72-c/P7240017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-503402378628814264</id><published>2008-07-07T17:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:22:01.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MONDAYS just plain SUCK</title><content type='html'>Too much work, too little time and not enough laughter. I just wanna whine. I have a headache and think my head may explode right off my neck. I'm hot and have to pee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing The Bachelorette comes on tonight.. otherwise who knows what would happen. We (Kati, Karen and myself) have decided if Deanna picks Jesse we are gonna cry and call in to work tomorrow so we can be forlorn all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-503402378628814264?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/503402378628814264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=503402378628814264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/503402378628814264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/503402378628814264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/07/mondays-just-plain-suck.html' title='MONDAYS just plain SUCK'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-1480170280259503833</id><published>2008-07-01T11:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T11:15:06.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads up to the ER, I am probably coming sooner rather than later</title><content type='html'>So far this week, I have run into the couch and scraped my hand enough to bleed. Jenni says it's because I accidentally stole a plant waterer thingy from Wal-Mart. I didn't mean to take it. It was hiding in the top portion of my buggy covered by my overly large purse and lunch bag(I didn't want my lunch to go bad sitting in the HOT car)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have gained so much weight, my wedding rings are tight on my fingers. When I try to take them off, they cut my finger, so that's a plus. I am really excited about the weight and the cut fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also rammed my finger into the car this morning and thought I broke it. I almost started to cry, but I really didn't have time for all that... so I sucked it up and got over it. It still hurts though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I tripped the other day and stubbed my toe while at work. It's a common occurrence to hear me say, "I can't walk." It's also a true statement I have decided.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my toe is healing from where I dropped this toilet paper holder on it. I did cry about this. It was bleeding all over the place. I seriously thought I cut my tendon. I still have a scab on it. Neosporin is coming in handy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in about 7 days, I have managed to almost kill myself several times. Who knows what the rest of the week brings... but I say "BRING IT."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-1480170280259503833?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/1480170280259503833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=1480170280259503833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1480170280259503833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/1480170280259503833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/07/heads-up-to-er-i-am-probably-coming.html' title='Heads up to the ER, I am probably coming sooner rather than later'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2638292713247888674.post-4974963354297253174</id><published>2008-06-26T09:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T10:07:21.704-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally Giving a Plug to DK and Beauty Cents</title><content type='html'>My we go back so far it's ridiculos friend Deenie, DeenieK or Katie as most of us remember her has become a fabulous freelance write. I must say, I check out her writings daily. All of em.... in any fashion I can receive them; magazine, Daily Cents, blog, etc. I love her and her writings. They are so fun to read and so full of the info I so desperately need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She writes for &lt;a href="http://www.dailycents.com/"&gt;http://www.dailycents.com/&lt;/a&gt; about Beauty. Katie, the master of beauty if I must say so myself, writes about all the things we women need to know about our skin and bodies. You name it, she writes about it. From sunscreen to bras, she makes you wanna run out and try whatever she is talking about in that days article. I am not kidding. She may have cost me a hundred bucks. I go into Ulta and relish in all the beauty products I now know about due to DK. I love it. I love going and just hanging around the store like a thief. I read the labels and check out all the available colors. It's ridiculous. Sometimes I leave empty handed, which I know the cashier chicks probably think I stole stuff b/c I had been in there so long and left without spending a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to give a little shoutout to the Deenster and let all of my 2 friends who check out my blog to be able to take advantage of all the great knowledge she shares with us after her in-depth research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get to checking out the site..(go the right hand side of my blog and click her link, DK the beauty blogger)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2638292713247888674-4974963354297253174?l=haleywindham.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/feeds/4974963354297253174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2638292713247888674&amp;postID=4974963354297253174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4974963354297253174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2638292713247888674/posts/default/4974963354297253174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://haleywindham.blogspot.com/2008/06/totally-giving-plug-to-dk-and-beauty.html' title='Totally Giving a Plug to DK and Beauty Cents'/><author><name>Haley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924935700185549889</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
