<?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-6577697412207132905</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:40:21.776-08:00</updated><category term='pictures'/><category term='animals'/><category term='sad'/><category term='MSN'/><category term='road trip'/><category term='stress'/><category term='news'/><category term='graduation'/><category term='overload'/><category term='tired'/><category term='dogs'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='happy'/><category term='school'/><category term='photos'/><category term='rainbow'/><category term='magical'/><category term='rain'/><category term='tragedy'/><category term='travel'/><category term='Michael Jackson'/><category term='cat'/><category term='snow'/><category term='heartworms'/><title type='text'>Oh Fiddle-dee-dee, I'll think about it tomorrow</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-8555049205809173570</id><published>2010-05-04T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T17:26:10.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Long time no blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So... I haven't been a very good blogger lately. It has a lot to do with school &amp;amp; a little to do with forgetting my password (Teehee... don't you HATE it when that happens?). That is about to change, however, because...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; it is finally finals week!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;... I didn't think this week would &lt;strong&gt;ever&lt;/strong&gt; come! It has been a long semester &amp;amp; I have been in a bit of a proverbial ditch lately &amp;amp; not feeling very inspired to write about anything anyway. Why? Mainly because I have been so busy &amp;amp; tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1.) My mom had back surgery to correct a bulging disc. I have tried to spend as much time as I can helping her out.  It went very well &amp;amp; her recovery time has amazed me. I am not a very good patient, so I know had the roles been reversed I would probably still be on the couch. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2.) I have a sick horse. I don't know what is wrong with him. He has lost a lot of weight &amp;amp; has a lot of blood in his urine. Not a good sign. The vet is tip toeing around, has been doing a lot of tests, &amp;amp; has basically told me nothing I didn't already know. (Of course he is anemic... he is &lt;strong&gt;peeing blood&lt;/strong&gt;!) So, after a gallon of red blood cell builder and a course of antibiotics... we have made no progress. She took more blood yesterday, so if she doesn't find anything this time we may be taking him to the University of Florida so I can get some damn answers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3.) School sucks. Well, I take that back... &lt;strong&gt;biochem&lt;/strong&gt; sucks. I have been spending most of my "free" time (when I haven't been writing papers, working on projects, &amp;amp; writing lab reports) studying for it. UGH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4.) My baby brother is on the last leg of training before he is shipped off to Afghanistan. I don't want him to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;So that is pretty much a summed up update of my life at the moment. After this week I will have a lot more free time to play around &amp;amp; write. I have plenty on my mind, I just haven''t had the time or energy to sit down &amp;amp; write about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Here's to the end of another semester!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-8555049205809173570?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/8555049205809173570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-blog.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/8555049205809173570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/8555049205809173570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/05/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long time no blog...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-6025484078346073155</id><published>2010-03-11T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:24:24.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't posted anything in a while... mostly because I am crazy busy with all sorts of school &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;none sense&lt;/span&gt;. Most of which I have been pretty slack on &amp;amp; put off until the last possible minute... which isn't &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, but sometimes is so easy to do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, though, because after 10:50 tomorrow morning I will &lt;strong&gt;officially&lt;/strong&gt; be on &lt;strong&gt;SPRING BREAK!&lt;/strong&gt; So, I am sure I will have more time (for at least 9 1/2 days) to write about all of the thoughts that have been going through my head lately... &amp;amp; there are plenty of them!&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T.T.F.N... Ta Ta For Now! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-6025484078346073155?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/6025484078346073155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/03/slack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/6025484078346073155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/6025484078346073155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/03/slack.html' title='Slack...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-5197787914752240182</id><published>2010-03-01T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T15:29:16.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animals'/><title type='text'>My New Friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH5B4BMGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LXRMNSLuVQo/s1600-h/cat5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443805094665597026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH5B4BMGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LXRMNSLuVQo/s320/cat5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH47PGBcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S9Teqr8Opic/s1600-h/cat4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443805092883334594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH47PGBcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/S9Teqr8Opic/s320/cat4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH4UbLbRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9_-SA6JCK28/s1600-h/cat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443805082465037586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH4UbLbRI/AAAAAAAAAHY/9_-SA6JCK28/s320/cat3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH4AKC-HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TZgNOMEOthU/s1600-h/cat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443805077024471154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH4AKC-HI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TZgNOMEOthU/s320/cat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's such a pretty day today that I decided to go out &amp;amp; play with my camera for a little while. After taking a few shots of my horses (who are never really impressed with it), I looked down &amp;amp; saw the stray cat who hangs around our house. He looked up at me with his big green eyes, so I decided to take a few of him, too. Turns out, he is &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; photogenic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have to say, I am kind of growing &lt;strong&gt;fond&lt;/strong&gt; of the little guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;He follows me &lt;em&gt;everywhere&lt;/em&gt;. He sits at the front door, waits for me to come out, &amp;amp; meows at me when I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm not really a cat person, but it is pretty cute to look down &amp;amp; see a little orange ball of fur trotting along side you as you walk out to the mailbox. He showed up a while ago, but it has just been recently that he has decided he wants to "hang out."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Isn't it funny how an animals make friends so much more easily than people do. I have never fed this cat. I haven't even pet him. I talk to him... ask him how his day is going... I think he just enjoys having a little company. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Animals are so much more simple than people. They don't ask for much. They don't talk too much. They don't feel sorry for themselves. They are quite content with just "being." A lot of people could learn from that. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/6577697412207132905-5197787914752240182?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/5197787914752240182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/5197787914752240182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/5197787914752240182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-friend.html' title='My New Friend...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S4xH5B4BMGI/AAAAAAAAAHo/LXRMNSLuVQo/s72-c/cat5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-93736441122493303</id><published>2010-02-23T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T16:57:15.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graduation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/sunglasses/Tristan_Natalie/Photography/sunglasses-1.jpg?o=6" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 169px" border="0" src="http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll215/Tristan_Natalie/Photography/sunglasses-1.jpg" width="269" height="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I met with my advisor yesterday who gave me the wonderful news that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have enough hours to graduate after this semester!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;ecstatic.&lt;/strong&gt; I am so ready to have that sought after piece of paper with my name on it. I'm ready to have a physical something in my hands to make all of the time, stress, &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; I have put into the past years worth it. I'm ready for a sense of &lt;strong&gt;achievement&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it funny how a lousy piece of paper can make you want to shout from the highest roof-tops &amp;amp; dance "Singing in the Rain" style down the streets? That's pretty much how I feel right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/charlie" target="_blank" o="'9"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 339px; HEIGHT: 242px" border="0" src="http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo15/muffin_mahon/GIFS/charliebrowndance.gif" width="366" height="316" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have, however, made the decision to stay one more semester (in the fall) to take some super easy classes to boost my gpa up a few more notches &amp;amp; study like a mad woman to make a good score on the GRE... which I need to get into graduate school. I'm ok with that... you've gotta do what you've gotta do, right? All I care about right now is making high grades &amp;amp; getting my shit together... I'm ready to put my big girl panties on &amp;amp; get on with it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Things are going great, and they're only getting better&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing all right, getting good grades&lt;br /&gt;The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;~ Timbuk 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-93736441122493303?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/93736441122493303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/futures-so-bright-i-gotta-wear-shades.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/93736441122493303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/93736441122493303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/futures-so-bright-i-gotta-wear-shades.html' title='The future&apos;s so bright, I gotta wear shades...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i289.photobucket.com/albums/ll215/Tristan_Natalie/Photography/th_sunglasses-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-5311773667638984368</id><published>2010-02-18T19:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T16:18:14.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>Things that make me happy right now..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In light of my last (just a tad bit depressing) post, I thought I would make a list of things in my life that make me smile/laugh/happy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My life. I have been so blessed with the most wonderful husband &amp;amp; amazing family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My dogs. I love how they appreciate every little thing life throws their way. Even the smallest of gestures make their tails wag. I love how they act like everything is their favorite thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Thinking about May... &amp;amp; the semester being over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Wake up with Taylor on Cosmo radio. I listen to them every morning on the way to class. Taylor, Victoria, &amp;amp; Kenny are hilarious. They always make me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My Del Sol nail polish. It goes on clear &amp;amp; turns hot pink when the sun hits my toes. So cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Taking pictures with my new camera. I'm still figuring everything out (it has a LOT of buttons), but I love using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Feeling needed, whether it is someone needing to someone to talk to or my dog giving me the "help" look when a ball rolls under the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Riding my horses. It is so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My DKNY "Be Delicious" perfume the hubby got me for Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Spending time with my little brother. I guess mom was right when she said we would be friends one day... although at the time I didn't believe her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ Our new Tassimo coffee maker... the perfect cup &lt;em&gt;every&lt;/em&gt; time!&lt;/p&gt;~ Riding around with my husband. We always have such a good time together, whether he is singing off key to a "lame" love song or commenting on my driving skills. He always makes me laugh &amp;amp; I love going new places with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ My new Buxom mascara... this stuff is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~ Being outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ This kid. He always makes me laugh. I would love to babysit him for a day &amp;amp; see what all he had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AftkHlSID4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AftkHlSID4&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHtx5tFsmSE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LHtx5tFsmSE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-5311773667638984368?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/5311773667638984368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-make-me-happy-right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/5311773667638984368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/5311773667638984368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/things-that-make-me-happy-right-now.html' title='Things that make me happy right now..'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-8950069398565949723</id><published>2010-02-17T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T10:00:48.650-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tragedy'/><title type='text'>Sad News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glynn County Woman Drowns Daughter, Tries to Drown Son, Kills Herself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a headline in the newspaper of my hometown today. It's so sad when your hometown makes the news over something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; (of all places) &amp;amp; the name sounded so familiar so I looked the story up on the news. It shocked me to find that I knew the girl who did this. I didn't know her very well. We met a couple of times. I did know her brother, who dated one of my close friends, from school &amp;amp; her mom, who worked at the high school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't live there anymore, so I only know what I have seen on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; or in the news (neither of which are always reputable). What I understand is that the young mom (Julia, 21) drowned her 4 year old daughter in the bathtub, attempted to drown her 2 year old son, then tucked them into their bed, called 911 &amp;amp; told them what she had done &amp;amp; that she needed an ambulance, &amp;amp; (while still on the phone with the dispatcher) shot herself in the chest. When police arrived, they rushed them to the hospital &amp;amp; the 4 year old was declared dead on arrival. Mom died about an hour later while being prepared to be air-lifted to another hospital. The 2 year old son is (as far as I know) still in stable condition &amp;amp; expected to recover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is scarily similar to the Andrea Yates case from 2001.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart breaks for her family. This family has already been through a lot. Julia's dad passed away when we were still in high school after being sick for a long time. I'm so sad for them, especially her mother who is a very sweet lady. You shouldn't out-live your children... &amp;amp; especially your grandchild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later last night, I was disgusted &amp;amp; a little surprised to see people publicly bashing this girl. I know that when children are involved in things like this it makes people angry. It upsets me, too. It's not right &amp;amp; I am in &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; way condoning what this woman did, but why are people so quick to involve themselves in the slandering of a tragic event?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are complex. Not everyone is strong. People do things that are inexcusable. I'm not saying it is right, but publicly crucifying this girl doesn't help anything. It doesn't help her family whose world turned upside down yesterday. It doesn't help her friends who will spend the rest of their lives wondering if they could have done something differently to stop this from happening. It doesn't help the poor 2 year old who had to go through this horrific incident &amp;amp; is now motherless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows what was happening in that home. No one knows what this girl was dealing with.&lt;br /&gt;Don't speak ill of people you don't know or have any idea about what their lives were like. It is easy to be quick to judge &amp;amp; think you know the whole story when you hear something like this, but the truth of the matter is you &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt;. Her family didn't even know. People are good at hiding things. Some people struggle &amp;amp; hurt. It doesn't make it right to jump to conclusions &amp;amp; say terrible things about people you don't know. Who are we to judge others, anyway? Whether you are religious or live by the golden rule to treat others how you want to be treated, you know that acting in this way isn't right. People are too quick to throw others under the bus without knowing the whole story &amp;amp; too quick to act like they are a model person, mother, daughter, or son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so sad. I'm sad for Julia. I'm sad for her family. I'm sad for the 4 year old little girl who will never see another birthday, make new friends, go to her first prom, get married, or have children of her own. I'm sad for the 2 year old little boy who will have to deal with this again when he is old enough to understand what happened to him, his sister, &amp;amp; his mom. I'm sad for everyone involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It makes you wonder how many people are 1 bad decision away from something like this. How many people in our lives do we think we really know, but really haven't a clue? What really goes on in the back of people's minds? It's frightening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a person get this far gone &amp;amp; no one has a clue? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can't stress &lt;strong&gt;enough&lt;/strong&gt; that if you know someone who is going through a hard time, get them help. Talk to them. Take them seriously. Open the door to remove them from a bad situation. Do &lt;strong&gt;anything &lt;/strong&gt;but nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://jacksonville.com/news/georgia/2010-02-16/story/police_glynn_county_woman_drowns_daughter_tries_to_drown_son_then_kill&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/6577697412207132905-8950069398565949723?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/8950069398565949723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/8950069398565949723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/8950069398565949723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-news.html' title='Sad News'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-7609554670943385923</id><published>2010-02-13T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T18:12:05.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magical'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>SnOw DaY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3itDmG5TQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i6UEYywLQgM/s1600-h/SNOW!+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438286827330555138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3itDmG5TQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i6UEYywLQgM/s200/SNOW!+067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I got my snow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We got about 3 inches Friday night. It was pretty much the highlight of the year, so far. Matt &amp;amp; I were running around like 2 giddy kids on Christmas morning. He hasn't seen snow since he was in kindergarten (20 years ago!) so we, of course, had to do all of the conventional things one does in the snow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Have a snowball fight... check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Walk around &amp;amp; listen to the "crunch" noise it makes... double check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make a snowman.. check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Make a snow angel... check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Take &lt;strong&gt;massive&lt;/strong&gt; amounts of pictures... check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;My South Georgia dogs took to the snow immediately. They had a &lt;strong&gt;blast&lt;/strong&gt; playing in it all night &amp;amp; then again this morning. I got a few videos of them that are pretty funny. Macy &amp;amp; Abby wanted to eat it &amp;amp; Norman got pretty good at catching snowballs in his mouth. Fancy got a chance to play, too, but just for a little bit since she has been sick &amp;amp; is finally starting to feel better. She preferred to walk around with a snowball in her mouth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was still on the ground Saturday morning, but it melted about as fast as it came the night before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;All &amp;amp; all, it was pretty much amazing. Snow is magical. I hope it doesn't wait another 20 years to show itself again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53UKS_6HBCw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=53UKS_6HBCw&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-7609554670943385923?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/7609554670943385923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7609554670943385923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7609554670943385923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day.html' title='SnOw DaY!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3itDmG5TQI/AAAAAAAAAHI/i6UEYywLQgM/s72-c/SNOW!+067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-5808092032647192993</id><published>2010-02-11T13:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T14:53:24.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overload'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>All work &amp; no play makes Michelle a dull girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/studying/LaGambler4/SCHOOL" target="_blank" o="'6"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 229px" border="0" src="http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg240/LaGambler4/SCHOOL%20STUFF/CherSwitz_Weewisdomsept1963coverart.jpg" width="322" height="357" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;It seems like all I have been doing lately is school work. It's like I can't get ahead. I work &amp;amp; study &amp;amp; lose sleep only to go to class the next day &amp;amp; have even more loaded up on my plate. Why can't professors realize that their class is not the only one their students are taking? (136 power point slides for &lt;strong&gt;one &lt;/strong&gt;chapter? Is that really necessary?) It's almost ridiculous. I feel like I am being spread to thin &amp;amp; there aren't enough hours in the day for all of the reading, studying, typing up lab reports, collecting bugs for my entomology collection, homework, flash-card making... &amp;amp; still getting enough sleep to &lt;strong&gt;function&lt;/strong&gt;. The only thing that keeps me reading, studying, typing, etc. is knowing that there are only...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/studying/LaGambler4/SCHOOL" target="_blank" o="'6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21 class days until Spring Break!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't care if we don't even &lt;strong&gt;go &lt;/strong&gt;anywhere for the break. Not having to go to class is enough of a break for me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;In other news, the weatherman apparently thinks we have a chance of snow tomorrow afternoon... 2 to 4 inches, to be precise. The last time it snowed here I was 3, so I'm a little doubtful. I wouldn't mind a light dusting, though. I would love to take a few pictures of my dogs playing in the snow (something they have &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; seen). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3SEjDrcyPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EQxP1tC0xso/s1600-h/dog-prints-snow-150x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 221px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437116387960867058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3SEjDrcyPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/EQxP1tC0xso/s200/dog-prints-snow-150x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wouldn't really mind being stuck at the house all day, either. I have &lt;strong&gt;plenty&lt;/strong&gt; to do here, including cleaning, laundry, school work, studying, cooking dinner.... the list goes on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&amp;amp; on. We will see how it turns out... maybe I will be pleasantly surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-5808092032647192993?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/5808092032647192993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-work-no-play-makes-michelle-dull.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/5808092032647192993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/5808092032647192993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-work-no-play-makes-michelle-dull.html' title='All work &amp; no play makes Michelle a dull girl...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i249.photobucket.com/albums/gg240/LaGambler4/SCHOOL%20STUFF/th_CherSwitz_Weewisdomsept1963coverart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-8412900230944029747</id><published>2010-02-10T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:51:28.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hilarious!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3NighaJ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jyxfL_EIacM/s1600-h/TextsFromLastNight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436797486029728146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3NighaJ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jyxfL_EIacM/s200/TextsFromLastNight.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;The week is over half way over! It's down hill from here. I have a little studying to do tonight, but at the moment I am procrastinating on TFLN. Here are a few gems:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The liquor store lady asked about three times if I was sure about buying two fifths of everclear. i told her I wanted to be on cops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I've decided that my new worst fear is that I'll end up on "I Didn't Know I was Pregnant."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-There is a distinct lack of front teeth here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I swear God or herbie drove my car home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Just woke up in the beanbag bin at walmart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I was at circle k buying gas and this girl in a papa johns uniform comes up and is like " I've got a bunch of extra pizzas. Large peperoni for $5." then she went to her trunk and pulled one out. It felt like a drug deal for a fat person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just got a ticket for the snow penis we made in our front yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I don't get why Lindsay Lohan doesn't just blame her bad behavior on her twin sister from the Parent Trap. I mean nobodys seen her since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Woke up to an overdrawn credit card. did you order the dawsons creek boxset last night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-You need to leave class, get on facebook, and start untagging IMMEDIATELY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dear yesterdays makeup, Thank you for always being there when I stay up late binge drinking on weeknights and am running late to work in the morning. You're the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, TFLN, for keeping it classy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6577697412207132905-8412900230944029747?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/8412900230944029747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/hilarious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/8412900230944029747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/8412900230944029747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/hilarious.html' title='Hilarious!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S3NighaJ6ZI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jyxfL_EIacM/s72-c/TextsFromLastNight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-1898474905182829917</id><published>2010-02-09T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:47:36.959-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Time is a monster that cannot be reasoned with. It responds like a snail to our impatience, then it races like a gazelle when you can't catch a breath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~ Joe Wenteworth from &lt;em&gt;Simon Birch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography" target="_blank" o="'3"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w184/minnasota3/Photography/clock.jpg" width="247" height="383" /&gt;&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/6577697412207132905-1898474905182829917?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/1898474905182829917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1898474905182829917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1898474905182829917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day_09.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w184/minnasota3/Photography/th_clock.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-7705363969737877769</id><published>2010-02-09T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T14:33:46.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MSN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Jackson'/><title type='text'>Really, MSN? TMI if you ask me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/michael" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 223px" border="0" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Music/mj1.jpg" width="166" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What I want to write about today is something I saw online a few minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got on www.msn.com (purely out of boredom) to look &amp;amp; see what all was going on in their world. One story I saw repulsed me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Autopsy: Jackson Wore a Wig"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This automatically struck me as being TMI, so I clicked on it to see just how far these people would go. Here are some of the lines they released from MJ's autopsy report... &amp;amp; I quote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jackson had the skin pigmentation disorder vitiligo, with white patches particularly on his chest, abdomen, face and arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The hair on Jackson's head was described initially by police as "sparse and connected to a wig." The autopsy revealed "frontal balding".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A closed bottle of urine was found on a chair in the bedroom where the singer died, along with a box of catheters, disposable needles, alcohol pads, several empty orange juice bottles, a string of wooden beads and a green oxygen tank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Jackson's body was covered with small scars on his nose, knee, shoulder, neck, wrists, and behind both ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He had dark tattoos near both eyebrows and a small pink tattoo near his lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- His body weighed 136 pounds, was 69 inches long, and was described as "thin."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, MSN, did the American people NEED to know all of this? Is it our business? Was it necessary for you to put all of this out there? Was your site needing a few more hits? Have you no regard to the CHILDREN he left behind? Are people really this &lt;strong&gt;twisted&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that finished autopsy reports are public records... but we wouldn't be reading about Mrs. Smith who lives down the road's tattoos &amp;amp; weight at death. Just because something is public doesn't mean it&lt;strong&gt; should&lt;/strong&gt; be printed up or put on a website for everyone to see. How about that moral compass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is &lt;strong&gt;sick&lt;/strong&gt; that there are people out there who are truly interested in this information. Does it make them feel better knowing that the "rich &amp;amp; famous" aren't so "proper &amp;amp; perfect?" Is this a big example of misery loving company?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;This is why I refuse to buy crap magazines like the Enquirer &amp;amp; OK! Leave these people &amp;amp; their personal lives alone. Everyone has skeletons in their closet &amp;amp; last time I checked, no one was perfect &amp;amp; made the right decisions every time. Who are we to judge? How about we get a little more concerned with the &lt;strong&gt;real&lt;/strong&gt; issues in the world instead of talking about MJ's autopsy, Tigers sex-addiction, Brad &amp;amp; Angelina's supposed break up, &amp;amp; Lindsey Lohan's latest antics. Let's get the news back in the news, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quite honestly, I am tired of hearing about all of this. MJ had his own share of problems, but who doesn't? This isn't what he should be remembered as. He was a great artist &amp;amp; entertainer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let's just leave it at that. Is it possible for his family &amp;amp; CHILDREN to grieve &amp;amp; try to put their lives back together without sites like this one &amp;amp; the grocery-line filth magazines putting stuff like this out there? Did we really need to know that he was balding &amp;amp; had tattoos around his lips? Is it any of our business? &lt;strong&gt;No it's not. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;End of story.&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/6577697412207132905-7705363969737877769?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/7705363969737877769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-msn-tmi-if-you-ask-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7705363969737877769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7705363969737877769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/really-msn-tmi-if-you-ask-me.html' title='Really, MSN? TMI if you ask me...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-7384070930468890793</id><published>2010-02-05T16:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T11:43:33.558-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='road trip'/><title type='text'>Colorado... on my mind?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I got a sweet card today in the mail yesterday from my friend, Kristin. She was congratulating us on our wedding (that she wasn't able to attend because she lives in Colorado).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Flashback:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristin &amp;amp; I met in high school. She is a year younger than me &amp;amp; we became friends in band (yes... I was in band in high school! Haha!). She moved to Colorado after her junior year with her family because of her father's job. She has visited a few times since &amp;amp; we have tried to remain close... well, as close as you can stay with over 1,500 miles between you!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristin is getting married (in Colorado) this May &amp;amp; Matt &amp;amp; I have been invited. I &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; want to go. Not only because I would love to be able to go to her wedding, but because I have always wanted to go to Colorado. It looks so beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/photography" target="_blank" o="'3"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 379px; HEIGHT: 283px" border="0" src="http://i106.photobucket.com/albums/m242/jonathanw100/Leadville052small.jpg" width="572" height="515" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It is one of the MANY places I want to go. The conundrum is that it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;so far away. So, how can I make it work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her wedding happens to be on the 14th... a week after we get out of school for the semester. So, that isn't an issue. Plus, Matt &amp;amp; I aren't taking summer classes this year... because the school cut &lt;strong&gt;way&lt;/strong&gt; back on classes (to save money... psh whatever... but, that's an entirely different post) &amp;amp; we have taken the slim amount of classes actually offered that term. So, the way I look at it, here are the two problems:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem #1:&lt;/strong&gt; Both of us &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; flying... which leads me to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problem #2&lt;/strong&gt;: The drive is 26 hours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;To be quite honest, I would be &lt;strong&gt;fine&lt;/strong&gt; with dropping everything for a week &amp;amp; taking our time driving there, but is that realistic? Am I living in fantasy land? I do &lt;strong&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;road-trips... but is 26 hours too long for the newlyweds to be in the same car together? Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/road" target="_blank" o="'5"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv69/funfreak2/Photography/jackneedslipo19.jpg" width="246" height="317" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Personally, I think it would be &lt;strong&gt;amazing&lt;/strong&gt;. What a great way to see the country! I'm excited just thinking about it... &amp;amp; the amateur photographer in me is jumping up &amp;amp; down! I'm just not sure how hubby would feel about it. Don't get me wrong, he's up for adventure as much as the next guy. I just don't know. We do have family in Nashville... so we could stay there on the way. I know he misses his cousin who moved there... &amp;amp; I really like his wife. It would be a great excuse to go see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;What can I say? I'm a dreamer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;There's so much I want to &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt; with this life. I really want to &lt;strong&gt;go&lt;/strong&gt; places. I want to &lt;strong&gt;see&lt;/strong&gt; everything I can... &amp;amp; I want to do it all with &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/paris" target="_blank" o="'1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i0006.photobucket.com/albums/0006/findstuff22/Best%20Images/Travel/paris1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Maybe I will talk to him about it tonight... keep your fingers crossed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-7384070930468890793?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/7384070930468890793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/colorado-on-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7384070930468890793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7384070930468890793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/colorado-on-my-mind.html' title='Colorado... on my mind?'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i670.photobucket.com/albums/vv69/funfreak2/Photography/th_jackneedslipo19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-1520240272677113826</id><published>2010-02-05T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T14:37:27.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/horse" target="_blank" o="'7"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee91/Gypsy48/Black%20and%20White/foal_kisses_by_Colourize.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is something about the outside of a horse that is good for the inside of a man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Winston Churchill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2yaEATAXkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/n58po2rXdQg/s1600-h/horse-kid-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434888243919216194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2yaEATAXkI/AAAAAAAAAGo/n58po2rXdQg/s200/horse-kid-1.jpg" /&gt;&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/6577697412207132905-1520240272677113826?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/1520240272677113826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1520240272677113826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1520240272677113826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee91/Gypsy48/Black%20and%20White/th_foal_kisses_by_Colourize.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-1256472354168590121</id><published>2010-02-05T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T13:57:28.238-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainbow'/><title type='text'>Rain, Rain go Away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rainy" target="_blank" o="'9"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 373px; HEIGHT: 333px" border="0" src="http://i421.photobucket.com/albums/pp293/obsessedwithpie/funny-pictures-cats-umbrella-rain-f.jpg" width="298" height="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another rainy day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is starting to get annoying. It only seems to rain on the weekends lately... when I &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to go outside or to town &amp;amp; enjoy myself. My yard can't take much more rain. Everything is soaked &amp;amp; soggy... &lt;strong&gt;yuck&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm all about wearing my rain boots (Lord knows I have gotten my moneys-worth out of them the past few weeks), but this is getting a little ridiculous. I want &lt;strong&gt;sunshine&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rain" target="_blank" o="'10"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr205/madd_iez/boots.jpg" width="381" height="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I had a lot of good intentions for today. I went to my 10 o'clock class &amp;amp; made up a whole list of things I needed to get done in my head on the way home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Clean up the messy house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Do a little laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~Read a little in my BioChem book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Type up my Physics lab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;~Go to the grocery store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't get &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; of it done. I came home, ate lunch (a spinach-artichoke-chicken leanpocket... SO good!), sat on the couch, &amp;amp; fell asleep watching re-runs of CSI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Dangit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The reality of my situation is that school is really taking it out of me this semester. By the time the weekend gets here I don't even feel like doing anything because I am either exhausted or have more school work to do!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Is this going to be my life until May? I don't know if I will make it!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm tired of the rain &amp;amp; ready for the rainbow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/rainbow/sugarshorts2u/Color" target="_blank" o="'7"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii124/sugarshorts2u/Color%20Splash%20and%20Colors/RaInBoWs-1-1.jpg" /&gt;&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/6577697412207132905-1256472354168590121?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/1256472354168590121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-rain-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1256472354168590121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1256472354168590121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/rain-rain-go-away.html' title='Rain, Rain go Away!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i263.photobucket.com/albums/ii124/sugarshorts2u/Color%20Splash%20and%20Colors/th_RaInBoWs-1-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-2886921485059090533</id><published>2010-02-03T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T08:48:08.886-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartworms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dogs'/><title type='text'>A Matter of the Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ndW2TaegI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eAgmuwQIcVc/s1600-h/292003-3461-50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434117810003016194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ndW2TaegI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eAgmuwQIcVc/s200/292003-3461-50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;While walking to class today, I over-heard a conversation going on between two girls. One of the girls was telling her friend how her dog had fleas &amp;amp; how much of a mess her house was from her having to spray to get rid of them. (Not a big deal, right? Everyone who has had a dog or a cat has probably seen a flea or two crawling on their furry friend. Well, that's not what this post is about...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The other girl one-upped her by saying that her dog had heartworms... &amp;amp; was&lt;strong&gt; COMPLAINING&lt;/strong&gt; about the price of the treatment needed to save her dog &amp;amp; what an &lt;strong&gt;inconvenience&lt;/strong&gt; it was.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;An inconvenience? Like her dog had chosen to have this happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An inconvenience? Like she was not where the blame should have been placed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This made me SO mad...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Time for me to get up on my little soap-box for a moment...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A heartworm infection can be debilitating to a dog... but is TOTALLY preventable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What exactly is a heartworm, you may ask?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heartworms (&lt;em&gt;Dirofilaria immitis&lt;/em&gt;) are a parasitic nematode. They get into your dog's bloodstream after they are bitten by a mosquito that has fed on an infected dog. Once inside your dogs blood stream, the "baby" worms mature &amp;amp; travel to your dog's pulmonary arteries &amp;amp; right ventricle of the heart... where they take up residence as adult worms &amp;amp; start cranking out more "baby" worms.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What do heartworms do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If your dog becomes infected, it puts a major strain on their heart. It can't pump blood like it would normally be able to, especially in dogs with especially high worm counts. The worms also cause harmful changes in the walls of the pulmonary arteries which leads to hypertension &amp;amp; enlargement of the ventricle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Infected dogs can show signs of weakness, shortness of breath, chronic coughing, weight loss, &amp;amp; eventually congestive heart failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Is it treatable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes... but it is very expensive &amp;amp; very dangerous for your dog. The drugs that they use to treat heartworm positive dogs contain arsenic... &amp;amp; we all know how bad-news that stuff is. It is also stressful for your dog. After staying at the vet for treatment for several days, they have to be kept inactive for WEEKS to prevent the dying worms from being pushed out of the heart &amp;amp; into their lungs. (By inactive, I mean no playing, no running, leashed-walks, &amp;amp; a LOT of crate time.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sadly, not all dogs survive treatment. Dogs in poor health or with high infections sometimes die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can I prevent my dog from getting heartworms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Give them a heartworm preventative (like Heartgard) once a month! It's THAT easy. (If we can remember all of the stuff we need to do every month, then we should be able to remember something like this once a month.) The ingredients in the tablet kill off any "baby" worms before they have a chance to grow into adults &amp;amp; get to your dogs heart. All you have to do is take your dog to the vet for a heartworm test (to be sure they aren't already infected) &amp;amp; they will prescribe you the preventative. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Do I have to give them the preventative every month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;. It isn't a miracle drug. It isn't like a vaccine. It is a preventative. The odds that your dog has been bitten by an infected mosquito are very high. The ingredients inside each tablet will kill the immature worms that your dog has been exposed to since his/her tablet the month before (~30 days). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To sum it up, you have to give your dog the tablet at the same time EVERY month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take home message:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you live somewhere where mosquitoes are prevalent... your dog CAN &amp;amp; probably WILL get heartworms without a preventative given every month. A lot of people complain about the cost of heartworm preventatives.... come on, people! It is SO much cheaper (&amp;amp; safer) than the alternative of waiting until it has already happened... &amp;amp; how can you put a price on your furry friend? When you choose to adopt an animal, you choose to take on the responsibilities of caring for that animal. They can't open the fridge when they're hungry, turn on the sink when they're thirsty, or open their Heartgard &amp;amp; take it. They need us to care for them. Please, be a responsible pet owner... your animals deserve it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-2886921485059090533?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/2886921485059090533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-walking-to-class-today-i-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/2886921485059090533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/2886921485059090533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-walking-to-class-today-i-over.html' title='A Matter of the Heart'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ndW2TaegI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/eAgmuwQIcVc/s72-c/292003-3461-50.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-1722223591452061708</id><published>2010-02-02T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T14:52:21.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Groundhog's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ir_4CwB7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SplrAetYJW8/s1600-h/punxPhil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 147px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433782064286533554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ir_4CwB7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SplrAetYJW8/s200/punxPhil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The furry little rodent saw his shadow... so there will be 6 more weeks of winter (if you buy into this tradition). Personally, Phil, I think you made a good call. I'm not quite ready to deal with the heat &amp;amp; humidity yet. Thanks, &amp;amp; we will be seeing ya next year. ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'm kind of in a funk today. I need the weekend to hurry up &amp;amp; get here because my brain is already on relaxation mode... &amp;amp; it isn't even Wednesday yet. Maybe it's the rainy weather. Maybe I'm just feeling a little lazy. Maybe it's a little of both. On the up side, though, Tuesday is over &amp;amp; it is the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;loooongest&lt;/span&gt; day of the week for me as far as classes go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Speaking of Tuesday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The season premier of the FINAL season of LOST comes on tonight at 8!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2im2IcMDII/AAAAAAAAAEA/rpsYW3Rz3Uk/s1600-h/lost2_1280x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433782060836640274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ir_rMO1hI/AAAAAAAAAEY/4S9heOUPORM/s200/lost2_1280x1024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; excited. Matt &amp;amp; I have been addicted to this show from the beginning. I'm kind of sad that it will be over, but like everyone else who watches... I am READY for some damn ANSWERS! I hope it will be as &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; as I have built it up in my mind to be. We will see...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-1722223591452061708?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/1722223591452061708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-groundhogs-day.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1722223591452061708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1722223591452061708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-groundhogs-day.html' title='Happy Groundhog&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2ir_4CwB7I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SplrAetYJW8/s72-c/punxPhil.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-382934791058599950</id><published>2010-02-01T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:21:45.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom from Pooh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2dvy-za4PI/AAAAAAAAADw/y-eRwuSCcKA/s1600-h/jws_winnie_the_pooh_classic_with_butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433434397088604402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2dvy-za4PI/AAAAAAAAADw/y-eRwuSCcKA/s200/jws_winnie_the_pooh_classic_with_butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"When you are a Bear of Very Little Brain, &amp;amp; think of Things, you find sometimes that a Thing which seemed very Thingish inside you is quite different when it gets out into the open &amp;amp; has other people looking at it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;--- Winnie the Pooh&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/6577697412207132905-382934791058599950?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/382934791058599950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/wisdom-from-pooh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/382934791058599950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/382934791058599950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/wisdom-from-pooh.html' title='Wisdom from Pooh'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2dvy-za4PI/AAAAAAAAADw/y-eRwuSCcKA/s72-c/jws_winnie_the_pooh_classic_with_butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-9122350893851296979</id><published>2010-02-01T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:02:22.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Manic Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2drWE6k1nI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q78jEpQvBx0/s1600-h/58104672v6_480x480_Front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433429502466512498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2drWE6k1nI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q78jEpQvBx0/s320/58104672v6_480x480_Front.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Today was aggravating...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I ended up staying in my BioChem lab the full 3 hours today because my partner &amp;amp; I couldn't get the darn experiment to work. What was so maddening about it was that it wasn't a hard experiment... we just couldn't get the equipment to work the way it was supposed to. I think the university needs to give the chemistry department a little money to buy nicer stuff... instead of wasting it on crap like TVs in the floor of the book store. (Really? TVs in the floor? Is that why my tuition went up 100 bucks this semester?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We ended up starting over from scratch TWICE &amp;amp; it STILL wouldn't work. So now we have to go in on our own time on Wednesday (which is normally my easy 1 class day) &amp;amp; do it all over again... for the third time. PLEASE GOD LET THIS EXPERIMENT GO AS ACCORDING TO PLAN THIS TIME... so I can move on to bigger &amp;amp; better things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Off to study for my Physics II test tomorrow... another class I don't care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why can't I just take Biology classes... seeing as I am a BIOLOGY MAJOR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh well... enough of my ranting. Hopefully tomorrow will be a brighter, better day. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/6577697412207132905-9122350893851296979?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/9122350893851296979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/manic-mondays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/9122350893851296979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/9122350893851296979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/02/manic-mondays.html' title='Manic Mondays'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2drWE6k1nI/AAAAAAAAADo/Q78jEpQvBx0/s72-c/58104672v6_480x480_Front.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-2155111887529122213</id><published>2010-01-31T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T09:41:26.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Slim-Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2W-BBk8SqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pGCre-E7_KY/s1600-h/pink-scale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432957450304899746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2W-BBk8SqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pGCre-E7_KY/s200/pink-scale.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My goal for the next few months is to lose a little weight &amp;amp;, more importantly, be healthier. I am thinking/hoping/praying that by writing it down on here I will hold myself to it &amp;amp; get my rear in gear. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's not going to be easy, because I am a TOTAL foodie. I LOVE food &amp;amp; I LOVE to eat. I did so well the last few months leading up to my wedding. It's pretty depressing to know that I have gained so much weight in the last few months... damn turkey &amp;amp; dressing &amp;amp; Christmas cookies. I HATE that I can't eat whatever I want to &amp;amp; not gain a pound like I did when I was 16. I would seriously come home from school &amp;amp; eat a pint of ice cream... &amp;amp; still fit in my size 4 jeans... skinny BITCH... you make me sick. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I definitely need to lose a little weight before swim suit season, or I don't want a bikini within 10 feet of me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things I need to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.) Stop eating CRAP. Seriously. Recently, I have found myself eating stuff I don't even LIKE. How pathetic is that? It's like I just eat whatever is in front of me because I can &amp;amp; that, my friends, is a slippery slope!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.) Drink more water. All of the coffees &amp;amp; Mountain Dews have really packed it on. I need to be drinking more (calorie free) water. Of course, let's be realistic here, I'm not going to just quit cold turkey. 8 o'clock classes make caffeine necessary, but I think I will start limiting myself to one a day... ugh... just to get up &amp;amp; moving. I apologize in advance, Starbucks, for your stock falling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.) Eat more fruits &amp;amp; veggies. Simple as that.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.) Not eat out as much. We have been pretty good about this lately. We have been going to the grocery store once a week &amp;amp; cooking at the house. Pat on the back for us.. now we just need to keep it up! (Except, of course, our occasional date nights... something every couple should have anyway. :) )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.) Lay off of the fast food. I know it's bad for me. Everyone knows it's bad for them. Why do we continue to eat it? Because it's easy, fast, cheap, &amp;amp; convenient. I need to start packing a lunch for my long days at school, &amp;amp; just say NO to Mickey D's &amp;amp; the Chic Fila cow... even though I love them &amp;amp; their greasy, empty calorie deliciousness. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.) Get more sleep. Stop letting Lifetime suck me in to movies at 10 o'clock &amp;amp; turn the tv off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.) Start exercising more. Take the dogs for a walk. Take the long route to class. Go for a... ugh... run.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DIET &amp;amp; HEALTHIER LIVING STYLE STARTS ON MONDAY! A good way to kick off the new month. I will be keeping track of my weekly weigh-ins &amp;amp; progress on here, &amp;amp; when I reach my goal-weight... treat myself to a little something nice. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959130744776850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2W_i1tB6JI/AAAAAAAAADY/dkO-FKLrNMA/s200/14578_b4kh_a0.jpg" /&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/6577697412207132905-2155111887529122213?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/2155111887529122213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-goal-for-next-few-months-is-to-lose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/2155111887529122213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/2155111887529122213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-goal-for-next-few-months-is-to-lose.html' title='Operation Slim-Down'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2W-BBk8SqI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pGCre-E7_KY/s72-c/pink-scale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-4161230483058118986</id><published>2010-01-30T13:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T15:07:47.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture... perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;... &amp;amp; raining outside... so it's kind of a boring day at the house. (Not that I am complaining... at least I don't have to go to class!) Nothing is going on &amp;amp; after an uneventful trip to town... here we are again. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So as usual, I am sitting at the computer looking at pictures... like I normally do when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; gets boring &amp;amp; CNN gets depressing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Here are a few I thought I would share. They are all from National Geographic, which is famous for its amazing pictures. If you are ever bored, you should check them out... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2S4TdVH6aI/AAAAAAAAADI/CW4FCK_IEBY/s1600-h/40535_990x742-cb1264003934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432669694945913250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2S4TdVH6aI/AAAAAAAAADI/CW4FCK_IEBY/s400/40535_990x742-cb1264003934.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is a temple in India. This picture is very calming to me. I like the contrast of the light &amp;amp; dark. The trees in front of the temple are pretty neat, too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2S1SO96PLI/AAAAAAAAADA/133eehBxYKY/s1600-h/4301_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432666375375699122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2S1SO96PLI/AAAAAAAAADA/133eehBxYKY/s400/4301_600x450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This picture reminds me of my childhood. My grandpa's yard was full of birch &amp;amp; maple trees. You don't see much of a "Season change" in south-east Georgia... so leaves that change color are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; fascinating to us "southern folk."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2SzLzaryVI/AAAAAAAAACg/mLzHD_lx5hU/s1600-h/2305_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664065877723474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2SzLzaryVI/AAAAAAAAACg/mLzHD_lx5hU/s400/2305_600x450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love elephants! How cute is this little guy with his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;spiky&lt;/span&gt; hair?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2SzMoP-bbI/AAAAAAAAACw/J8OIuNCO8Rc/s1600-h/40522_990x742-cb1263416094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664080059887026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2SzMoP-bbI/AAAAAAAAACw/J8OIuNCO8Rc/s400/40522_990x742-cb1263416094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;This is my desktop background right now... horses are gorgeous &amp;amp; so photogenic. I love how this horse has snowflakes on his face &amp;amp; his eyes are so calming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2SzMJeZExI/AAAAAAAAACo/1FoKpQ2krkw/s1600-h/4380_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432664071798854418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2SzMJeZExI/AAAAAAAAACo/1FoKpQ2krkw/s400/4380_600x450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Northern Lights (aurora &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;borealis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) is something on my (very &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lengthy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) list of things I want to see before I die. I think it would be amazing to see this in person. Pictures can't do it justice... although this one may come close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I want to take pictures like these!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/6577697412207132905-4161230483058118986?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/4161230483058118986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-saturday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/4161230483058118986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/4161230483058118986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-saturday.html' title='Picture... perfect'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2S4TdVH6aI/AAAAAAAAADI/CW4FCK_IEBY/s72-c/40535_990x742-cb1264003934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-6875257650301257051</id><published>2010-01-29T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:43:12.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this picture...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OcqB6BFrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1qkFYxtzBck/s1600-h/4553_600x450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432357821419165362" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OcqB6BFrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1qkFYxtzBck/s400/4553_600x450.jpg" /&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/6577697412207132905-6875257650301257051?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/6875257650301257051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-this-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/6875257650301257051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/6875257650301257051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-love-this-picture.html' title='I love this picture...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OcqB6BFrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/1qkFYxtzBck/s72-c/4553_600x450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-7511167944458143227</id><published>2010-01-29T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:03:21.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elementary, my dear Watson...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;finally&lt;/strong&gt; got to see &lt;em&gt;Sherlock Holmes&lt;/em&gt; tonight, &amp;amp; I must say... I&lt;strong&gt; LOVED&lt;/strong&gt; it! I really hope they make a sequel... seeing that they left the end wide open for one. I haven't read any of the books, so some people may think differently, but I thought it was an outstanding movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Warner Brothers did a really good job &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;choosing&lt;/span&gt; the actors/actresses to play the roles. I don't think anyone else could have pulled them off &amp;amp; still have had it come out to beautifully. The scenery &amp;amp; sets were great, also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr. was f-a-b-u-l-o-u-s... then again, when &lt;strong&gt;isn't &lt;/strong&gt;he fabulous? He never ceases to amaze me with his ability to play any character &amp;amp; totally encompass who they are. Sure, he has had his own share of personal problems... but who cares? The man can act... &amp;amp; who &lt;strong&gt;doesn't &lt;/strong&gt;have problems? LOVE him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Jude Law was amazing along side "Holmes." I loved watching him as Watson &amp;amp; the chemistry between him &amp;amp; Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Downey&lt;/span&gt; Jr. seemed to be so effortless &amp;amp; natural. Another plus? He looked &lt;strong&gt;pretty darn cute&lt;/strong&gt; in that hat &amp;amp; moustache! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;He's another one with personal issues, but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nonetheless&lt;/span&gt;, he is an amazing actor, also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I love Rachel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McAdams&lt;/span&gt;, too! Who hasn't loved her since &lt;em&gt;The &lt;/em&gt;Notebook... &amp;amp;, of course, as Regina George in &lt;em&gt;Mean &lt;/em&gt;Girls&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;She is so &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; &amp;amp; equally &lt;strong&gt;talented&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Bottom line? It was a great movie! Go see it! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OSnk_VGJI/AAAAAAAAACA/DhU5A7jmxPs/s1600-h/sherlock_holmes_rdjr_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 132px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346784180803730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OSnk_VGJI/AAAAAAAAACA/DhU5A7jmxPs/s200/sherlock_holmes_rdjr_poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OSnyXhPXI/AAAAAAAAACI/3TNqF4CNg-U/s1600-h/sherlockholmesposter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 130px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432346787771923826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OSnyXhPXI/AAAAAAAAACI/3TNqF4CNg-U/s200/sherlockholmesposter3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/6577697412207132905-7511167944458143227?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/7511167944458143227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/elementary-my-dear-watson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7511167944458143227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7511167944458143227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/elementary-my-dear-watson.html' title='Elementary, my dear Watson...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2OSnk_VGJI/AAAAAAAAACA/DhU5A7jmxPs/s72-c/sherlock_holmes_rdjr_poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-7782079742426629357</id><published>2010-01-28T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:18:33.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Every time you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                                                                  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;             - Mother Teresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6577697412207132905-7782079742426629357?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/7782079742426629357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7782079742426629357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/7782079742426629357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6577697412207132905.post-1984511374870874397</id><published>2010-01-28T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T16:29:45.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introductions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;So, seeing that this is my first official post, I thought I would take the time to introduce myself. My name is Michelle, &amp;amp; I am a 23 year old biology major. I am a newlywed (&lt;strong&gt;awww&lt;/strong&gt;) &amp;amp; I have the sweetest, most amazing husband a girl could ask for. My husband's name is Matt &amp;amp; he is a 27 year old history major. Hopefully, this semester will be our last as undergraduates &amp;amp; we will be starting on our masters in the fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Here are a few things to know about me........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~ I live in the country... &amp;amp; I wouldn't have it any other way. I love being able to go outside &amp;amp; listen to the silence. I love having to drive down windy country roads to get to school... even if I do get stuck behind farming equipment occasionally... or have to stop for a family of turkeys to cross the road. I love having a yard for my dogs to play in. Most of all, I love being able to go outside at night &amp;amp; actually SEE the stars. You don't get that in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~ I am a nerd at heart. I guess it comes with the degree. I love learning new things &amp;amp; catch myself watching the discovery channel more than the average person. I like knowing how &amp;amp; why things work the way they do. I am especially interested in vector-borne diseases &amp;amp; I hope to do my graduate research on something involving that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~ I love to travel &amp;amp; hope I get to go to a few new places this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~I like animals... we have quite the menagerie here on the "farm." I'll start with&lt;strong&gt; (wo)&lt;/strong&gt;man's best friends:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Macy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is my 2 year old rottweiler. She is my BABY &amp;amp; quite possibly the laziest dog I have ever met. Matt got her for me as a gift when my other rotti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;passed away. It's pretty safe to say that she (well... maybe all of them) is a little rotten.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrgcVWCHI/AAAAAAAAABw/XvaVWAYMqBw/s1600-h/untitled8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431951936923764850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrgcVWCHI/AAAAAAAAABw/XvaVWAYMqBw/s200/untitled8.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Abby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is my other rottweiler. She came from a rescue group in Atlanta. She is wild &amp;amp; crazy, but very sweet. She's a little ADHD, but who knows what happened to her before we got her, so I am very glad that she has a happy life now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrgH8co1I/AAAAAAAAABo/xBYE-VNJ0hM/s1600-h/untitled5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431951931450630994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrgH8co1I/AAAAAAAAABo/xBYE-VNJ0hM/s200/untitled5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Norman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is my husband's 3 year old mutt. We aren't quite sure what he is... pretty much a Heinz 57. He likes to think he "runs" the house... &amp;amp; it is quite possible that he thinks he's a person. He sits in chairs, watches tv, &amp;amp; prefers to sit in the front seat when riding in the car. He is a mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IghlUJVuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KeV8P9keaXs/s1600-h/587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431939861886621410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IghlUJVuI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KeV8P9keaXs/s200/587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Fancy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; is the baby of the family. She is an English Bulldog puppy... about 13 weeks old. I have a feeling she will be our "problem child" as she tends to only want to do thing her way... not mom &amp;amp; dad's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IgAqzae4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/b3Pf4cVLwS4/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431939296424262530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IgAqzae4I/AAAAAAAAAAw/b3Pf4cVLwS4/s200/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;We also have a turtle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;His name is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hank&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; &amp;amp; he is a Red Eared Slider. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrfyrYEVI/AAAAAAAAABg/EmVnUBIo8VM/s1600-h/untitled4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431951925741883730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrfyrYEVI/AAAAAAAAABg/EmVnUBIo8VM/s200/untitled4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I also have 5 horses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Effie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is a HUGE chestnut Quarter Horse mare. She is smart, gentle, &amp;amp; trustworthy. She also seems to be stuck in her terrible 2's as she likes to "re-decorate" her stall with anything in neck's reach of her door.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiZxcgk5I/AAAAAAAAABA/8xKYlOovV08/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 184px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431941926727226258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiZxcgk5I/AAAAAAAAABA/8xKYlOovV08/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Majorette&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is the old lady of the group. She will be 24 this year. (There is something special about an animal who is as old as you are.) She was a buckskin in her younger days, but is now a grey-brown color. She is a Quarter Horse crossed with a Connemara pony. She has more patience than most people I know.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiaMkRcrI/AAAAAAAAABI/L6CVvIND1sQ/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431941934007546546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiaMkRcrI/AAAAAAAAABI/L6CVvIND1sQ/s200/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Savannah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is my sassy little Quarter Pony. She is pretty bay color &amp;amp; while she isn't very tall, she makes up for it in attitude. She is the "boss" of all of the other horses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiamUl3LI/AAAAAAAAABY/evO76zeclx0/s1600-h/untitled3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431941940921097394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiamUl3LI/AAAAAAAAABY/evO76zeclx0/s200/untitled3.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pete&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;is the only man at the barn. He is older (not sure how exactly old) &amp;amp; very set in his ways.... as most old men are. He is a mustang &amp;amp; was caught as a baby &amp;amp; trained. I think it's pretty cool that I have a little "piece of the old west" here at the house.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2Irgkag5RI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NXp9Ippn5c8/s1600-h/untitled6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431951939092931858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2Irgkag5RI/AAAAAAAAAB4/NXp9Ippn5c8/s200/untitled6.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt; is another chestnut Quarter Horse mare. She is the newest of the "herd" &amp;amp; is very sweet &amp;amp; quiet. Pete has her heart &amp;amp; they enjoy spending the days together in their field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiaVFP_EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1JLdD2nzl7w/s1600-h/4666_88703308434_503498434_2033498_7156897_n3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431941936293346370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IiaVFP_EI/AAAAAAAAABQ/1JLdD2nzl7w/s200/4666_88703308434_503498434_2033498_7156897_n3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lastly, I seem to have acquired a stray cat... whom I don't even feed... so I am not sure why he/she sticks around. I have affectionately named him/her&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Milo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;after the orange kitty in &lt;em&gt;The Adventures of Milo &amp;amp; Otis.&lt;/em&gt; ( Who didn't love that movie when they were 6?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;~ I think about things a lot more than I should (the wheels are always turning). It is usually random stuff... which I will be typing here for you to enjoy. :)&lt;/span&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/6577697412207132905-1984511374870874397?l=smleggett.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/feeds/1984511374870874397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/introductions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1984511374870874397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6577697412207132905/posts/default/1984511374870874397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://smleggett.blogspot.com/2010/01/introductions.html' title='Introductions...'/><author><name>Michelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12351861596912623982</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2II6K8o1WI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GQ96ZLGTSoc/S220/DSC_0681.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_veCQ5xstAKY/S2IrgcVWCHI/AAAAAAAAABw/XvaVWAYMqBw/s72-c/untitled8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
