tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28641874148084323692024-02-18T20:09:40.780-06:00How wonderful life is while you're in the world!This is pretty much a blog of just stuff. Stuff that pops in to my head. Stuff I like. Stuff that I have been thinking about. You know, stuff.shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-65935737562141076482013-06-17T12:39:00.001-05:002013-06-17T12:39:59.463-05:00FW: Shelby Haugaard<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div><span style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span>wer</span></span><span class="tab"> </span><br><a href="http://www.wolfheit.com/ivhgxbig/ilhhq/krnlvhyygvgghp/rtkbk.php">http://www.wolfheit.com/ivhgxbig/ilhhq/krnlvhyygvgghp/rtkbk.php</a><span class="tab"> Shelby Haugaard<br></span></div></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-7523018122976678422012-07-18T06:38:00.000-05:002012-07-18T06:39:00.771-05:00<div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div><a href="http://oitentaecuatro.com.br/site/wp-content/plugins/zajjgmpsioa/site.php?block223.jpeg">http://oitentaecuatro.com.br/site/wp-content/plugins/zajjgmpsioa/site.php?block223.jpeg</a></div></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-55680143356091258612010-07-26T16:53:00.000-05:002010-07-26T16:53:09.093-05:00The house that built me....<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLC3adClqoa-buWy4cMw8RP4E3ZYj84lKFYyycCZNQdrweSLNssjinXTqwWS1_RtYItwgnCrrGPDAOKrgGuMYFSi82bJZkrJ2X-Z1KfT5UpH9P-SdEhYaTmkKGAav7CoQ3-zlkfv8OXVUN/s1600/sendjpeg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLC3adClqoa-buWy4cMw8RP4E3ZYj84lKFYyycCZNQdrweSLNssjinXTqwWS1_RtYItwgnCrrGPDAOKrgGuMYFSi82bJZkrJ2X-Z1KfT5UpH9P-SdEhYaTmkKGAav7CoQ3-zlkfv8OXVUN/s320/sendjpeg.jpg" /></a></div><br />
I miss this house. It was my favorite. A lot of my best memories are from this house. All of our old home videos were made in this house. Oh, how I wish I could go back in time.....shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-85585276835247154902010-03-01T16:47:00.000-06:002010-03-01T16:47:45.874-06:00This is where I'm going to be April 8th, 2010...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-faVpdBOphcPNV6x9hYMLbBXtNNlZrIRIQbEmlh5Md8-9KjNjN7WUo9ytcDVH5UTvPGQxEQM5rjhEIDLG3HXWqFz-sDGl6Xz5qBRxxIX67-pXBLZLJxv3YdJgq8on-zoFtIV7trAVbvCl/s1600-h/george+%26+reba.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-faVpdBOphcPNV6x9hYMLbBXtNNlZrIRIQbEmlh5Md8-9KjNjN7WUo9ytcDVH5UTvPGQxEQM5rjhEIDLG3HXWqFz-sDGl6Xz5qBRxxIX67-pXBLZLJxv3YdJgq8on-zoFtIV7trAVbvCl/s320/george+%26+reba.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I'll be watching my 2 music idols perform live!!! The King & Queen of country music!!!!<br />
I can't believe I am going to be in same room as these 2 amazing people (especially George...he's my hero!!!) It's unbelievable!! :) :)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-36635605271686772982010-02-04T14:32:00.000-06:002010-02-04T14:32:08.872-06:007 years later & it still feels like it was just yesterday<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">7 years....... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I miss you & think of you often! I know that you watching over us in Heaven & I can't wait to see you again someday!</span></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfZj7LchKoiCK2ETWOdPE6Hv8_F8oKR_D6pKsNhCfaunYBiIBfTYR451eicjkkukyyXmvYuDXvAmnDno_wx-7_SpFlTJHb5U_d0sNi0Yd1jaPZzntEztSVLhU4-kI4MfEsdeGXvc6i5fG/s1600-h/Elyse.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghfZj7LchKoiCK2ETWOdPE6Hv8_F8oKR_D6pKsNhCfaunYBiIBfTYR451eicjkkukyyXmvYuDXvAmnDno_wx-7_SpFlTJHb5U_d0sNi0Yd1jaPZzntEztSVLhU4-kI4MfEsdeGXvc6i5fG/s320/Elyse.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">"I’m gonna miss that smile. I’m gonna miss you my friend. Even though it hurts the way it ended up, I’d do it all again. So play it sweet in heaven 'cause that’s right where you wana be. I’m not crying because I feel so sorry for you, I’m crying for me."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">--Crying for Me by Toby Keith</span></span></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-64161948625516454942009-11-20T01:53:00.000-06:002009-11-20T01:53:40.562-06:0088 Important Truths I’ve Learned About Life<div class="headline_area"><div class="headline_meta"><span class="author vcard fn"></span><abbr class="published" title="2009-07-02"></abbr><br />
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<a href="http://www.raptitude.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/heartbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Post image for 88 Important Truths I’ve Learned About Life" border="0" class="post_image alignright" height="180" src="http://www.raptitude.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/heartbook.jpg" width="240" /></a>Everyone gets drilled with certain lessons in life. Sometimes it takes repeated demonstrations of a given law of life to really get it into your skull, and other times one powerful experience drives the point home once forever. Here are 88 things I’ve discovered about life, the world, and its inhabitants by this point in my short time on earth.<br />
<b>1.</b> You can’t change other people, and it’s rude to try.<br />
<b>2. </b>It is 100 times more difficult to burn calories than to refrain from consuming them in the first place.<br />
<b>3. </b>If you’re talking to someone you don’t know well, you may be talking to someone who knows way more about whatever you’re talking about than you do.<br />
<b>4. </b>The cheapest and most expensive models are usually both bad deals.<br />
<b>5.</b> Everyone likes somebody who gets to the point quickly.<br />
<b>6</b>. Bad moods will come and go your whole life, and trying to force them away makes them run deeper and last longer.<br />
<b>7.</b> Children are remarkably honest creatures until we teach them not to be.<br />
<b>8.</b> If everyone in the show you’re watching is good-looking, it’s not worth watching. <span id="more-1517"></span><br />
<b>9.</b> Yelling always makes things worse.<br />
<b>10.</b> Whenever you’re worried about what others will think of you, you’re really just worried about what you’ll think of you.<br />
<b>11.</b> Every problem you have is your responsibility, regardless of who caused it.<br />
<b>12.</b> You never have to deal with more than one moment at a time.<br />
<b>13.</b> If you never doubt your beliefs, then you’re wrong a lot.<br />
<b>14. </b>Managing one’s wants is the most powerful skill a person can learn.<br />
<b>15.</b> Nobody has it all figured out.<br />
<b>16.</b> Cynicism is far too easy to be useful.<br />
<b>17.</b> Every passing face on the street represents a story every bit as compelling and complicated as yours.<br />
<b>18.</b> Whenever you hate something, it hates you back: people, situations and inanimate objects alike.<br />
<b>19.</b> Ralph Waldo Emerson’s works alone can teach you everything you need to know about living with grace and happiness.<br />
<b>20. </b>People embellish everything, as a rule.<br />
<b>21.</b> Anger reveals weakness of character, violence even moreso.<br />
<b>22.</b> Humans cannot destroy the planet, but we can destroy its capacity to keep us alive. And we are.<br />
<b>23. </b>When people are uncomfortable with the present moment, they fidget with their hands or their minds. Watch and see.<br />
<b>24.</b> Those who complain the most, accomplish the least.<br />
<b>25.</b> Putting something off makes it instantly harder and scarier.<br />
<b>26.</b> Credit card debt devours souls.<br />
<b>27.</b> Nobody knows more than a minuscule fraction of what’s going on in the world. It’s just way too big for any one person to know it well.<br />
<b>28.</b> Most of what we see is only what we think about what we see.<br />
<b>29.</b> A person who is unafraid to present an unedited version of herself to the world is as rare as diamonds.<br />
<b>30.</b> The most common addiction in the world is the draw of comfort. It wrecks dreams and breaks people.<br />
<b>31. </b>If what you’re doing feels perfectly safe, there is probably a better course of action.<br />
<b>32.</b> The greatest innovation in the history of humankind is language.<br />
<b>33.</b> Blame is the favorite pastime of those who dislike responsibility.<br />
<b>34.</b> Everyone you meet is better than you at something.<br />
<b>35. </b>Proof is nothing but a collection of opinions that match one’s own.<br />
<b>36.</b> Knowledge is belief, nothing more.<br />
<b>37.</b> Indulging your desires is not self-love.<br />
<b>38.</b> What makes human beings different from animals is that animals can be themselves with ease.<br />
<b>3</b><b>9.</b> Self-examination is the only path out of misery.<br />
<b>40. </b>Whoever you are, you will die. To know and understand that means you are alive.<br />
<b>41.</b> Revenge is for the petty and irresponsible.<br />
<b>42.</b> Getting truly organized can vastly improve anyone’s life.<br />
<b>43.</b> Almost every cliché contains a truth so profound that people have been compelled to repeat it until it makes you roll your eyes. But the wisdom is still in there.<br />
<b>44.</b> People cause suffering when they are suffering themselves. Alleviating their suffering will probably remove their inclination to create it for others.<br />
<b>45. </b>High quality is worth any quantity, in possessions, friends and experiences.<br />
<b>46.</b> The world would be a better place if everyone read National Geographic.<br />
<b>47.</b> If you aren’t happy single, you won’t be happy in a relationship.<br />
<b>48.</b> Even if it costs no money, nothing is free if it takes time.<br />
<b>49.</b> Emotions exist to make us heavily biased towards or against something. This hinders as often as it helps.<br />
<b>50.</b> Addiction is a much greater problem in society than it’s made out to be. It’s present in every person in various forms, but usually we call it something else.<br />
<b>51. </b>“Gut feeling” is not just a euphemism. Tension in the abdomen speaks volumes about how you truly feel about something, beyond all arguments and rationales.<br />
<b>52.</b> Posture and dress change profoundly how you feel about yourself and how others feel about you, like it or not.<br />
<b>53.</b> Everyone thinks they’re an above average driver.<br />
<b>54.</b> The urge to punish others has much more to do with venting frustration than correcting behavior.<br />
<b>55.</b> By default, people think far too much.<br />
<b>56.</b> If anything is worth splurging on, it’s a high-quality mattress. You’ll spend a third of your life using it.<br />
<b>57.</b> There is nothing worse than having no friends.<br />
<b>58.</b> To write a person off as worthless is an act of great violence.<br />
<b>59.</b> Try as we might to be otherwise, we are all hypocrites.<br />
<b>60.</b> Justice is a human invention which is in reality rarely achievable, but many will not hesitate to destroy lives demanding it.<br />
<b>61.</b> Kids will usually understand exactly what you mean if you keep it to one or two short sentences.<br />
<b>62.</b> Stuff that’s on sale usually has an annoying downside.<br />
<b>63.</b> Casual swearing makes people sound dumb.<br />
<b>64.</b> Words are immensely powerful. One cruel remark can wound someone for life.<br />
<b>65.</b> It’s easy to make someone’s day just by being uncommonly pleasant to them.<br />
<b>66. </b>Most of what children learn from their parents isn’t taught on purpose. <br />
<b>67.</b> The secret ingredient is usually butter, in obscene amounts.<br />
<b>68.</b> It is worth re-trying foods that you didn’t like at first.<br />
<b>69.</b> Problems, when they arise, are rarely as painful as the act of fearing them.<br />
<b>70.</b> Nothing — ever — happens exactly like you pictured it.<br />
<b>71.</b> North Americans are generally terrible at accepting compliments and offers of help.<br />
<b>72. </b>There are not enough women in positions of power. The world has suffered from this deficit for a long time.<br />
<b>73.</b> When you break promises to yourself, you feel terrible. When you make a habit of it, you begin to hate yourself.<br />
<b>74.</b> A good nine out of ten bad things I worry about never happen. A good nine out of ten bad things that did happen never occurred to me to worry about.<br />
<b>75.</b> You can’t hide a bad mood from people who know you well, but you can always be polite.<br />
<b>76.</b> Sometimes you have to remove certain people from your life, even if they’re family.<br />
<b>77.</b> Anyone can be calmed in an instant by looking at the ocean or the stars.<br />
<b>78.</b> There is no point finishing a book you aren’t enjoying. Life is too short for that. Swallow your pride and put it down for good, unfinished.<br />
<b>79.</b> There is no correlation between the price of a brand of batteries and how long they last.<br />
<b>80.</b> Breaking new ground only takes a tiny amount more effort than you’re used to giving.<br />
<b>81.</b> Life is a solo trip, but you’ll have lots of visitors. Some of them are long-term, most aren’t.<br />
<b>82.</b> One of the best things you can do for your kids is take them on road trips. I’m not a parent, but I was a kid once.<br />
<b>83.</b> The fewer possessions you have, the more they do for you.<br />
<b>84.</b> Einstein was wiser than he was intelligent, and he was a genius.<br />
<b>8</b><b>5.</b> When you’re sick of your own life, that’s a good time to pick up a book.<br />
<b>86.</b> Wishing things were different is a great way to torture yourself.<br />
<b>87.</b> The ability to be happy is nothing other than the ability to come to terms with how things change.<br />
<b>88.</b> Killing time is an atrocity. It’s priceless, and it never grows back.shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-39171762128560291972009-11-11T20:55:00.002-06:002009-11-11T21:15:38.229-06:004th-stringSo I am really not sure how I feel about you anymore... I feel like you were serious when you said that I am "4th-string" espeically concidering things that I have been told about you & your reputation. And I really don't know if I can trust you. After all, it wasn't that long ago that you decided that you weren't going to talk to me anymore & then a couple weeks later you change your mind. Then to top it off, a couple days later you change your mind back & don't talk to me anymore. Then just the other day you are all buddy-buddy with me again. It seems to be just a bit too much back & forth for me. I never know when you are going to change your mind again & I am trying to keep myself from getting too attached just in case you do. It's not fair to me because I really like you, I'm not sure why, but I do. And I'm pretty sure you know how much I like you & I think that that is exactly why you are doing this to me...because you know that I will still be there when you need me. But you know what...I'm not going to be the girl that you only call when you are lonely. I want more & I deserve more. And if you are not willing to give that to me, please tell me now, because then I can stop wasting my time. I am not going to be the girl to lower my standard & settle for a guy that just calls me up from "4th-string" when he needs me.shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-36863434331894018622009-10-24T01:48:00.002-05:002009-10-24T01:50:24.025-05:00My Country Girl Roots<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>This is where I long to be... back in the country.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4w-1Y6ruL6vEINi-Jjl30Azr_ebzTgneeNyCF9KwZzrKtfMYuPQM3E_MbE00pIp3SN6H6HVgGWS9Fkse-ddvgLVOCLTM8TOC0wF3YQR1TyHRqzS56P64MoNr2Zxs-mV3pfRA9_rCBYrdf/s1600-h/284046902_341d2d6195_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4w-1Y6ruL6vEINi-Jjl30Azr_ebzTgneeNyCF9KwZzrKtfMYuPQM3E_MbE00pIp3SN6H6HVgGWS9Fkse-ddvgLVOCLTM8TOC0wF3YQR1TyHRqzS56P64MoNr2Zxs-mV3pfRA9_rCBYrdf/s400/284046902_341d2d6195_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396055137252972194" border="0" /></a>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-81057047973910604032009-09-23T23:19:00.001-05:002009-09-23T23:20:00.558-05:00First in a long time...here are some song lyrics!Does Anybody Hear Her<br />By: Casting Crowns<br /><br />She is running<br />A hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction<br />She is trying<br />But the canyon's ever widening<br />In the depths of her cold heart<br />So she sets out on another misadventure just to find<br />She's another two years older<br />And she's three more steps behind<br /><br />Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?<br />Or does anybody even know she's going down today<br />Under the shadow of our steeple<br />With all the lost and lonely people<br />Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me<br />Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?<br /><br />She is yearning<br />For shelter and affection<br />That she never found at home<br />She is searching<br />For a hero to ride in<br />To ride in and save the day<br />And in walks her prince charming<br />And he knows just what to say<br />Momentary lapse of reason<br />And she gives herself away<br /><br />Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?<br />Or does anybody even know she's going down today<br />Under the shadow of our steeple<br />With all the lost and lonely people<br />Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me<br />Does anybody hear her? Can anybody see?<br /><br />If judgment looms under every steeple<br />If lofty glances from lofty people<br />Can't see past her scarlet letter<br />And we've never even met her<br /><br />If judgment looms under every steeple<br />If lofty glances from lofty people<br />Can't see past her scarlet letter<br />And we've never even met her<br /><br />If Judgement looms under every steeple<br />If lofty glances from lofty people<br />Can't see past her scarlet letter<br />And we've never even met her<br /><br />Never even met her<br />(Never Even Met her)<br /><br />(OHHHHH)Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?<br />Or does anybody even know she's going down today<br />Under the shadow of our steeple<br />With all the lost and lonely people<br />Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me<br /><br />Does anybody hear her? (Does anybody hear her?) Does anybody see? (Does anybody See?)<br />Does anybody even know she's going down today?<br />Under the shadow of our steeple (shadow of her steeple)<br />With all the lost and lonely people (Lost and Lonely people)<br />Searching for the hope that's tucked away in you and me<br />Does anybody hear her? Does anybody see?<br /><br />He is running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong directionshelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-20890714754752150672009-05-16T09:52:00.001-05:002009-05-16T09:54:12.050-05:00Jesus PainterWhen I went to the LCMS National Youth Gathering in Orlando in 2004, this man painted every day at the mass event. His name is Mike Lewis and he is amazing! Check it out!<br /><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD80oP0wgB4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DD80oP0wgB4&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0xcc2550&color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-86551202149695132172009-05-11T16:00:00.002-05:002009-05-11T16:24:04.375-05:00Matthew 6:34.So I am in taking a class for my religion distibution this semester. Normally, I don't look forward to going to this class...it's just so boring because I never understand what she is talking about. Today however was a different story. Today we studied Matthew 6:1-7:11. The verse that stuck out to me the most was Matthew 6:34. It says: "So don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today's trouble is enough for today."<br /><br />This was the perfect verse for me to hear, and the perfect time in which to hear it. I have been worrying so much lately about the future. This verse opened my eyes & helped me to realize that I can't just waste time dwelling on what is going to happen tomorrow. I just need to live in today because God already knows what is going to happen for me tomorrow & he will lead me where to go. I can't control what God already has planned. All I can do is sit back & let him work.<br /><br />Another thing that this makes me think of is a paper that I have taped to the wall right by my bed. It is another thing that I need to get better at doing when I start to worry about the future. It is called "Good Morning. I Am God."<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Good Morning!<br /><br />I am God.<br /><br />Today I will be handling all of your problems. Please remember that I do not need your help.<br /><br />If the devil happes to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, DO NOT attempt to resolve it. Kindly put it in the S.F.J.T.D. (Something For Jesus To Do) Box. It will be addressed in MY time, not yours.<br /><br />Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold on to it or attempt to remove is. Holding on or removal will delay the resolution of your problem. If it is a situation that you think you are capable of handling, please consult me in prayer to be sure it is the proper solution.<br /><br />If you find yourself stuck in traffic; Don't despair. There are people in this world for whom driving is an unheard of privilege.<br /><br />Should you have a bad day at work, think of the man who has been out of work for years.<br /><br />Should you despair over a relationship gone bad, think of the person who has never known what it's like to love and be loved in return.<br /><br />Should you grieve the passing of another weekend, think of the woman in dire straits, working 12 hours a day, seven days a week to feed her children.<br /><br />Should your car break down leaving you miles from assistance, think of the parapalegic who would love the opportunity to take that walk.<br /><br />Should you notice a new gray hair in the mirror, think of the cancer patient on chemo who wishes she had hair to examine.<br /><br />Should you find yourself at a loss & pondering what is life all about, asking, "What is my purpose?" Be thankful. There are those who didn't live long enough to get the opportunity.<br /><br />Should you find yourself the victim of other people's bitterness, ignorance, smallness, or insecurities; remember, things could be worse. You could be them!<br /><br />Because I do not sleep nor do I slumber, there is no need for you to lose any sleep. Rest, my child. If you need to contact me, I am only a prayer away.<br /><br /></span></span></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-68972802535056159482009-04-25T17:06:00.000-05:002009-04-25T17:08:27.809-05:00<p style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);">Attack in <span style="border-bottom: medium none; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1240697180_2">Churchill,<span style="color:#0000fa;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 250);"> </span></span>Manitoba,<span style="color:#0000fa;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 250);"> </span></span>Canada</span></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);">. </span></span></b></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);"><br />These are pictures of an <u>actual polar bear</u> attack in Churchill.</span></span></b> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);"><br /><br />These pictures were taken while <u>people watched and could do nothing</u> to stop the attack!</span></span></b> <div style="text-align: center;"> </div><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt;"><br /></span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);"><br />Reports from the local newspaper say that the victim will make a full recovery.</span></span></b><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);"></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);"></span></span></b><br /><b><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);">The photo's are </span></span></b><b><span style="font-size:180%;color:red;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: red;">below and very graphic..</span></span></b><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL8jeMI_ru2wUmwUUiKOTLxClihoggd1dCteJIu-20cshlaqZP8Zc0iQMzL7_h-7Tig9oPGHJFYPnAZdaOkMuHgDiVRVJEtpj0h_Rc6S_F_NWdqFOhMMlxgjBpxMF_wXT3zYllgb7a0ZVn/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; 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font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(96, 33, 98);">SMILE</span></span></b><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#e12000;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(225, 32, 0);"> </span></span></b><b><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:180%;color:#602162;"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18pt; color: rgb(96, 33, 98);">IT DOES YOUR HEART GOOD!</span></span></b></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-91835899779631951442009-04-21T11:45:00.000-05:002009-04-21T11:50:17.065-05:00<div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Gun Control</span><br /><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"> Barack Obama at a recent rural elementary school assembly in East Texas, asked the audience for total quiet. Then, in the silence, he started to</span><br /><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"> slowly clap his hands once every few seconds, holding the audience in total silence.</span><br /><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"></span><br /><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"> Then he said into the microphone, 'Children, every time I clap my hands together, a child in America dies from gun violence.'</span><br /><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"></span><br /><span style="color: navy; font-size: 10pt;"> Then, little Richard Earl, with a proud East Texas drawl, pierced the quiet and said: ''Well, dumbass, stop clapping!'</span></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-77096775292547200272009-04-20T21:36:00.037-05:002009-04-20T22:16:14.846-05:00Picture from my trip to New York City & Philadelpha!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-cjs2-pboMVny4MpzejPgzeHlkHz5Z9X850rb4c1LV8bMsbfjyPgP1QlgvxPCKzuckw69pQRsXx439kxG8S8j_RKC3JPvAlmkZMG-RE2Rp7NfpFB4UNCDYsNFy1W6l5fNQe3MNAth90z/s1600-h/010.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF-cjs2-pboMVny4MpzejPgzeHlkHz5Z9X850rb4c1LV8bMsbfjyPgP1QlgvxPCKzuckw69pQRsXx439kxG8S8j_RKC3JPvAlmkZMG-RE2Rp7NfpFB4UNCDYsNFy1W6l5fNQe3MNAth90z/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974715391918034" border="0" /></a><br />Flying to New York City!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_7W6_hvh2jAaSUmfwiMd1MUQl_jdIHAuHD_sB0JYLLPlptfMtsr0lHMQS6iOMOjO77ByqgY8FpvcP49S1z-qr9RYPy8BmV8sb1ea2ju42lNCZAacVKBXsdM-DTlRWsMJ32OatDI3kYoJ/s1600-h/011.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW_7W6_hvh2jAaSUmfwiMd1MUQl_jdIHAuHD_sB0JYLLPlptfMtsr0lHMQS6iOMOjO77ByqgY8FpvcP49S1z-qr9RYPy8BmV8sb1ea2ju42lNCZAacVKBXsdM-DTlRWsMJ32OatDI3kYoJ/s400/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974588639326482" border="0" /></a><br />This plane was in a holding pattern with us when we were trying to land in LaGuardia. We circled the state of New York for about a half hour!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lyC54tWnTYj8GhfS-H6lL7hF4SUtbGEmhcTkPn2Q4Ww16-Yf-MccV-LoUKLthwi4IBc5zFEcO45I3GOpy7929DtLJ8JkoS6jCQ45bAxS3JZ-oeTV1OWtSN-0uQg3_PFmy89w46UUgGR0/s1600-h/017.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lyC54tWnTYj8GhfS-H6lL7hF4SUtbGEmhcTkPn2Q4Ww16-Yf-MccV-LoUKLthwi4IBc5zFEcO45I3GOpy7929DtLJ8JkoS6jCQ45bAxS3JZ-oeTV1OWtSN-0uQg3_PFmy89w46UUgGR0/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974463700398946" border="0" /></a><br />Times Square!! Well...a very small portion of it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjij8eVKq_DdO7jyq-qMsBHbCKR4l3VEOCu9RJalf_xYsB7y6-o9xDPDd06mXNWMMUI19zqLDSgXgyBXpVNgrqQXyQCNGpERUqK36Z_DPz_FGCkG8C95lBkZuFH1Cj-tA7bwcZ_qaDhPICj/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjij8eVKq_DdO7jyq-qMsBHbCKR4l3VEOCu9RJalf_xYsB7y6-o9xDPDd06mXNWMMUI19zqLDSgXgyBXpVNgrqQXyQCNGpERUqK36Z_DPz_FGCkG8C95lBkZuFH1Cj-tA7bwcZ_qaDhPICj/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974307476315682" border="0" /></a><br />Paul McCartney's guitar in the Hard Rock Cafe New York.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtNYGuq0hngoXa0gUyCL58-e3-BBd0EryPPI1wRobSbJ1W8ov3AlEP9XsZfULoIEApBuH30LfkqW9ulLxYtTo7v7GPG8gy36wEtEo-xukY63Pj0J4LQ7PxYMrt7Gm9g-jQKIG-GgJc98t/s1600-h/032.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtNYGuq0hngoXa0gUyCL58-e3-BBd0EryPPI1wRobSbJ1W8ov3AlEP9XsZfULoIEApBuH30LfkqW9ulLxYtTo7v7GPG8gy36wEtEo-xukY63Pj0J4LQ7PxYMrt7Gm9g-jQKIG-GgJc98t/s400/032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974214065943586" border="0" /></a><br />Billy Joel's motorcycle at the HRC<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFBYCSgpL1mL1tPnc_RclkjtHTwk4jtS28oGJ6gkfMiUVGSPJU0KLugO9Zz3zuuQeBy0UZv3gjaOm_D09_LN3jySlrLJL2UxLbZkvnZfxUkiBU2y7r-D6-oHxftyd6to30ymFVY3R2HuO/s1600-h/040.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYFBYCSgpL1mL1tPnc_RclkjtHTwk4jtS28oGJ6gkfMiUVGSPJU0KLugO9Zz3zuuQeBy0UZv3gjaOm_D09_LN3jySlrLJL2UxLbZkvnZfxUkiBU2y7r-D6-oHxftyd6to30ymFVY3R2HuO/s400/040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326974056528446226" border="0" /></a><br />The view looking down from our hotel room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpAkq_cnxIQ8cYa8VDbtmM45ot18yxLmqATT6gJ3c66snmdeNZemTJdDHB3CgkOy1wsjg1JZ1P7W4AEjdAkISZ1Vc4_doOrORAdAX3CDF38k1j2e1HGnU-1Ks2SfTTQvRakkRjqk2WLVT/s1600-h/048.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOpAkq_cnxIQ8cYa8VDbtmM45ot18yxLmqATT6gJ3c66snmdeNZemTJdDHB3CgkOy1wsjg1JZ1P7W4AEjdAkISZ1Vc4_doOrORAdAX3CDF38k1j2e1HGnU-1Ks2SfTTQvRakkRjqk2WLVT/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973923998113730" border="0" /></a><br />Rockefeller Center on a rainy night. You couldn't even see the top this night because it was in the clouds!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBNCz80YIA4-uwHEViRkK7Fpapzc45Qi9lXn8GdQhUSlrh2xfEvtALd-4xR-afASD5p3sUbrMPAfIjjteXeb0IsHYieDzQW4k0D2yyXj6L1PRLNwu1GS_AyV_sC83DuU3houbdaWQJOUE/s1600-h/061.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyBNCz80YIA4-uwHEViRkK7Fpapzc45Qi9lXn8GdQhUSlrh2xfEvtALd-4xR-afASD5p3sUbrMPAfIjjteXeb0IsHYieDzQW4k0D2yyXj6L1PRLNwu1GS_AyV_sC83DuU3houbdaWQJOUE/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973819598039922" border="0" /></a><br />Ann Curry & Matt Lauer!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTdt8zxRxp3E24SYYsx49z1Qd3hmnE8qw6TQExjxuD7pwromLWL64eBZuP-aeLF96xNUQhx-sZbdUhRJDkpDlgevqfd59jjbTirD-9lYdgsjHu-TD_Ca0fniMvQ-GSbEKmjFX1NG9uxkf/s1600-h/064.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoTdt8zxRxp3E24SYYsx49z1Qd3hmnE8qw6TQExjxuD7pwromLWL64eBZuP-aeLF96xNUQhx-sZbdUhRJDkpDlgevqfd59jjbTirD-9lYdgsjHu-TD_Ca0fniMvQ-GSbEKmjFX1NG9uxkf/s400/064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973712085952354" border="0" /></a><br />Matt & I at the Today Show!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71Q0dRxhN3dSQsLjd9WmE3MZNNzCC-Cga0wVKiZLYGziMxSpkH_OD1rksxRQYbSI-vL60yvHfsmTL1LXnlhboumrAV6l9tBeBWGFNwFVEFdwhrGXQksy3TGLZehsR37zhlgZ0EyTDEoYt/s1600-h/068.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj71Q0dRxhN3dSQsLjd9WmE3MZNNzCC-Cga0wVKiZLYGziMxSpkH_OD1rksxRQYbSI-vL60yvHfsmTL1LXnlhboumrAV6l9tBeBWGFNwFVEFdwhrGXQksy3TGLZehsR37zhlgZ0EyTDEoYt/s400/068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973604534610066" border="0" /></a><br />Me & Matt Lauer's cardboard alter-ego!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcASZS-7QTyfbb_laKf1wC7sfKDwBazu-KTT1ROw6-xWkPf5kY93mg5aYeFHM3VgKWSW3Dr6yTnMOsr0xm50Yf27DmMIlD9mpW8HvI1G0Z2psJaD1SKC2DaaGVE3hCUWlJ-aAj1NAoIK1/s1600-h/074.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVcASZS-7QTyfbb_laKf1wC7sfKDwBazu-KTT1ROw6-xWkPf5kY93mg5aYeFHM3VgKWSW3Dr6yTnMOsr0xm50Yf27DmMIlD9mpW8HvI1G0Z2psJaD1SKC2DaaGVE3hCUWlJ-aAj1NAoIK1/s400/074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973467771355810" border="0" /></a><br />Facing south from the top of Rockefeller Center. The tall building is the Empire State Building!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrWxzA2cOewHS9t6Mw-iXOSm5c4QxmtykVEKPaOx-MeXS_YVFnvRSTQCZf3hceFjef6h6agPtm9cTcKS6vLOeFwsF3ZRx8c6XEnqU1xrAS08w7VQ6tnRSl70THMq_8Y5x-VgQ9LGKNjoj/s1600-h/080.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsrWxzA2cOewHS9t6Mw-iXOSm5c4QxmtykVEKPaOx-MeXS_YVFnvRSTQCZf3hceFjef6h6agPtm9cTcKS6vLOeFwsF3ZRx8c6XEnqU1xrAS08w7VQ6tnRSl70THMq_8Y5x-VgQ9LGKNjoj/s400/080.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973325603137954" border="0" /></a><br />Matt & I at the top of Rockefeller Center<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C79xe-h-V6DDNCD8NbcOBB_lRZCbmk1orzRm611t_0NyZw1SMWA8v4f8lATyOPadAGDRguuPcsmhARq3OOpoj9HLuhoriHAvgkw63fe0ZdhtM_qTcr50UK_igb-3bCFltvZXGzjH2JKC/s1600-h/089.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0C79xe-h-V6DDNCD8NbcOBB_lRZCbmk1orzRm611t_0NyZw1SMWA8v4f8lATyOPadAGDRguuPcsmhARq3OOpoj9HLuhoriHAvgkw63fe0ZdhtM_qTcr50UK_igb-3bCFltvZXGzjH2JKC/s400/089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326973186086951970" border="0" /></a><br />New York Knicks game at Madison Square Garden.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34g31dcKZpZEyq_Nn4AMmVZTMZftvTH4u4J_3sO-RYlLepEuVcPrZjv510lyt_UdsVKTwNaQumr2H9KltV0L5ZtoWXSHx9UcZX0tqZ8Y21lbMwqg92fUkWXAHEO3egqunN8r9WAJDo61j/s1600-h/105.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh34g31dcKZpZEyq_Nn4AMmVZTMZftvTH4u4J_3sO-RYlLepEuVcPrZjv510lyt_UdsVKTwNaQumr2H9KltV0L5ZtoWXSHx9UcZX0tqZ8Y21lbMwqg92fUkWXAHEO3egqunN8r9WAJDo61j/s400/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972753464240290" border="0" /></a><br />A piece of skyline from Central Park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ87z3iUoID2em_HIOCeeWf3wrl4_GMPnNjivi-vRVOj_Jleop0c8ojuK4hOPQSCb6n54VCZCJWRaEnqKwYQp7Fv9U1bPDb6V_kuzepl50-6SfEEa22bXbjy3px0_7qJjlmkBrlGC0NUuW/s1600-h/117.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ87z3iUoID2em_HIOCeeWf3wrl4_GMPnNjivi-vRVOj_Jleop0c8ojuK4hOPQSCb6n54VCZCJWRaEnqKwYQp7Fv9U1bPDb6V_kuzepl50-6SfEEa22bXbjy3px0_7qJjlmkBrlGC0NUuW/s400/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972522040094658" border="0" /></a><br />Don't let this fool you...It's not a statue but a REAL PERSON!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoFaMtn_xnwTBDOjehfo9KEP-SAJbLqukIQB8ZMowraRTVfMbRcI9DGPQu53zWapiUCKi_r_FCbRk4RWWuWCzNX6uJvgk5NE8mnU87olqWfma_hp4rEORSZhZJrEpr_EzmOiK_ihlZnIh/s1600-h/123.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBoFaMtn_xnwTBDOjehfo9KEP-SAJbLqukIQB8ZMowraRTVfMbRcI9DGPQu53zWapiUCKi_r_FCbRk4RWWuWCzNX6uJvgk5NE8mnU87olqWfma_hp4rEORSZhZJrEpr_EzmOiK_ihlZnIh/s400/123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972400099004322" border="0" /></a><br />A girl's favorite store...TIFFANY'S!! I didn't go in... :(<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91snUsjKAMMoi6C_e-VTulFzYdWb-v_eoq97-IB-dmmUOf2OKOTSah4KThBMfSv4ZOmdyJUzuICXIdtkxisdIaGgwiXns_WLSOe4C0pcdQPs48xxpA69-xgp9rs7AGzdoYAMYl7VnPOaM/s1600-h/127.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg91snUsjKAMMoi6C_e-VTulFzYdWb-v_eoq97-IB-dmmUOf2OKOTSah4KThBMfSv4ZOmdyJUzuICXIdtkxisdIaGgwiXns_WLSOe4C0pcdQPs48xxpA69-xgp9rs7AGzdoYAMYl7VnPOaM/s400/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972281026088610" border="0" /></a><br />St. Patrick's Cathedral<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBm1fGe9RJ4lFEb4C2Gg51pvNz8KpRWo1oMUSxxRDiO5atdAFGB5Z5ChLyc6evD-ZRACuGF1MFuh7MdJmblwmeMxhrftLfV34_dq08vRzXW8bMZzt-QmVoMpuY2lWVh5wHozjO0ENLI1tI/s1600-h/131.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBm1fGe9RJ4lFEb4C2Gg51pvNz8KpRWo1oMUSxxRDiO5atdAFGB5Z5ChLyc6evD-ZRACuGF1MFuh7MdJmblwmeMxhrftLfV34_dq08vRzXW8bMZzt-QmVoMpuY2lWVh5wHozjO0ENLI1tI/s400/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972146861084178" border="0" /></a><br />The Winter Garden Theatre where we saw Mamma Mia!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMPvWKX7_Xk40T5esxun4BwyPksu_qrdrIMlbZr2NNDkipPiAnInxT5kxXPxh-3ubPMYQLiLkicmXYp61HmlZI91iWdoEDyWsCWp-3fNyQFjMdVXchS4tYJ4GlwUSTZxR5FCe3FGhT1jU/s1600-h/133.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvMPvWKX7_Xk40T5esxun4BwyPksu_qrdrIMlbZr2NNDkipPiAnInxT5kxXPxh-3ubPMYQLiLkicmXYp61HmlZI91iWdoEDyWsCWp-3fNyQFjMdVXchS4tYJ4GlwUSTZxR5FCe3FGhT1jU/s400/133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326972007801422754" border="0" /></a><br />Matt & I waiting to go inside the theatre.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOafRxdqgebU2YNF6uk9s77qKwnFSPoSjDIot-E9hsZqVbx_WjDbFDAyx9XOaQiq7-qWxFKqtXPwkZ3kayoHQ3uDTRYbNPfVhGBMPsvDzhjrgTovxO6ja_XI8dPLgqaJwCV36sSu9XAL52/s1600-h/135.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOafRxdqgebU2YNF6uk9s77qKwnFSPoSjDIot-E9hsZqVbx_WjDbFDAyx9XOaQiq7-qWxFKqtXPwkZ3kayoHQ3uDTRYbNPfVhGBMPsvDzhjrgTovxO6ja_XI8dPLgqaJwCV36sSu9XAL52/s400/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971846441471138" border="0" /></a><br />Times Square at night! If you look closely near the top of the billboards in the middle you can see the ball that drops on New Year's Eve!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMmXkdBWx96WI6Tuvlu4MKHEx_HbzjhvRQ2BnOERlRshfaMPCBA9y0KOuXMNyX5oT7kh9JesnnFHmcLZScrQGeiy5YZe0-iyVHsWG5Zk8nNnrMTUnUCFpk-3oNTAWPLqPGctYfJWzZVt5/s1600-h/138.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCMmXkdBWx96WI6Tuvlu4MKHEx_HbzjhvRQ2BnOERlRshfaMPCBA9y0KOuXMNyX5oT7kh9JesnnFHmcLZScrQGeiy5YZe0-iyVHsWG5Zk8nNnrMTUnUCFpk-3oNTAWPLqPGctYfJWzZVt5/s400/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971696164726114" border="0" /></a><br />Matt & I walking around Times Square.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UW1i3ICx_ysMrOc31HG7NXvthVZY0VgJcJKIsmITpJC_gDHvQ2ymm1_z323PXC6obiysLAy4SxYkfecGieSXIvmwJXTb9_0Ao8ALA7OJ8DODh5Z9ZVG1PsTFnXkkN-0AknTnhtrM6jmT/s1600-h/140.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9UW1i3ICx_ysMrOc31HG7NXvthVZY0VgJcJKIsmITpJC_gDHvQ2ymm1_z323PXC6obiysLAy4SxYkfecGieSXIvmwJXTb9_0Ao8ALA7OJ8DODh5Z9ZVG1PsTFnXkkN-0AknTnhtrM6jmT/s400/140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971529049540194" border="0" /></a><br />A steel beam from the World Trade Centers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLQSRW5kg1diAr2fDl-4FWwPQPtICRODCZjhd0_ka6dqFKd9s8QfACwVcJf7ksKrQ7_S_NrhUkgrhIagsEZ_AbB524afW98LaZPtti7q7rCSDwg4iz9lyTY9i6kc0pTb5qnI3DWexjgas/s1600-h/143.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwLQSRW5kg1diAr2fDl-4FWwPQPtICRODCZjhd0_ka6dqFKd9s8QfACwVcJf7ksKrQ7_S_NrhUkgrhIagsEZ_AbB524afW98LaZPtti7q7rCSDwg4iz9lyTY9i6kc0pTb5qnI3DWexjgas/s400/143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971411430024658" border="0" /></a><br />This is where the Towers stood...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6rS9fzFXSzevxOMFsuaa-Sd0brhQFYJ3XODANEzGJw5GpNjJX9k2CJ3MTcD6Tg_7zxYemkATvl377EBPjKXkpb5Fosl6BLBCprSKNJx8Jo1qBeXqe5jJY5aIQCM1xv4B9YMFiWjSwvag/s1600-h/145.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf6rS9fzFXSzevxOMFsuaa-Sd0brhQFYJ3XODANEzGJw5GpNjJX9k2CJ3MTcD6Tg_7zxYemkATvl377EBPjKXkpb5Fosl6BLBCprSKNJx8Jo1qBeXqe5jJY5aIQCM1xv4B9YMFiWjSwvag/s400/145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971219435229954" border="0" /></a><br />This was the sculpture that was in the Plaza of the Twin Towers. It got pretty beat up when the Towers fell. It is now in Battery Park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmouLuCUbxKrmcCpoY6yAgpKd9APgfKHMgVo43dugRsYhzjfeNG2TN6V28LKq-oucdtX6x6pcY6xYbx69DE26TdcZEFk4E9VtoximwSJBGP_YT39XT313qLCebfRpd5ZDxkJTAKxp-lPga/s1600-h/146.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmouLuCUbxKrmcCpoY6yAgpKd9APgfKHMgVo43dugRsYhzjfeNG2TN6V28LKq-oucdtX6x6pcY6xYbx69DE26TdcZEFk4E9VtoximwSJBGP_YT39XT313qLCebfRpd5ZDxkJTAKxp-lPga/s400/146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326971085170302914" border="0" /></a><br />A smart pigeon warming itself by the eternal flame in front of the above sculpture.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_8O7IEm6eeFZDLb9PAHHle5aipV4xdGWakPhlhMmUErjedKx2cZZTNwTkTVQSYC72j6k5L1WevKeEBGMhecguc4UFWHF_WR7-JknC6RMdGhmUwndRGKAEG-AbrDdtzRUek2fzZTYIGIm/s1600-h/155.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_8O7IEm6eeFZDLb9PAHHle5aipV4xdGWakPhlhMmUErjedKx2cZZTNwTkTVQSYC72j6k5L1WevKeEBGMhecguc4UFWHF_WR7-JknC6RMdGhmUwndRGKAEG-AbrDdtzRUek2fzZTYIGIm/s400/155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970936897650802" border="0" /></a><br />Lady Liberty! It was VERY foggy & cloudy that day so we didn't even want to go to the top.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJw9MtvkW8BCb1EyggyWwhTnE8fYpi8GY-LRsHEkOBspJTsch_GuIZT9KnuogTWZ5cU4viHkZVF16saPX8dQPf4Fqmf4pnrDnGyRWyh7ig38QEAp-rLeWMywSK8lLRKZb3gJyx2k7UyvEE/s1600-h/171.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJw9MtvkW8BCb1EyggyWwhTnE8fYpi8GY-LRsHEkOBspJTsch_GuIZT9KnuogTWZ5cU4viHkZVF16saPX8dQPf4Fqmf4pnrDnGyRWyh7ig38QEAp-rLeWMywSK8lLRKZb3gJyx2k7UyvEE/s400/171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970706534399122" border="0" /></a><br />Walking on the Brooklyn Bridge!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-z-neO8HS0Mf2vytPpc2PwNAGMCyM54OGHdUZI-K8XRLeZ1T7RShTZs8ToebMzXxJd-dcuX8nqUx_PLBLXrYK5KL3N3FwJ0RONIxPabpa7bzEB0dWPknanItCdwNs5XPWkO7ExqaiS3jV/s1600-h/174.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-z-neO8HS0Mf2vytPpc2PwNAGMCyM54OGHdUZI-K8XRLeZ1T7RShTZs8ToebMzXxJd-dcuX8nqUx_PLBLXrYK5KL3N3FwJ0RONIxPabpa7bzEB0dWPknanItCdwNs5XPWkO7ExqaiS3jV/s400/174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970538272376338" border="0" /></a><br />The cars below us on the Brooklyn Bridge. This is probably my favorite picture of all the pictures I took on the trip.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPpKtDWNEH3uE31BhVrZG21wciBiNsfksKe3sXRZK9w__iWJgwHg9odqbSSb_xCZnuYolqGb65TNOGbnK7J3nGVlX6q1KTlxSKBeDkz61gUPJ-o8sCAd0GDBUt-1n4f-WyNHYPorv8O5r/s1600-h/190.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwPpKtDWNEH3uE31BhVrZG21wciBiNsfksKe3sXRZK9w__iWJgwHg9odqbSSb_xCZnuYolqGb65TNOGbnK7J3nGVlX6q1KTlxSKBeDkz61gUPJ-o8sCAd0GDBUt-1n4f-WyNHYPorv8O5r/s400/190.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970254528322594" border="0" /></a><br />The Philadelphia 76ers at the Wachovia Center!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChSK8sOeAR0YZpYt9VzBhZWFuq9LQceZFfkVTEfuBwYMsHy6S2cGVuU29L1oPEum4YkSK05Rieah1wGPVaY2RYubVkgoUwGJld3RVJ4YrdJbDi_4N7zIBnxj4L0dihrReK3-cpJuW0d05/s1600-h/206.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgChSK8sOeAR0YZpYt9VzBhZWFuq9LQceZFfkVTEfuBwYMsHy6S2cGVuU29L1oPEum4YkSK05Rieah1wGPVaY2RYubVkgoUwGJld3RVJ4YrdJbDi_4N7zIBnxj4L0dihrReK3-cpJuW0d05/s400/206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326970061378764162" border="0" /></a><br />A soldier's hut from the American Revolution.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jDxPqb5dkW2W4r3d3ifkXZMTgMr5XLD56MrsDjPAaNbDWTELjP67GGAyK7SsU8nJfWd19gkzQ2e6ssh0MQIIPFCgcOWkYUIuLnql_My-JH6_5PGOogQGJZfKDLBTZ0ka74TNLmH0JI43/s1600-h/213.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1jDxPqb5dkW2W4r3d3ifkXZMTgMr5XLD56MrsDjPAaNbDWTELjP67GGAyK7SsU8nJfWd19gkzQ2e6ssh0MQIIPFCgcOWkYUIuLnql_My-JH6_5PGOogQGJZfKDLBTZ0ka74TNLmH0JI43/s400/213.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969868043766370" border="0" /></a><br />More huts!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHVQwfHSDCtseTUe04cy9JJ46UMYLcOu7O9gDhIGlsRWOW6HsQtwRZQFtqMQVfxxwPhovQjBlvmfFr5yf07c15YlBnpxCsQZQZ0FAGF7zrGX0qmZX81mntnJW-toXQ8TaK0l-zLpLAr9J/s1600-h/215.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfHVQwfHSDCtseTUe04cy9JJ46UMYLcOu7O9gDhIGlsRWOW6HsQtwRZQFtqMQVfxxwPhovQjBlvmfFr5yf07c15YlBnpxCsQZQZ0FAGF7zrGX0qmZX81mntnJW-toXQ8TaK0l-zLpLAr9J/s400/215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969471679993986" border="0" /></a><br />Inside a hut. They each housed 12 soldiers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1NNP2fEt-u_WZIHatkKG1NY3PP071T1xON7wllRF3wVBUAuCjF0xWi6nodRaDSKt2tIO2Zmt0BvjMBzcYGDCOzjs6xk1Ol9prpRT1q_INX4_HY5a96bNhu_1OQH-V3HsTO8_Pupzk6eO/s1600-h/235.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT1NNP2fEt-u_WZIHatkKG1NY3PP071T1xON7wllRF3wVBUAuCjF0xWi6nodRaDSKt2tIO2Zmt0BvjMBzcYGDCOzjs6xk1Ol9prpRT1q_INX4_HY5a96bNhu_1OQH-V3HsTO8_Pupzk6eO/s400/235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969336907387170" border="0" /></a><br />The Liberty Bell!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOBXsGzdZsAfSsT9VTgelYtgeA5etEfeeGhquJ-0nCFKNuafzy7c3r3uJCfU2avOr_My_oFmgbOiLQIvvDpb2UTJRcIxtfCZFv_Aneshgvicyq3dxYtzhAFH0EYXG-u6dgnbrxYiVdXtk/s1600-h/239.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvOBXsGzdZsAfSsT9VTgelYtgeA5etEfeeGhquJ-0nCFKNuafzy7c3r3uJCfU2avOr_My_oFmgbOiLQIvvDpb2UTJRcIxtfCZFv_Aneshgvicyq3dxYtzhAFH0EYXG-u6dgnbrxYiVdXtk/s400/239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969203996760242" border="0" /></a><br />Independence Hall!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmV0pMpw5g-MwX5D1zgRLCJX60NXBtmybTDtyko-L6sRdTCvAQe-gM-Kdo6BbR4YPfXSXl1YyltSvyV8IGTt2zaCkyEi3L_7JtAzhLBfjlx99cP5Jy3SKQWJeHJr8YGwYysCpSrxwUxv6-/s1600-h/246.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmV0pMpw5g-MwX5D1zgRLCJX60NXBtmybTDtyko-L6sRdTCvAQe-gM-Kdo6BbR4YPfXSXl1YyltSvyV8IGTt2zaCkyEi3L_7JtAzhLBfjlx99cP5Jy3SKQWJeHJr8YGwYysCpSrxwUxv6-/s400/246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326969064434056898" border="0" /></a><br />That is the ACTUAL chair that George Washington sat in when they were framing the Constitution!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHNALWPs-k_s1XzruStF6mssLt7jakGbv-Mfmi335uMNYKlx1_cpHLHbWU12YZB1cVISQ8QwoyjqyiZuUq6NyNQhVbLlTjNIz_AHhChgf1TaWaI_pU_vGdgnJoa-NfElSlo2u04unWkXa/s1600-h/251.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuHNALWPs-k_s1XzruStF6mssLt7jakGbv-Mfmi335uMNYKlx1_cpHLHbWU12YZB1cVISQ8QwoyjqyiZuUq6NyNQhVbLlTjNIz_AHhChgf1TaWaI_pU_vGdgnJoa-NfElSlo2u04unWkXa/s400/251.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326968897492568370" border="0" /></a><br />Benjamin Franklin's grave.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQI9U_11GTztgWxe-SgVXW3WXBSlJix9_CiH9tra2FdScpp-Ibair9bfUJe5dp22Sn_50j8lEVq0l8Zn-q_g5d4TMwivCNUrrmk2TgthEPVkpg1mQCiyBXM1r3c4ZUhtG4sOZxdJH2Mmkb/s1600-h/273.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQI9U_11GTztgWxe-SgVXW3WXBSlJix9_CiH9tra2FdScpp-Ibair9bfUJe5dp22Sn_50j8lEVq0l8Zn-q_g5d4TMwivCNUrrmk2TgthEPVkpg1mQCiyBXM1r3c4ZUhtG4sOZxdJH2Mmkb/s400/273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326968602667588690" border="0" /></a><br />Matt's cousin's dog, Max. He is a deer-type Chihuahua! I want one!shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-30896018812286164892009-04-12T21:52:00.002-05:002009-04-12T22:06:22.057-05:00Oh, I could write a sonnet about your Easter bonnet!<div align="center">I am watching one of my all-time favorite movies, Easter Parade with Judy Garland & Fred Astaire! I watch it every Easter (along with other random times throughout the year!). This year, though, it has a more special meaning because I have walked down the famous 5th Avenue where the Easter parade happened! And the whole time I was walking down it, I was singing Easter Parade in my head! Oh, and just another related random fact about myself...I am a HUGE fan of Judy Garland!! I think she is absolutely wonderful! Sometimes I wish I were about 50 years older than I am just so I could have been alive at the height of her career!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2LA13oUwKX6g_myzPz7b_ZjlUp4pjSgx_OrjZIimA_tTQ6gzcY7EbKQ1fifJC0dKmD-svy2mwHXjdk2R1yjQTFuR9vnYFK7_9AcMYFoA7qas0Dwgu3ebl7AjplivB5JLh-wo4i_eN69N/s1600-h/EasterParade.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324006813250583074" style="WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB2LA13oUwKX6g_myzPz7b_ZjlUp4pjSgx_OrjZIimA_tTQ6gzcY7EbKQ1fifJC0dKmD-svy2mwHXjdk2R1yjQTFuR9vnYFK7_9AcMYFoA7qas0Dwgu3ebl7AjplivB5JLh-wo4i_eN69N/s400/EasterParade.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">P.S. Janell-Janell, my next blog will be about my trip!<br /></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-79392022640715425512009-03-14T17:07:00.000-05:002009-03-14T17:09:19.872-05:00Nothing Could Change What You Mean To Me<span style="font-weight: bold;">Heaven by Bryan Adams</span><br /><br />Oh - thinking about all our younger years<br />There was only you and me<br />We were young and wild and free<br /><br />Now nothing can take you away from me<br />We've been down that road before<br />But that's over now<br />You keep me coming back for more<br /><br />*Chorus:<br />Baby you're all that I want<br />When you're lying here in my arms<br />I'm finding it hard to believe<br />We're in heaven<br />And love is all that I need<br />And I found it there in your heart<br />It isn't too hard to see<br />We're in heaven<br /><br />Oh - once in your life you find someone<br />Who will turn your world around<br />Bring you up when you're feeling down<br /><br />Yeah nothing could change what you mean to me<br />Oh there's lots that I could say<br />But just hold me now<br />Cause our love will light the way<br /><br />*Chorus*<br /><br />I've been waiting for so long<br />For something to arrive<br />For love to come along<br /><br />Now our dreams are coming true<br />Through the good times and the bad<br />I'll be standing there by you<br /><br />*chorus*oh no..oh no..we're in heaven..shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-75774795831169241542009-02-26T18:02:00.007-06:002009-02-26T18:27:05.678-06:00Only 28 More Days!!!<div style="text-align: center;">So I am getting REALLY excited for my trip to New York City & Philadelphia!! By next week I will probably start losing sleep because I am so excited! Since I am so excited I am posting a blog about my trip plans so far!<br /><br />See the brown-ish building right in the middle of this picture?? That is the Crowne Plaza Times Square! That is where we are staying!! And see all the people & stuff below it...that's Times Square!! <span style="font-style: italic;">THE </span>TIMES SQUARE!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZbCn0JogDSJmj7Ejlb_Ij1z3QBPHQ3qDgfdQaBbLIDRVbrJz1Wd0g3jJ2LWLF48G3bl0DSW5nTUVa4-OSeOKLSSrhUtlX71S8e-cQwfqEkLnUr3rlsdUkNB9Q28ruzu6h9jpmFAI-ZGW/s1600-h/crowne_plaza_times_square.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzZbCn0JogDSJmj7Ejlb_Ij1z3QBPHQ3qDgfdQaBbLIDRVbrJz1Wd0g3jJ2LWLF48G3bl0DSW5nTUVa4-OSeOKLSSrhUtlX71S8e-cQwfqEkLnUr3rlsdUkNB9Q28ruzu6h9jpmFAI-ZGW/s400/crowne_plaza_times_square.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307261595975718402" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Look at this picture. Yes, that is Al Roker! Well Matt & I are going to be one of those crazy people who are in the crowd! Watch the Today Show on Friday, March 27th & look for us!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4w6qUNGykCcHqIw1-McLQU6jN-uo3eFdZAS2ocWXrGABPrzQuBX4OsaklOQV22KEl_sjDVnAGrdRYFI2Gbc0psRjZeZbyDwqXKD4F9rvAWH-1DXSIOXTKvaalY3U0CuZx4R0KYhIysgF/s1600-h/rokeron.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig4w6qUNGykCcHqIw1-McLQU6jN-uo3eFdZAS2ocWXrGABPrzQuBX4OsaklOQV22KEl_sjDVnAGrdRYFI2Gbc0psRjZeZbyDwqXKD4F9rvAWH-1DXSIOXTKvaalY3U0CuZx4R0KYhIysgF/s400/rokeron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307262682528175938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Picture numero tres! This is Madison Square Garden! Home of the New York Knicks! Matt & I will be there Friday night to watch the Knicks game!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaen7LzJkNFzQr4L_bt6aZX1niv-iiVv8riLDAejzBbUIxTqg2ACdLm12BWRiJM7psRYWwljatjdPqP-xBOqXFZJoWo-JgasIwmftsPKU0vjiL6_qynAwwW5z0Ewos_fYxnJcjieBNwq0g/s1600-h/madison-square-garden.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaen7LzJkNFzQr4L_bt6aZX1niv-iiVv8riLDAejzBbUIxTqg2ACdLm12BWRiJM7psRYWwljatjdPqP-xBOqXFZJoWo-JgasIwmftsPKU0vjiL6_qynAwwW5z0Ewos_fYxnJcjieBNwq0g/s400/madison-square-garden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307263709799546962" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saturday night we are going to the Winter Garden Theatre (see below!) to see Mamma Mia! This theatre was also the home of the longest running show on broadway, Cats!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidML74ps-C6FtrEpMLqxQQfzAyjJ-aMUg6XBvIMPYA-8dcc_IpHAFZKAXdIfT0vqyBbhiK3kZW0l4tqwegt1DGPTaVjZ-CJhgnnBdsjaLfFZSeW6O5xMLcOt8h54hgFJ0kUXNmrmA5T94s/s1600-h/1572934645_1361a123d3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidML74ps-C6FtrEpMLqxQQfzAyjJ-aMUg6XBvIMPYA-8dcc_IpHAFZKAXdIfT0vqyBbhiK3kZW0l4tqwegt1DGPTaVjZ-CJhgnnBdsjaLfFZSeW6O5xMLcOt8h54hgFJ0kUXNmrmA5T94s/s400/1572934645_1361a123d3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307264892480354642" border="0" /></a><br />This is what it looks like on the inside!! Beautiful!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr8rCpfjM6KSXASrD1Ecqny9yNIdMG3VcheT3mUhqmbY4uW4Fj5OlTIVGYRI3tKBcc5rjcd_gua-RgZbBaiUoNreYVEUpw9l-tvhvlO4AiJLwqg17KY-XKWGesJkAIOxg5-9wx7caU-wT/s1600-h/wintergarden_recinto3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvr8rCpfjM6KSXASrD1Ecqny9yNIdMG3VcheT3mUhqmbY4uW4Fj5OlTIVGYRI3tKBcc5rjcd_gua-RgZbBaiUoNreYVEUpw9l-tvhvlO4AiJLwqg17KY-XKWGesJkAIOxg5-9wx7caU-wT/s400/wintergarden_recinto3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307265698925972098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And the last picture. Ground Zero. This is where we are going on Sunday. I know that there isn't really much to see here but I'm a history person & this is, I think, the biggest thing to happen to the country in my life time (or at least what I remember). This is like the JFK assassination for my generation. I can't wait to be there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W7whAFUyIzZuGkY1KIN5DvM9Ugf03u-5t66UlKBSn_3HmbpXtbD4w8rwHzzsgcYdBORYsu8Q_HO-0d7NXoRC3enYLfdc5Y60H-Uad5LD9u_hK5A10ld5qVYA8oW_54pe8CPbLwFfrMug/s1600-h/ground_zero_pit.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9W7whAFUyIzZuGkY1KIN5DvM9Ugf03u-5t66UlKBSn_3HmbpXtbD4w8rwHzzsgcYdBORYsu8Q_HO-0d7NXoRC3enYLfdc5Y60H-Uad5LD9u_hK5A10ld5qVYA8oW_54pe8CPbLwFfrMug/s400/ground_zero_pit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307266991791059698" border="0" /></a><br /></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-25800407013539430032009-02-04T15:25:00.005-06:002009-02-04T15:54:00.347-06:00Please Remember<div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;">I can't believe that is has been 6 years. It feels like it was just yesterday that she was taken from us all too soon. Even though we weren't extremely close she was the one person that I looked up to more than anyone else. I wanted to be just like her. She was so sociable and pretty and she was nice to everyone! The thing that I remember most was her contagious smile. It was beautiful. Our superintendent described it best in an article in the school newspaper. He said, "[Elyse's] smile was as bold and beautiful as the sunshine on the morning of her death."<br />I don't think I have been as sad as I was since the day of the accident. It is definitely in the top 3 worst days of my life. And it sucks that the first funeral I had ever been to had to the funeral of a 16-year-old classmate. I have never seen the gymnasium that full of people. I think there were over 1,000 people there. That show how many people she touched in some way. But I know now that we can find comfort in knowing that she is still with all of us today and that we will see her again soon.<br /><br />Here is a poem that I wrote that day after school:<br /><br /></div><h2 style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;"><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblTitle">Gone</span></h2><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;font-family:arial;" class="ArticleBody"> <h3><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblDedication">To: Elyse</span></h3> <span style="font-size:85%;"><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody">She touched our hearts<br />In so many ways<br />But now that she's gone<br />We just cannot say<br />How much we will miss her<br />And we'll think of her each day<br /></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span id="ctl00_ContentPlaceHolder1_lblPoemBody" class="poembody">It's just not sinking in<br />That she is gone for good<br />It all feels like a bad, bad dream<br />If we could change that past we would<br /><br />But God took her to heaven<br />To live for ever with him there<br />And she will always watch over us<br />And she will always care<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisBNfK9yqw3PwLIiauDx_yiMCWFPVa8UicQYi82L0mehsVk5o0DdzfALo3e8K-Vcz4Xi3JfYUmEKSu3dijwz14Rrnww_x4nbAtWvNoCH7g40oLCA-m8OPGJU_ylG_QVM5AV6CTulPhXp3/s1600-h/044.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjisBNfK9yqw3PwLIiauDx_yiMCWFPVa8UicQYi82L0mehsVk5o0DdzfALo3e8K-Vcz4Xi3JfYUmEKSu3dijwz14Rrnww_x4nbAtWvNoCH7g40oLCA-m8OPGJU_ylG_QVM5AV6CTulPhXp3/s400/044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299058508134743682" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;">Elyse Margaret Miller</span></span><br />November 13, 1986 - February 4, 2003<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"><br /></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-43337619490787939802009-01-25T17:01:00.003-06:002009-01-25T17:03:40.924-06:0025 Things About ME!!This was going around facebook so I thought since I spent probably like 2 hours filling it out that I would put it on here too! Enjoy!<br />----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.<br />(If you don't feel like keeping this going, that's okay, it is just for fun, so no worries.)<br /><br /><br />1. I am a horrible procrastinator! I pretty much always put things off until the very last minute! That is definitely something that I need to work on.<br /><br />2. I have met John Mayer! And seen him in concert twice (and I go see him again in a heartbeat)! I've also seen Dierks Bentley, Miranda Lambert, Keith Urban, Sara Bareilles & Neil Diamond. I am really hoping to add Billy Joel & Elton John to the list in May! And hopefully someday in the future I will get to see George Strait in concert!<br /><br />3. I am planning on doing my 5th (and hopefully final) year of college at University of Nebraska-Omaha. I am really excited for a change of scenery. The whole small town thing is making me really restless.<br /><br />4. I am getting my bachelors degree in History. I would really love to go to grad school but unless I get my GPA up in the next year and a half or so I don't think that it is an option for me anymore. :(<br /><br />5. Please don't ask me what I am going to do with my history degree because I don't know. Just thinking about it makes me nervous...so please....don't ask me.<br /><br />6. I am addicted to the Travel channel! I espeically LOVE to watch Bizarre Foods with Andrew Zimmern!<br /><br />7. I absolutely LOVE music! Any music! Well...almost...I don't really care too much for rap. Unless it has a good beat to dance to. I lovelovelove classic rock! Journey, Queen, AC/DC, Boston, & The Beatles are a few of my favorites. I also love George Strait, Taylor Swift, Sara Bareilles, Colbie Callait, and much much more!<br /><br />8. I work at HyVee. I have for about 3 and a half years. I count all the money in the store...or at least most of it. And every night I fear getting a disease from the money. It's got to be the dirtiest stuff ever!!<br /><br />9. I am going to New York City & Philadelphia for the first time in March! I CANNOT WAIT!!! I have always dreamed of going to NYC and I honestly don't think that I am going to want to come home. If I really love it out there I am thinking about moving to the east coast after I am done with school.<br /><br />10. On a regular basis I get the urge to just pack a bag and run away. Not forever but just for a little while. I just want to drive to somewhere I've never been. Where no one knows me. Someday I will do it.<br /><br />11. I am a sunday school teacher at my church. I was only supposed to teach preschool & kindergarteners but they didn't have a teacher for 2 & 3 year olds so I teach them all! Somedays it is really fun, other days just reinforce the reason as to why I will never be a teacher!<br /><br />12. My iPod is pretty much one of my body parts. I am almost never without it! If it ever broke I would probably cry...honestly.<br /><br />13. I can pretty much recite the Austin Powers movies. Also Mean Girls. So if you hate when people recite movies...don't watch those with me.<br /><br />14. I have 2 younger sisters, Samantha who is 20 and Abigail who is 18. I also have a 7 year old half-brother named Jonathan.<br /><br />15. My favorite season is summer! I absolutely love it! I don't care that it gets hot & humid. I'd take that over snow & sub-zero wind chills any day!<br /><br />16. I have an amazing boyfriend named Matt, or Matt-hew as I like to call him! =] We have been together for 9 months and still going strong!! He is probably the best thing to happen to me!<br /><br />17. I love the Kansas City Chiefs! Matt & I went to 2 games this year and it they were probably one of the most fun things ever! And now that Herm is fired we are hoping they actually win some games!<br /><br />18. I love to listen to people play the piano. I REALLY wish that I knew how to play. And I am insanely jealous of everyone who can.<br /><br />19. There are about a million places that I want to visit before I die. I'd list them all but I'd be typing for a day. Seriously. The list is THAT long.<br /><br />20. My grandparents (on my mom's side) are never going to die. They are immortal. Or at least that's what I'd like to think. But seriously...if/when they do die I will be inconsoleable for at least a week. I can't imagine my life without them...<br /><br />21. I love going to bars. That makes me sound like a drunk but I'm not. I just love the atmosphere.<br /><br />22. I have the bestest parents in the world. No joke. I voted and they won.<br /><br />23. I am addicted to reading Cosmopolitan and People magazines. They are one of my many guilty pleasures!<br /><br />24. I am generally not a picky eater. I pretty much just love food in general. I do, however, HATE sour kraut. Good thing I am only like half German.<br /><br />25. I lovelovelove musicals! One of my all-time favorites is Across the Universe because it is not only amazing but it is also all Beatles music! I am also a HUGE fan of Judy Garland. Oh, and I am going to my first Broadway musical when I am in NYC in March!shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-45796774435561680682009-01-19T23:41:00.003-06:002009-01-19T23:52:39.610-06:00Only 65 More Days!!!<div style="text-align: center;"><br />Start spreading the news, I’m leaving today<br />I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York.<br />These vagabond shoes are longing to stray<br />and step around the heart of it, New York, New York<br />I wanna wake up in the city, that doesn’t sleep,<br />to find I’m king of the hill, top of the heap.<br />My little town blues are melting away<br />I’ll make a brand new start of it, in old New York<br />if I can make it there, I’d make it anywhere<br />it’s up to you, New York, New York<br /><br />New York, New York<br />I wanna wake up, in the city that doesn’t sleep,<br />to find I’m king of the hill, head of the list<br />cream of the crop at the top of the heap<br />My little town blues are melting away<br />I’ll make a brand new start of it, in old New York<br />if I can make it there, I’d make it anywhere<br />come on, come through New York, New York<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALhC_RovZz_rEwlZAREm3XcCO0xj-a8LbG4WUQqCp94FrphWNIp1UxkoRl_PUGI7yzbwDyj_S6r8ST6gbGcLibR1lxf9_yAkRgcuTExJopFSsnBd6s7iCMhhfka_3X5rBfdSiuXPbxsjP/s1600-h/times-square-one-view.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 343px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgALhC_RovZz_rEwlZAREm3XcCO0xj-a8LbG4WUQqCp94FrphWNIp1UxkoRl_PUGI7yzbwDyj_S6r8ST6gbGcLibR1lxf9_yAkRgcuTExJopFSsnBd6s7iCMhhfka_3X5rBfdSiuXPbxsjP/s400/times-square-one-view.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293249499863816674" border="0" /></a><br /></div>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-59561761453434689132008-12-26T23:09:00.003-06:002008-12-27T00:07:39.316-06:00In all the world, you'll never find a love as true as mine.Matt & I have officially been together 8 months! Two-thirds of a year! Only 4 more months until a year! It feels absolutely right!!<br />Now, to satisfy my lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy feelings, here are some excerpts from a few of my favorite lovey-dovey, mushy-gushy songs!<br /><br /><blockquote>It's like like jumping. It's like leaping. It's like walking on the ceiling. It's like floating. It's like flying through the air. It's like soaring. It's like gliding. It's a rocket ship you're riding. It's a feeling that can take you anywhere. So why they calling it falling, I don't know. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >(Why They Call it Falling by Lee Ann Womack)</span><br /><br />I don't wanna miss one smile. I don't wanna miss one kiss. I just be with you, right here with you, just like this. I just wanna hold you close, feel your heart so close to mine and just stay here in this moment for all the rest of time. <span style="font-style: italic;">( I Don't Want to Miss a Thing by Aerosmith)</span><br /><br />If every word I said could make you laugh, I'd talk forever. I asked the sky just what we had, Hmm It shone forever. If the song I sing to you would fill your heart with joy, I'd sing forever. I've been so happy loving you. Let the love I have for you live in your heart and beat forever. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Forever by The Beach Boys)</span><br /><br />I don't get many things right the first time, in fact, I am told that a lot. Now I know all the wrong turns, the stumbles and falls, brought me here. Where was I before the day I first saw your lovely face? Now I see it every day. Now I know that I am the luckiest. <span style="font-style: italic;">(The Luckiest by Ben Folds)</span><br /><br />Lost in this moment with you, I am completely consumed. My feelings so absolute, there's no doubt. Sealing our love with a kiss, waited my whole life for this, watching all my dreams come true, lost in this moment with you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Lost in This Moment by Big & Rich)</span><br /><br />Like a river flows surely to the sea, darling, so it goes, somethings are meant to be. Take my hand. Take my whole life, too. For I can't help falling in love with you. <span style="font-style: italic;">(Can't Help Falling in Love by Elvis Presley)</span><br /><br />You will always be the miracle that makes my life complete. And as long as there's a breath in me, I'll make yours just as sweet. As we look into the future, It's as far as we can see. So let's make each tomorrow be the best that it can be.<br />I cross my heart and promise to give all I've got to give to make all your dreams come true. In all the world you'll never find a love as true as mine. <span style="font-style: italic;">(I Cross My Heart by George Strait)</span><br /><br />Looking in your eyes, seeing all I need. Everything in you is everything to me. These are the moments I know heaven must exist. These are the moments I know all I need is this. I've found all I've waited for and I could not ask for more. <span style="font-style: italic;">(I Could Not Ask For More by Sara Evans)</span><br /><br />You're the reason I believe in love and you're the answer to my prayers from up above. All we need is just the two of us. My dreams came true because of you.<br />From this moment, as long as I live, I will love you, I promise you this. There is nothing I wouldn't give, from this moment on. <span style="font-style: italic;">(From This Moment On by Shania Twain)</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></blockquote>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-44557425592500821252008-12-17T17:19:00.003-06:002008-12-17T17:21:34.335-06:00Another Christmas-y Post<object width="400" height="226"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=440868&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1"><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=440868&server=vimeo.com&show_title=1&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=&fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="226"></embed></object><br /><a href="http://vimeo.com/440868">Carol of the Bells - Computer Controlled Christmas Lights</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user318047">Richard Holdman</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br /><br /><br />For more videos of his lights <a href="http://www.vimeo.com/440868">CLICK HERE!</a>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-57957251441669086192008-12-16T18:34:00.001-06:002008-12-16T18:36:07.108-06:00Straight No Chaser - 12 Days of ChristmasThis is a group called Straight No Chaser. You may or may not have heard this song on the radio (if you listen to the Christmas station! lol) but I love it so I am posting a video! They are so amazingly good and funny, too!!<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Fe11OlMiz8&hl=en&fs=1&color1=0x3a3a3a&color2=0x999999&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-28708498735003256752008-12-11T00:01:00.002-06:002008-12-11T00:22:56.279-06:00It's easy get through when somebody loves you the way I love you<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">When your heart is all alone every second </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Seems so long </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When it's just you, you can't see through </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Those ol' clouds that rain so blue </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But when somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There's nothing you can't do </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's easy to get through </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The way I love you </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When it's late, the sun hangs low </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">By yourself, nowhere to go </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Sing a song, you dance alone </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Play solitaire and stare at the phone </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">But when somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There's nothing you can't do </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's easy to get through </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The way I love you </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">So let's put aside our foolish pride </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">And let our hearts say hello </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">We both agree we're just no good </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">At bein' on our own </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">'Cause when somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">There's nothing you can't do </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">It's easy to get through </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">When somebody loves you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The way I love you </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The way I love you </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">The way I love you</span><br /><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-size:78%;">(When Somebody Loves You by Alan Jackson)</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuihP-YfN7_FKmRm-AOYs-exMV9kzY6MaNbyMS0xP9WteEBvFtr2FMtcCxAI_eqDvqwv9D1Ftuu7pLUcVSJwubyAQZlhBON8Ty7bOkr13wMmHu2x-HW9QdHVGJu3ir-k2iZ_bWsRRUng-b/s1600-h/010+%282%29.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuihP-YfN7_FKmRm-AOYs-exMV9kzY6MaNbyMS0xP9WteEBvFtr2FMtcCxAI_eqDvqwv9D1Ftuu7pLUcVSJwubyAQZlhBON8Ty7bOkr13wMmHu2x-HW9QdHVGJu3ir-k2iZ_bWsRRUng-b/s400/010+%282%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278414065568895458" border="0" /></a><br /></div><span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;" ><br /></span>shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2864187414808432369.post-5546212133913982152008-12-03T14:36:00.003-06:002008-12-03T14:45:42.179-06:00Look out Europe...Here I Come!!....hopefully!So I seriously thinking about studying abroad in Leiden, the Netherlands next fall!!! I have always dreamt of going to Europe & I think that going as a student abroad would be the easiest & probably cheapest way!!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1wejE37s0cS5mD-9tUdurfiwYKwYrVYHzlrvoV55cwwb0AoYcs1LgiAgdIpAH7XVDthGqVUojPG8XJl7tQMyCZ9CmHxYag4sIL4nBGKmr4prQgqMZn0LYQKMyKoXdZbIdAWmaynL9XLA/s1600-h/p42390-Leiden_Netherlands-Leiden.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJ1wejE37s0cS5mD-9tUdurfiwYKwYrVYHzlrvoV55cwwb0AoYcs1LgiAgdIpAH7XVDthGqVUojPG8XJl7tQMyCZ9CmHxYag4sIL4nBGKmr4prQgqMZn0LYQKMyKoXdZbIdAWmaynL9XLA/s400/p42390-Leiden_Netherlands-Leiden.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275666251204495330" border="0" /></a><br />Matt says that 4 months is too long for me to be gone but he's not going to stop me...just miss me... I rreeaallyy want to do this!!!<br /><br />P.S. That is a picture of Leiden!shelbs87http://www.blogger.com/profile/03323238393844564753noreply@blogger.com1