<?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-8939484291935007284</id><updated>2011-09-29T02:46:28.282-07:00</updated><category term='Friendships'/><category term='Flower Vintage Bali Bracelet...Just A Example Of What You Can Win'/><title type='text'>Girlz A Soul Sista!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1324487110733116948</id><published>2011-08-02T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T09:47:52.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halleighleeuuur Breakfast!</title><content type='html'>Well....I have to tell you that I am not "One" of those mothers who say, " Oh I don't want school to start....I&amp;nbsp;don't want summer to never end". My first response to that is....."Really? Are you kidding me!" But really down deep...I don't believe not one single one of them.&amp;nbsp; I don't know about you but I can't handle anymore...."Mom...I'm bored!" The last time one of my children who shall remain nameless, Uh....they did chores for two hours! Yes I am a bad Mama!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well...Lil Bon started school yesterday....and I actually sent her to the wrong bus stop. Thank goodness for sweet neighbors who called me and told me and actually took her to the right bus stop. (The sent a letter and&amp;nbsp;the soulmate opened it...and needless to say didn't pay attention to the new stop!)&lt;br /&gt;
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My big boo got his wisdom teeth out and was quite loopy for hours!&amp;nbsp;In fact that's were I was when I got the phone call that she was at the wrong bus stop. The oral surgeon's office. Not a great place to be at 8:15 a.m. on a Monday morning! But thankfully...he made it through...so far he's ok. One side is pretty bad...but the others are fine. The&amp;nbsp;pain meds they gave him had the opposite effect on him. He was wired out....wouldn't sleep and wanted to play video games that were quite&amp;nbsp;frankly giving me vertigo. Not to mention the fact that he&amp;nbsp;was playing&amp;nbsp;a racing one and kept hitting the walls. ( not the best time to play a race&amp;nbsp;video!)&lt;br /&gt;
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So...I really need a Halleighleuurrr breakfast....but Boo doesn't start until Tuesday August 9th....so I&amp;nbsp;guess I should really wait a week. I can't ever remember school starting this early....but there are NO complaints from this&amp;nbsp;Mama!&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope you all have a great week and have a Halleighleeeuuuur breakfast for yourself too!!&lt;br /&gt;
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1.&amp;nbsp; When you say..."Not now"....that really means "Never" to them.&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; When you say "Maybe"...let's&amp;nbsp;be real...it's a straight up "Yes" everytime.&lt;br /&gt;
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3.&amp;nbsp; Anytime you plan a meal....you can bet that they will be eating with friends that night!&lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; When you say "Let's go shopping?" When you get them anything...."They are DONE! And want to&amp;nbsp; get home immediately! Your going home with "nada"!! That is so NOT NICE!!&lt;br /&gt;
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5.&amp;nbsp; When you stop and give them money to run into the store.....please know that you will not be&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; getting any change back....NEVAH!&lt;br /&gt;
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6.&amp;nbsp; If you asked them to clean their room before they leave......KNOW you better check it to them prior to leaving.&amp;nbsp;YOUR cleaning and&amp;nbsp;THEIR cleaning are not even on the same planet?&lt;br /&gt;
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7.&amp;nbsp; When you say&amp;nbsp;...."Did you brush your teeth? Uhhhh....you might want to check the toothbrush from time to time. Gross...but I'm just sayin!&lt;br /&gt;
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8.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;At the end of the day.....as parents we Know absolutely nothing......and they know everything! Uhmmmm.....what I want to know ...is what is age are they when this all turns around!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;1.} &lt;strong&gt;If the blogging world had a talent show, what would your act be?&lt;/strong&gt; It would have to be a standup comedy routine with a little singing possibly involved! A little "Saturday Night Liveish". Imitating someone....(not in a bad way!) well...maybe a little.&amp;nbsp;Definitely something along those lines!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;2.} &lt;strong&gt;What's the most likely reason you might become famous?&lt;/strong&gt; For years I told everyone I would work for Oprah someday....and way back in the day....I had convinced myself of that as well. But I couldn't move to Chicago...so that pipedream ended! But...I think it would have to be something work related....which is Radio/Sales/Advertising!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;3.} &lt;strong&gt;What question are you repeatedly asked that you are tired of hearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Oh my Lord...since I've moved to Denver...I hear the same ole thing everyday!! "WHERE ARE YOU FROM?" and it's always a little snippy or condescending....it drives me insane. And I always like to say....."New York....How bout you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;4.} &lt;strong&gt;What's the last thing you broke?&lt;/strong&gt; Just today I was in Hobby Lobby and I accidentally broke a little bowl! But I did tell the lady two aisles over and she told me not to worry about it. However...I did offer to pay for it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5.} &lt;strong&gt;Finish this sentence. I can't believe I used to...&lt;/strong&gt; worry about what people thought of me! That was a really long time ago. Now....I could care less! There was something that I must have been very insecure about....but I didn't realize it at the time. Now ...what you see is what you get! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;This was fun....thanks girlz!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDhQKleNcsg/Sl6PLGdH40I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kueVDM_YdCI/s1600/03F5A60A9CE5B92D74199DC7423D214C.png" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1365475184953798714?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1365475184953798714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1365475184953798714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1365475184953798714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1365475184953798714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2011/06/1.html' title='WWTK WEDNESDAY!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UDhQKleNcsg/Sl6PLGdH40I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kueVDM_YdCI/s72-c/03F5A60A9CE5B92D74199DC7423D214C.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3721489433750679714</id><published>2011-05-26T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T13:59:35.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To My Oprah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿Oh my Lord...what am I going to do at 4:00? For as long as I can remember my girlfriend has come to see me every day at 4:00! Bad day or good day....she always had something to say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JUBShXFlkQ/Td68HMz2i6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/FF9y8qyRYhA/s1600/20110524-tows-oprah-finale-promo-6-424x239.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3JUBShXFlkQ/Td68HMz2i6I/AAAAAAAAAWc/FF9y8qyRYhA/s320/20110524-tows-oprah-finale-promo-6-424x239.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My Soul Sista Oprah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I would get nestled in to my favorite chair everyday and this would be "my time" for me to soak it all in! I don't think there has ever been a topic she hasn't covered. In every question she's asked or guest she interviewed.....it was always exactly what I wanted to know! Imagine that...she was reading my mind. It must be a broadcasting thing! I think personally .....it is certainly because she is so genuine and real. The unique thing is that every time she speaks it's like she's talking directly to you and no one else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That is why so many people resonated and admired Oprah! She really gets it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Oprah grew up in Kosiasko Mississippi where both of my parents were born and raised....near Clarksdale Mississippi! Not much going on in that little town. But one thing I do know.....that little town produced the Queen of the Delta and for that we have all been blessed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So many things she talks about on her Master Class on the OWN Network I can totally relate to, but I won't get into that....just watch....some of you will get it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know it's not goodbye because she has her OWN Network.....but I will sure miss the daily shows and how much I would get out of them! I am so glad I at least got to visit her show in Chicago about six years ago with my friend Lynda Stoller. She hooked us up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I will miss you Oprah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Well...if you can see by the look on their faces....they weren't happy about taking the pic...but what else is new. Austin hates his picture made and makes it hard on the whole family when it comes time to take them. In fact...the soulmate took about ten and this is the only one worth showing due to his many faces he thinks is cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So after church...they wanted to send me to the mall to shop and have a girly day. Well....under the circumstances I really didn't feel like shopping so...I was thinking a NAP and chick flick sounded good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Took the nap and went to see the new movie called "Something Borrowed"! (which was great by the way!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I was running a tad bit late and the ticket taker guy told me "no worries" just trailers still showing. He said..." if you need a drink the back concessions is open". So there was only one guy in line in front of me. So he leaves and I step up to hear the "Goth Chic" tell me...."Sorry I'm closed". I said..."the guy up front said you were open". She said...."well...I'm not!" Right behind her was a guy putting all a TON of popcorn in a clear big trash bag.&amp;nbsp;I said..." seriously....I will pay you for a bag of popcorn"! She just stared at me and said..."well..that is all getting thrown away right now"! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to come across the Counter and go after her Goth self...but I remembered the sermon from earlier in the morning...that made me hold myself back. I said to myself..."Ok Missy Missy...this is not the end...but your crusty ole black eyeliner self is not going to make me miss my movie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So afterwards I did see a Manager and he was just furious when I told him and he apologized profusely and little Miss Goth was SHO GONNA have some "splainin" to do!. He said...I know exactly who it was and I will take care of it .."I assure you!" He offered me a free pass...but I declined. I wanted him to know I was serious....not just complaining for the heck of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say that THIS WEEK....I am truly homesick to be back in Florida. It has been the worse week I can remember EVAH! Now..I am not one to complaina &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;..(that's really a&amp;nbsp;joke!)&lt;/span&gt; but I will confess that some of the "status quo" people annoy the heck out of me!!! I mean Keep It Real or step aside. Get an opinion and get your butt off the fence!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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When I asked to do something...I do it! I don't take six polls from people and ask them what I should do. If I didn't want to do it I wouldn't have told you I would do it. Oh....those days of over committing are gone.&amp;nbsp;If I accept a task....you don't have to keep emailing me....trust me I'm on it. Uhhmmmm...has any one guessed it by now?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever&amp;nbsp;known a "Control Freak"?&amp;nbsp;Well....since I am being honest...."I can say that I have suffered from this in the&amp;nbsp;past...so I guess it takes one to know&amp;nbsp;one". But in my defense....I've had to deal with people with people with various addictions which required me to step up my game...just a tad!&lt;br /&gt;
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What's the difference between people out West versus the South....here are just a few things:&lt;br /&gt;
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1) Southern folks don't need a governing committee to oversee a task...."Just One Good Southern Mama&amp;nbsp;In Charge will do! Trust me ...she can HANDLE IT! And if she can't ...She'll pay good money to have it DONE RIGHT by somebody who can.&lt;br /&gt;
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2) I've been told that people out West like to keep it "Simple".&amp;nbsp; Keeping it "Simple" to a Southern Mama is disturbing and unproductive. Who want's to be like everybody else....that's boring as ALL GET OUT! No Southern Mama wants be like the lady down the street!&lt;br /&gt;
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3) The women in the West....like to look "au Naturelle". Well&amp;nbsp;Jesus&amp;nbsp;Lord How Mercy....Southern women can be "au Naturelle".....but lets be real. We do throw on a little powder and lip tint with a smidgen of blush and still call ourselves that. A true Southern Mama never leaves the house without lookin in the mirror. &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(We just tell a little white lie...and say we don't have any on!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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4) &amp;nbsp;Women out West like to tell people they are going to put their Yoga pants on and go to the gym. A Southern Mama gets up and gets dressed for Yoga but doesn't leave the house. Our house has got to be in order before we get to "those other distracting things in life...like working out!"&lt;br /&gt;
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5)&amp;nbsp; Most of the women I've met are so self absorbed that they don't volunteer for anything....and if they do....the bring in bottled water or desserts....something they can buy and not put in time or effort into. (A Southern Mama.....calls them slackers!)&lt;br /&gt;
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6) Women in the West also like their hair rather on the flat side and not colored with roots showing at least two inches down their head. A Southern Mama will miss her gyno appointment in order to get her hair colored.&lt;br /&gt;
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7) I have never seen women with such ugly feet! I don't know quite how to explain this. People are wearing flip flops right now who desperately need to pay some attention to their feet. This just grosses me out.....nuff said!! &lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it....trust me....I'm not stopping because I can't think of more! There's a ton more to say....but I'm a 20 percenter Southern Mama who's gotta quit blogging because I gotta get to getting some work done. Cuz the other 80 percent of the Mama's...."are busy" and they don't have time to do anything but complain about what the 20 percenters are doing.&lt;br /&gt;
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I miss my Southern Mama friends who like to do things right. Do you know one! I KNOW MANY....I am so missing them right now!&lt;br /&gt;
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She saw the other team from a distance and she started telling me some of the things that the other girls on her soccer team had already told her. Apparently, they had played them last year and remembered it well. The girls that they would be playing on Saturday were actually known for kicking girls and playing dirty. I told her what my PaPaw used to tell me...."the bigger they are....the harder they fall". I don't think that helped her any. Despite that...she looks adorable in her uniform...don't ya think?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So we have had three games thus far.....and she's pretty upset about not winning any of them. Did I tell you she is competitive? This is usually why she only does individual sports. Oh well.....she does love playing this game so we are happy about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As we approached the field and saw the big girls....she said, " If you think I'm getting out of this car and playin those big girls....you're crazy!" After much encouragment she finally got out of the car! At least it wasn't a shutout! They team actually held their own. Maybe next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My favorite of the night was Lauren! She sand," Candle in the Wind"....which is a song about Princess Diana, who I just loved. Miss Lauren did a great job! Sista can hit just any note. Love Love Her!!! Some of my FB peeps said that she could be my daughter....and I will so take that as a compliment! &lt;br /&gt;
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I know the judges think they did us some big favor last week about saving Casey, but I just don't see it after tonights performance. OKAY...am I crazy or did they thing trimming his hair and beard qualifies him for a makeover. I think NOT. They should have shaved his WHOLE face. What up with that? &lt;br /&gt;
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And for those of you who love Pia, let me just start out by saying...I really do think the girl can sang...but she is SOOOOOO BORING me! She comes out every week and just stands there. Is that what people do? I think NOT. She needs some dance lessons...but then again...WHO can dance in seven inch Jimmy Choo's! I'm glad she's pretty!! &lt;br /&gt;
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James rocked it as usual...but po thang is gonna get an earful for saying, "Pepsi" when COKE is Idol's Sponsor. I think he realized it about six seconds after the comment. Poor Ryan was scrambling to mention COKE again...as their Sponsor. Ah...ya gotta love it. Of course that is an advertisers nightmare...and I don't think he'll make that mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well...when I grow up, I want to be on Idol. Ya'll know ya'll would vote for me. Hugs to all my Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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I will have to say my favorite thing about Idol this year is Steven Tyler. He inspires and says things that have never been said before. He's refreshing and let's face it....clearly enjoying himself watching the ladies sing. ( When then camera pans over to him while their singing...he cracks me up!) &lt;br /&gt;
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And if Ashton thinks she's Diana Ross.....she is sadly mistaken. I don't know what Randy was thinkin when he made that comment to her last week. Tonight she sang an unknown song and freakin Barry Gordy from MOTOWN was there to see her sing. Well.....thank God the trip wasn't a total waste for him. I am sure once he got a load of PIA singing, "All By Myself"...he was glad he came to Hollywood. She is definitely the Dark Horse to watch out for. &lt;br /&gt;
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It is time for a girl to win. The last three AI winners have been male. I have to be honest I have chosen the past winner for the past year except for last year. Yes...I had Adam picked from the top 24. (I am still mad about that!) Of course....his sales have way outnumbered...Chris whatever his name was....from last year. Adam stood way out above the rest! &lt;br /&gt;
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I am lovin me some James!!!!His story is amazing and I just love the fact that someone with a disability has beat the odds and has made it so far! Like he said tonight....he feels like he's already WON.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
I hope he's in the finals for sure.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life has been revolved around Big Boo's Lacrosse tryouts so...I have been WAY to BUSY to even consider blogging. Hugs to all you Sista's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UDhQKleNcsg/Sl6PLGdH40I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kueVDM_YdCI/s1600/03F5A60A9CE5B92D74199DC7423D214C.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UDhQKleNcsg/Sl6PLGdH40I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kueVDM_YdCI/s1600/03F5A60A9CE5B92D74199DC7423D214C.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7563926681197158494?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7563926681197158494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7563926681197158494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7563926681197158494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7563926681197158494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2011/03/idol-chat.html' title='Idol Chat!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UDhQKleNcsg/Sl6PLGdH40I/AAAAAAAAAGU/kueVDM_YdCI/s72-c/03F5A60A9CE5B92D74199DC7423D214C.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6569719912871404128</id><published>2011-02-15T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T13:41:22.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spoof On National Anthem....Ya'll Know I Don't Mean No Disrespect!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PIaMtyJroVw?fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Please know that I don't mean no disrespect....because the National Anthem is a beautiful thang! But I have to tell you it seems like lately that everybody tries to put their on "stamp" on it...to make it "their own".&lt;br /&gt;
Attention Singers....there is only one Whitney Houston...and one Jennifer Hudson...so Ya'll give it up. Oh...and as far as it goes for Christina forgetting the words.....You try singing in front of millions and don't see if you mess up something! So...Christina wherever you are....don't listen to all the negative...this SoulSista has yo back! &lt;br /&gt;
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But I don't care what anyone says.....dis if funny right heerrrrrreee!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6569719912871404128?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6569719912871404128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6569719912871404128&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6569719912871404128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6569719912871404128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2011/02/maya-rudolph-national-anthem.html' title='Spoof On National Anthem....Ya&apos;ll Know I Don&apos;t Mean No Disrespect!!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PIaMtyJroVw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1148602840561086283</id><published>2011-02-08T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:57:57.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza Hut Delivery...Not A Good Idea!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please know that I am not complaining...I am loving where I live &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but today was I say I just had to laugh or I would've cried! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I took Lil Bon to the bus stop....and this is what I saw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TVILTWpxIYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZnagXZ2QZqc/s1600/bus+stop+treckers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TVILTWpxIYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZnagXZ2QZqc/s320/bus+stop+treckers.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm sorry but this was just funny to me. Here I am at the bus stop with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 freezing kids in my car waiting at the bus stop....because the bus was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;taking so long...I felt sorry for the kids...so I said..."Come on in ...forget&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything your parents have told you...I am not a stranger and GET IN"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All but one... little precious angel listened. "I said Honey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;if you don't want to freeze you may wanna go back home or get in". She &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;got in very reluctantly. ( Yes her Mama did train her right!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to my picture story! The man is actually a man I know...so I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;rolled down the window and said...."Ken what on earth do you think you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;are doing"! And what on earth are you wearing?" He said..."Just gettin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a little exercise!" I'm thinkin to myself.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I would rather run up and down in the stairs in my house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;than to get out in this mess and exercise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forty-five minutes at the bus stop with 8 kids and I'm done. Finito..I'm over it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I delivered all the children in my car safely to their homes. My precious neighbor twins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aka...the Bieber twins came on home with me. Lil Bon was in heaven all day....because they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;stayed with me until their parents got home this afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meanwhile...I order Pizza Hut...as requested by the kids. The lady said one hour and 30 minute &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wait. I said OK...it's a little after 11:00 a.m. they'll be good. Pizza doesn't arrive until 2:15 p.m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I called.....they left 20 minutes ago. He finally arrives and then when he goes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to leave...he gets stuck in my drive way. So the guy was just the nicest so I said I will go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and get my shovel and help you out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is where it get's real stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We dig and shovel....dig and shovel.....&amp;nbsp;and I think we've done enough and he gets back in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and just picture me in the front of this car. I said..."Hold ON Cowboy...just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;make sure this think is in reverse....or Mama's gonna need a "Colorado plot".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He said, "dont worry"...I don't want anyone to get hurt. So his wheels just&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;spun a layer of ice on my head. I swear...at this point...I'm convinced I'm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;getting punked...and Ashton Kutcher is in the bushes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go back to get a metal shovel and we start shoveling again....I can't feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my fingers at this point. But I keep at it...and finally I got on the back of his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;car and said..."let's try it again"...so he get's in and we finally get it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pizza Hut Man...James....gets out of his car and gives me a big ole hug&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and said...."you just saved me from calling Triple A so I am going to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;give you a free pizza under your address for the next time you call".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At this point....I'm exhausted. This shoveling snow is NOT up my alley!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The soulmate has made me swear to him I would not attempt it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is something though about seeing other women shovel snow....and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;him telling me that I don't need to do that. I guess I feel a little guilty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can we say SnowBlower? Soulmate says we don't need one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a 15-yr-old Son that's gonna want a car this summer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so we don't need to worry about it. He Will Shovel Snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here I am .....flying by the seat of my pants as usual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SpdGt2t3DNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mC4MyCSJRfc/s1600/Debi+Signature.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SpdGt2t3DNI/AAAAAAAAAKI/mC4MyCSJRfc/s1600/Debi+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1148602840561086283?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1148602840561086283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1148602840561086283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1148602840561086283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1148602840561086283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2011/02/pizza-hut-deliverynot-good-idea.html' title='Pizza Hut Delivery...Not A Good Idea!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TVILTWpxIYI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZnagXZ2QZqc/s72-c/bus+stop+treckers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4817774744165537356</id><published>2010-12-30T15:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:44:20.474-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing Out The Wazoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;They said it was coming!﻿ It's finally here and the snow hasn't stopped since 10 a.m. this morning. I got up to run to Target before it started to try to get last minute goodies..just in case we got snowed in for the New Year!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...I am at the checkout line and glanced outside to see a blizzard going on!!Lil Bon said, "Mama...hurry up or we are gonna get stranded"! You mean in a wreck...not stranded. So....we grabbed the buggy and hurried out the door!! When I got home...which is only two minutes from my house....this is what I came home too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TR0WmVgQcvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cJRwAdh9HaU/s1600/IMG_2026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TR0WmVgQcvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cJRwAdh9HaU/s320/IMG_2026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously....can you believe that this happened so fast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's been kind of funny lately....everyone keeps telling us that Colorado is breaking the weather to the DeLoney's very easy! "It's never been this mild"...is all we keep hearing! It snow's up in the mountains every other week or even day....but that's an hour away from us in Denver. So if you're a weather bug and watch the news at night and see it that it's snowing....it's usually in what we call the High Country...not in Denver particularly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So all of this is making one boy very happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TR0YXrvnv8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/63-FIl_aFpM/s1600/Troy+%2527s+here%2521.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TR0YXrvnv8I/AAAAAAAAAWE/63-FIl_aFpM/s320/Troy+%2527s+here%2521.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is Troy....(my other boy....or so I've claimed him as mine!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Troy is here visiting us from Tampa from our old neighborhood....he is one of Big Boo's bestie's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;He is loving all the snow and the soulmate took them up to Copper Mountain yesterday....so he's been in La La Land here with us! We love him dearly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In fact....they are all playing in the snow right now...so I'd better get out and take some photo's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Peace Out!!! To all my Sista's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debi&lt;/em&gt;&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/8939484291935007284-4817774744165537356?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4817774744165537356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4817774744165537356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4817774744165537356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4817774744165537356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-snowing-out-wazoo.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing Out The Wazoo!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TR0WmVgQcvI/AAAAAAAAAWA/cJRwAdh9HaU/s72-c/IMG_2026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1803681979662057136</id><published>2010-12-27T19:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:01:54.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas In Colorado.....Our Very First!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TRlPVmqks2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JE0lFrfKeeM/s1600/DeLoney_Christmas_Pic%255B2%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TRlPVmqks2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JE0lFrfKeeM/s320/DeLoney_Christmas_Pic%255B2%255D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our First Christmas in Colorado 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't hardly believe we have already lived in Colorado for six months! Wow has the time just flown by! Everything is so different here but in a good way! Colorado is very family oriented and there is tons of things to do here in any direction you drive. Right now though...primarily snow skiing. All of the ski resorts are just an hour from where we live......so this makes it great to head to the mountains and just ski for the day and come right back home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This family picture was made over Thanksgiving up at Copper Mountain. We loaded the car and headed up to the slopes and stayed in a condo at Copper and had three fun-filled days of skiing and relaxation. Some of Austin's friends met us up there&amp;nbsp;....so he had friends to snowboard with while we went skiing with Coley. Except we split up and Austin left me on the side of a mountain.....I was later rescued by two very cute ski patrol guys....so you see....sometimes things just have a way of working themselves out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I look forward to 2011 and meeting more new people and making sure my peeps are doing well in school and helping them pursue their dreams. Having a 15 -yr-old...who just got his permit...and an almost 11-yr-old sure keeps me on my toes. I have to say ...they both have been amazing about the move a﻿n everything that brings....like meeting new friends...in school and in the neighborhood....getting involved in our new church. So I am very proud of them for putting forth every effort to be happy and getting settled in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that all the dust has settled and our basement is finished....I am curious to see what God has in store for me here. I miss all of my life-long friends I have made in Tampa and have been missing them all very much lately. I guess you could say....I am officially getting bored. So who knows what 2011 will bring....but I am looking forward to it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many Blessings to you and your family for 2011!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1803681979662057136?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1803681979662057136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1803681979662057136&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1803681979662057136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1803681979662057136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-in-coloradoour-very-first.html' title='Christmas In Colorado.....Our Very First!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TRlPVmqks2I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JE0lFrfKeeM/s72-c/DeLoney_Christmas_Pic%255B2%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-327391162932737946</id><published>2010-11-23T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T21:30:15.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GloZell Is Killing Me!!!</title><content type='html'>I have a confession to make....I have spent a WHOLE LOT OF TIME on YouTube today! You see my son sent me an email with a link late last night. It was YouTube video of this chic called GloZell ...and she has had me hysterically laughing most of the day. Yes...a grown woman....Likes ...myself...laughing outloud...my stomach is still sore from laughing! Take a look for yourself and please know that I am not responsible for what comes out of her mouth....and some things she says.....I would not condone for children to be present.....but this chick is just crazy funny! (insert Full Disclaimer!)&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to tell you that she will have her own show one day...or end up on Saturday night live...I am sure! So enjoy Sista's. O and GloZell ...if you happen to stumble upon this....I will take you to lunch if you are ever in Denver....I'm just sayin!!!&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2UE-zPbUGY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2UE-zPbUGY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-327391162932737946?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l2UE-zPbUGY' title='GloZell Is Killing Me!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/327391162932737946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=327391162932737946&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/327391162932737946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/327391162932737946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/11/glozell-is-killing-me.html' title='GloZell Is Killing Me!!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7985726681223060846</id><published>2010-11-20T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T22:17:26.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potter Loves A Screaming Mama!</title><content type='html'>It wasn't my idea....it was my daughter....Lil Bon! "I really want to go see Harry Potter tonight"! (Insert big sigh here!) This type of movie is usually reserved for "Daddy...Daughter Datenight". Usually because it's something he wants to see as well. However...the Soulmate was with Big Boo at a Lacrosse game. Hence thereforth...this journey began.&lt;br /&gt;
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First of all....I have only purchased Harry Potter books and I am probably the only person on earth who hasn't seen a Harry Potter movie and never seen ANY Star Wars episode as well. Yes...I am the minority. I cannot stand Sci-Fi or this fantasy mess...yes that includes that Twilight crap too. Call me crabby...crazy....I don't care....I don't enjoy scary mess...or vampires....or anything else that's creepy. &lt;br /&gt;
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Did I say I've never seen the Harry Potter movies...that would be H to the Y. And yes...I knew completely nothing about what was happening...other than a man named Dumbledorf had died in the movie prior to this one. ( I did get that one...pretty early on!) &lt;br /&gt;
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So I was ok...until Harry follows some creepy old woman to her house and then comes this God awful big snake....Did I mention I hate creppyness....OH YES I DID! Well....I let out a SCREAM when this snake popped out on the screen...and as my friend Shawn would say....."I may or may not have wet my pants". Lil Bon said....I am not allowed to take her to Part two. So....let's get this straight....I thought this was the very last one...or that's at least what I was told prior to making this commitment. So now Part two doesn't come out until July 2011. Uhmmmm....the thangs....we do for our babies. &lt;br /&gt;
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So&amp;nbsp;I would like to officially apologize to anyone who I offended or scared at the theatre tonight. I know some one got a laugh out of this Mama screamin in Harry Potter. Unbelievable...fo real!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7985726681223060846?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7985726681223060846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7985726681223060846&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7985726681223060846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7985726681223060846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/11/harry-potter-loves-screaming-mama.html' title='Harry Potter Loves A Screaming Mama!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6327040461181988648</id><published>2010-10-29T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-29T21:25:30.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HaPpY  HaLLoWeEn!!</title><content type='html'>Hey Sista's.......should I apologize for not blogging? I don't know why I haven't been able to make myself sit down and really pour my heart out? I guess I have so much to say.....but just don't want to ramble about it all since....there is SO MUCH I could say! But let's be real....I can't say everything I want to say because this IS THE WORLD WIDE WEB. I know it's not like I'm running for a politcal office....but I guess there are just some things better left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;
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The basement renovation is progressing though. They start the drywall and stone fireplace next week...so I am ready for that! Halloween is this Sunday and Lil Bon will be a Greek Goddess, which was a much better selection than....Lady GaGa or Micheal Jackson....which she previously expressed interest in! &lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow we will be going on a horseback riding trail in the mountains and when we come back down...we'll eat dinner and then do their "Haunted House". This will be the first year that it hasn't snowed on Halloween.....according to the locals. It will only be in the 60's ....so everyone is acting like this is a definite heat wave. It feels absolutely great to us! &lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow is Big Boo's 1st Fall Lacrosse game and then off the ride! Wishing all my Sista's a great weekend and Happy Halloween. &lt;em&gt;It will be my Daddy's Birthday on Sunday......he always told us he "rode in on a broomstick". Love ya Pops!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;PEACE OUT SISTA'S!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6327040461181988648?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6327040461181988648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6327040461181988648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6327040461181988648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6327040461181988648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween.html' title='HaPpY  HaLLoWeEn!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-475851579580427671</id><published>2010-10-13T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T07:14:49.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Off Track!</title><content type='html'>OK....so I used to celebrate my birthday all week....and clearly I would make this known to my immediate family within &amp;nbsp;the four walls of my home. However, the soul mate has been out of town for the last two days and let's just say....I am in desperate need of a Girls Night Out. (In A MAJOR WAY!) And I mean I don't need anything materialistic....just an occasional.....aweeee....it's Mom's Birthday.....let me take the trash out for you....or clean up the table......or Mom...let's just order in tonight? Nope....hasn't happened.&lt;br /&gt;
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How can one thing that goes wrong just set the tone for the rest of the day? I did wake up and do my Bible Study! Maybe that's it...I usually do it late at night after everyone's in bed and it's actually quiet. I chose not to do that yesterday....uhmmm....Guess I'll need to talk that one over with the man upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;
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After the one thing that actually threw the wrench in the day....it just got worse. Lil Bon has been out of school for the past three weeks due to her being in what they call...."All year around" school here." Oh...yeah....lots' of benefits....your children are supppose to retain more ...therefore create less work for the teachers...uhmm..Well...let me tell you about the cons.&lt;br /&gt;
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#1. They want to stay up all night and sleep until 10 and then expect you to either to take them to breakfast and or lunch. &lt;br /&gt;
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#2. You have to constantly remind them to read the required material that they are to continue while on break, as well as, visit sites that keep their mind sharp for upon return.&lt;br /&gt;
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#3. They get bored at the drop of a penny. And most of their friends all have plans and are already signed up for things to do during this time. (I will know this for next time!)&lt;br /&gt;
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#4. What do you do if you work....hire a Nanny? I am not working but I would like to because I am bored beyond belief....what then?&lt;br /&gt;
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So...I am ready for traditional school....and she is on the track that is closest to the traditional school year calendar. So Lil Bon starts back on Oct 19th and Big Boo starts his fall&amp;nbsp; break this Friday. Praise God it's only for a week. This three week thing has driven me bonkers. We've shopped....did extra horse lessons....make pottery....went to the libraries....shopped some more....and eaten out almost everyday for lunch. (Hence the&amp;nbsp;weight gain!) &lt;br /&gt;
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So I will always remember my OFF TRACK Birthday week! Oh...and did I mention I'm homesick....for both cities....for my family in Memphis and my friends and family in Tampa.....so prayers are needed....because....I am OFF TRACK!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-475851579580427671?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/475851579580427671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=475851579580427671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/475851579580427671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/475851579580427671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/10/birthday-off-track.html' title='The Birthday Off Track!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3030719943338626875</id><published>2010-09-22T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:39:24.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming....A Whole New BallGame!</title><content type='html'>Way back in the day....your Homecoming dance generally speaking .....mean't that you had a date. I thought it would pretty much be the same when Boo started High School this year. It all started out the way actually! He told me that he was taking a girl (who shall remain nameless) to the dance. Oh....let's say about five days into saying that....IT ALL CHANGED....in a twinkling of an eye. POOF.....(this is where the smoke rises...) GONE! FINITO! When I asked what happened....."Don't worry about it Mom!" This was not what I was use to hearing! Usually he spills it.......pretty quickly...mainly because he has a WHOLE LOT OF his Mama in him!&lt;br /&gt;
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So Now everything is this group deal....which in all honesty....is really the smart way to go in my opinion!&lt;br /&gt;
At first...I was a little disappointed. I thought to myself....I get to take pictures of Boo and his date before they leave.....yada yada yada....and it's his first year....so exciting.....but then I started thinking about the pro's and con's and the pro's came WAY OUT on top ....and here's why!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are no expectations! You don't know what your missing if you've never experienced it!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Drama.....there is sure to be A WHOLE LOT of it ...if your date shows up with the same dress as one of her peers! (Let just be real...that is the epitomy of embarrassment for a woman!)&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;You don't just have to dance with your date.....you can ask anyone of the girls in your group!( this is where the old rap song comes back into play....remember....."Hotel...Motel....Holiday Inn....If your girl starts acting up....then you take her friend"! He can have a good time and move on....if the drama starts up!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He doesn't have to buy a corsage or pay for dinner!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;He can torment his friends who brought a date....but are totally bored with the girl they asked! &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;These are just five small reasons why going in a group would be a great way to go to the dance! I am sure there are many more.....I will say that we had a great day shopping at BUCKLE for his outfit. He will definitely be the best dressed one there.....and YES...I will have a picture up as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;
He informed me that he has invited everyone over here to take pictures.....as in ....OH&amp;nbsp; BY THE WAY...I almost forgot to tell ya! Thanks Boo....glad to hear that two days prior! It's not like we are about to have a basement renovation going on!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Well....I am sure there will be Boy Drama....when he gets home. So I will keep you all posted!&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace Out.....Soul Sista's!!&lt;br /&gt;
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"No Sir.....I&amp;nbsp;am a Lacrosse player" as he shook the Coaches hand." Well...here in Denver....Lacrosse players play Football......and&amp;nbsp;Football Players play Lacrosse"....the Coach said. "Uh....Ok. ( I mean really what was he supposed to say after a comment like that!) So....the Coach would begin his courtship in talking Big Boo into football...much to his dismay.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what&amp;nbsp;am I doing right now you might ask. Uhmmmm.....lets see....I am SO KNEE DEEP in Football ...you have no idea. There are over 50 players and 10 coaches just for the Freshman Football Team. And yes....same ole same ole....the 20/80 rule....20 percent of the parents&amp;nbsp;do 80 percent of the work. We do have an amazing team Mom....who is basically the assistant to the coach...I tell you I&amp;nbsp;don't know how she does it and she works full time! But I am trying to help her with anything I can. Oh..did I mention that I am feeding the 50 players and 10 coaches on Thursday night. Yes.....It is being catered but the&amp;nbsp;"Soulmate" and I decided&amp;nbsp;not to beg other people to step&amp;nbsp;up and give...(I don't have time for excuses!)&amp;nbsp;So the only thing I have asked for is someone to bring yeast rolls, dessert and Sweet tea from&amp;nbsp;Chick-Fil-A! Bada Bing....Done!!! I am having Pot&amp;nbsp;Roast and Mashed Potatoes made from the Marie Calendars&amp;nbsp;Restaurant here in Denver made for the team!&lt;br /&gt;
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So back to Boo! I cannot say&amp;nbsp;exactly&amp;nbsp;what I would normally say....for fear of retribution of some sorts...but lets just say...Big Boo...is definitely a Lacrosse player....Note to self: When your son tells you what he is.....just listen to him. Let him decide what he wants to do.....without encouraging them to out of their comfort zone......just listen! And yes...I am talking to myself.&amp;nbsp;We thought it would be a great idea for him to stay in shape while waiting to play High School Lacrosse in February....but there are fall Lacrosse Leagues he could participate in and will be when Football is over in October. Also...a great way to meet more friends and build a comradery with&amp;nbsp;some other players. Well....at&amp;nbsp;least the social aspect of&amp;nbsp;it is working out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;And yes....let me be clear about one thing. The Social Calendar is up in and&amp;nbsp;running in the DeLoney home. Big Boo has something going on just about every other night! I&amp;nbsp;will posting more pics soon!Ok....he is towering over me....I thought he would be this big when he was a Junior not a Freshman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7758060760702570500?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7758060760702570500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7758060760702570500&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7758060760702570500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7758060760702570500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/09/wellhe-thought-it-was-good-idea.html' title='Well.....He Thought It Was A Good Idea!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/TIcXdSZGHOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/olqKLwiAvog/s72-c/IMG_1697.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8432541343634513464</id><published>2010-09-02T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:35:06.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hottie Trotti Hookup!</title><content type='html'>I thought I was on a roll....actually very proud of myself for sticking to an exercise program! In fact...I was getting to know the nice elderly gentlemen (Dave) at the check in counter at the Rec Center pretty good. Well...that is until I had my wreck two weeks ago yesterday! I mean seriously...I am very thankful God is apparently finished with me yet. He must know so much more.....&lt;br /&gt;
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There was over 25 grand in damage to my car....so it was totalled last Thursday. So bada bing....had to go car shopping. As many of you know....Car shopping is not my thang. I mean really...whatever gets me from point A to point B and I'm good. At least that's what I used to think&amp;nbsp;in my BL days. If you dont' know what that means...it's a term I coined myself. It means Before Lexus. Yes that's right! Cars really have never ever mattered to me, but once you drive a Lexus....it's hard to drive anything else. I guess now I am a Lexus Snot....thanks to Chris Trotti....one of my friends...hottie hubby...as she would say! Ya see...Chris made it real simple...ya tell him&amp;nbsp;what your looking&amp;nbsp;for and he just calls you when he finds it.....no going back and forth and crap...it's just what it is. I must admit..I kinda like not spending all day hanging out at a dealership....playing the cat and mouse game with the salespeople.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes... I live in Denver now...not in Tampa....far away from the Hottie Trotti...who always made my life a little&amp;nbsp;more simple for me when it came to my car. And yes...I called on&amp;nbsp;him for advice .....and he politely reminded me that it didn't matter what I got..because someone would end up hitting me&amp;nbsp;again in a few months....since this is the 4th time since February! Yeah....and I wasn't laughing at that one...bad&amp;nbsp;karma...I told him that he was not to speak those words out loud. But he does have a point.&lt;br /&gt;
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So....I headed&amp;nbsp;ovah to the Denver Lexus Dealership and told them what was going down....and they ended up helping me out and getting it all done. This time....Hottie Trotti wasn't there to tell me to take his car and go to the International Mall and he would call me when the car was ready. I had to sit there and wait for more than three hours to get it all&amp;nbsp;DONE DID! I politely told my sales person that my guy back and Tampa didn't make me wait like this&amp;nbsp;at all.....I had to rub it in a little....but they do have a great massage chair at this dealership! But the whole process made me miss my Hottie Trotti who always had my back. I miss you CT!&amp;nbsp;Shawn ....you can give him a big huggie and relay this message to him!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8432541343634513464?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8432541343634513464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8432541343634513464&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8432541343634513464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8432541343634513464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/09/hottie-trotti-hookup.html' title='The Hottie Trotti Hookup!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-2332353590399601096</id><published>2010-08-29T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T20:34:18.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Going on...</title><content type='html'>It's been so long since I've posted...it's not even funny. If I am honest...it's all I can do to post this one. What is wrong with me...well...I don't even know where to start! So much has happened over the past month. Especially the last two weeks. &lt;br /&gt;
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In not in any particular order....here goes!&lt;br /&gt;
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Contracted the basement out to to be finished.&lt;br /&gt;
Big Boo started High school&lt;br /&gt;
Big Boo started Football &amp;amp; practices&lt;br /&gt;
Lil Bon had choir performance, I was Emcee of event&lt;br /&gt;
Got Safe Racks installed in Garage&lt;br /&gt;
Cleaned out basement (still in process) for preparation of Basement Renovation&lt;br /&gt;
Voluteered At Lil Bon's school ( reading assessments)&lt;br /&gt;
On Care Committee at MVHS (Boo's school) for Faculty appreciation&lt;br /&gt;
Sponsorship Coordinator for QB committee for football team&lt;br /&gt;
Coordinated Silent Auction Items for MVHS Football Fundraising Gala&lt;br /&gt;
Still trying to find Lil Bon a Barn for riding....(this is overwhelming.)&lt;br /&gt;
Company (3 Visitors) in three months&lt;br /&gt;
Was in a wreck...car totalled out.. had to find another vehicle.&lt;br /&gt;
Big Boo was injured at football practice..&lt;br /&gt;
Xrays'....then CT SCAN and two Dr's later.....more appointments for diagnosis this Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;
Need to see a Chiropractor...did I mention I am so sore still....trying to stay busy to make it all go away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Need I say more....I&amp;nbsp; have too much to say...to even start...so I will be back soon once the dust settles. I hope to chat more&amp;nbsp;wtih you all soon. I promise I will catch up soon!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love me some Selah! I hope this blesses you as much as it has blessed me!&lt;br /&gt;
Have an Amazing Friday! Hugs to you Sista's!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-5644330209997844385?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/5644330209997844385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=5644330209997844385&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5644330209997844385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5644330209997844385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/07/k-love-selah-unredeemed-live.html' title='K-LOVE - Selah &quot;Unredeemed&quot; LIVE'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4848660690291331223</id><published>2010-07-22T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:42:52.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment.....It's A Dilemma!</title><content type='html'>I have to tell you that moving clear across the United States has been quite exciting. I never thought I would ever be settled so fast, clearly that's why I haven 't posted in over a month. Sorry :( But I have to tell you that if you know me....my thought process...you would understand. I really don't stop ..until I have things pretty much the way I like it. You noticed I said the word "like"...because there is a difference between "like" and "love". In order to "love" it.......it would have to be WAY OVER THE TOP. Change is always good!&lt;br /&gt;
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So I have had painters...IN and OUT....here and there ....My sweet new "Handyman" Roy from the church to do odds and ends things....that I need to have done so the "soulmate" won't have to worry about. Tomorrow I have the "basement" guy coming to give me an estimate on finishing my basement before winter comes...possibly by Halloween....just in time for friends to come in and visit me and go Skiing. (Hint Hint Tampa friends!) So here lies the dilemma.....&lt;br /&gt;
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Lil Bon starts school next Tuesday....because it's all year around school for her. She goes nine weeks and then has three weeks off. Big Boo will be a freshman in High School and he starts August 9th. As soon as this happens......what am I going to do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Well...if I was the athletic type.....I would be going to the gym! And I do plan to do that....I just don't see myself going more than three times a week. Maybe four...if I get REAL motivated....but I can already see myself getting BORED OUT OF MY MIND.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Dilemma....&lt;br /&gt;
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Do I volunteer....or get some type of job that will make me feel like I have a purpose? The "soulmate" asked me not to work for at least a year.....I told him that I could only guarantee 6 months. I've only been here seven weeks and I am going stir crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to be around people or I get a little down and out. So that's my dilemma Soul Sista's! Can you give me your thoughts....they really do help! I am already on a committee for the High School....attended my first meeting this week. The nicest people here in Colorado....everyone says "Welcome to Colorado"....I am not kidding...it's hilarious! &lt;br /&gt;
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Missed All You Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4848660690291331223?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4848660690291331223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4848660690291331223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4848660690291331223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4848660690291331223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/07/contentmentits-dilemma.html' title='Contentment.....It&apos;s A Dilemma!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3312917085777329246</id><published>2010-06-16T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:18:21.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Bath....and WAY Beyond!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could be in trouble. Big trouble! Not only is there a Super Target two minutes from my house....across the street from there is a BBB (Bed Bath Beyond!). This store was about 25 minutes from my home in Florida so needless to say I did not frequent this store that often. Have you been in this store lately? I have to tell you that I have never paid that close attention at all the little gadgets....I promise I DO get out but I was very impressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Please tell me this.......why do they sell Candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was late and I was tired...&amp;nbsp;tired and I am here to tell you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that I had some trouble passing up some &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plain M &amp;amp; M's!( I'm just sayin!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been there three times in two days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think being so close to all of these shopping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;centers is going to get me into some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;serious trouble!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3312917085777329246?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3312917085777329246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3312917085777329246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3312917085777329246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3312917085777329246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/06/bed-bathand-way-beyond.html' title='Bed Bath....and WAY Beyond!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3674695087888302362</id><published>2010-06-14T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:39:54.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To The Neighborhood?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you do when you meet new neighbors who were best friends with the people that lived in your new house? Well for starters......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;complaining about how dirty the house was.....maybe not a good idea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HOW WAS I SUPPOSE TO KNOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I mean really....I didn't know they were BFF"s....but when she told me she let the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cleaning lady in.....I asked, " to this house" was probably not a good "idear" as my &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mom would say!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I asked..."There was a cleaning lady? Really? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Thinking to myself... that's what they call it!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK....I walked right into that one...so I had to tell her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that she may want to tell her friend that she needs to get&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her money back...cuz I spent two hour cleaning the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;laundry room floor ....where when they pulled out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the washer &amp;amp; dryer......well.....let's just say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;COMPLETE NASTINESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So....I treaded the waters....quite litely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after I learned this wonderful news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My neighbors are the nicest.....SO FAR!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Big Boo is currently undefeated in his Lacrosse games. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Headed out next week for the "Vail Shootouts"....for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the Championships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs to you Sista's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3674695087888302362?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3674695087888302362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3674695087888302362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3674695087888302362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3674695087888302362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-do-you-do-when-you-meet-new.html' title='Welcome To The Neighborhood?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1714593922236471601</id><published>2010-06-11T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T20:45:35.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Thought I Knew What Tired Was...</title><content type='html'>I know people say those two words very non chalantly! "I'm Tired"! Just two little words that I thought I really knew what they were but my dear Sista's...I had no idea! I've only moved one other time that required a rather large truck...however...this one was a 54 footer that did not have one more inch for even a tennis shoe.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Speaking of Shoes.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of the movers made one small comment. And it was this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I thought my wife had too many shoes...but Debi...you take the cake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;OK.....can't a girl like some shoes! So these guys have been giving me crapola for all my shoes! Why so many...he asked! This is why.....when you get disgusted looking for clothes....when all else fails.....shoes always fit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will have to say....those two little words....I'm tired! Too tired to get rid of any of those shoes. So for know they will stay in boxes until I am not too&amp;nbsp;tired to put them away. So...Sista's I'm so tired I can't even make sense...so I will go for now but I will start posting more soon. That's when I dig out of boxes. Hugs to my Sista's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debi&lt;/em&gt;&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/8939484291935007284-1714593922236471601?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1714593922236471601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1714593922236471601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1714593922236471601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1714593922236471601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-just-thought-i-knew-what-tired-was.html' title='I Just Thought I Knew What Tired Was...'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7963983902275418615</id><published>2010-06-03T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:32:53.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY.....We Made It!</title><content type='html'>Hey to my Soul Sista's! We made it! Thank you to all my BFF"s for praying for Kelsey to make it on board my flight out to Denver. She did great! Everyone here has just been wonderful. My new carpet was just installed throughout the whole upstairs....it's looks awesome! They had someone come in and clean it professionally so that takes a load off of this Sista!&lt;br /&gt;
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Lil Bon and my friend from College, Michelle, went and looked for furniture today for her room. We have two that we have picked out. I think she has a favorite and I will more than likely order it tomorrow! The soulmate and Big Boo fly out here on Saturday morning...so once they get here...it will feel more normal. &lt;br /&gt;
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The weather is absolutely wonderful....it was 68 degrees today and no humidity....ahhhhhh! I'm lovin&lt;br /&gt;
it! Our cars arrive tomorrow....way earlier than we expected.....I just got my rental here this morning..so I won't have it for long. Met my new neighbors across the street today and they are moving in the first week of July....apparently they just live down the street. I will be posting pictures soon! &lt;br /&gt;
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Hugs to my Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7963983902275418615?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7963983902275418615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7963983902275418615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7963983902275418615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7963983902275418615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/06/yaywe-made-it.html' title='YAY.....We Made It!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1614464854463391387</id><published>2010-05-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T19:21:44.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Six More Day's!</title><content type='html'>Only six days left here in Brandon Florida before I take off for the wild wild west in Colorado. Tomorrow is the kids last day of school....so they are excited about that, but I think the reality is starting to set in. In fact...I know the reality has officially set in because I have been the chauffeur to anything and everything the past few&lt;br /&gt;
days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think it has officially hit me yet because I am still trying to tie up loose ends with just the little things. I am chopping away at the list a little each more everyday. I just don't want to forget anything before I take off.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not so sure I will be able to see all the people I want to see before I go, so I don't quite know what to do about that, but I guess the Lord will have to work that one out for me as well. I will say this...there is a time and season for everything and I have to make myself understand that. I know my true friends will always remain with me whether I'm in Colorado or in Timbuktu.. it won't matter. They will always be there for me.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that the Lord has orchestrated this entire move from the very beginning so...there has to be an amazing reason why he is taking our family all the way to Colorado! I am excited about that journey, but I know I will be leaving behind many dear, sweet, and some real sassy friends! I will be updating my blog real soon with some neat things... but I may not be able to post for a week or so. I take possession of my new home on June 2nd late in the evening. So I will definitely keep you all posted!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;
Peace out Soul Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Debi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1614464854463391387?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1614464854463391387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1614464854463391387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1614464854463391387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1614464854463391387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-six-more-days.html' title='Just Six More Day&apos;s!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6436786917708167650</id><published>2010-05-16T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T18:09:27.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Sista Sunday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes it takes a good ole fashioned church service to get you out of your "poor pitiful me" way of thinking! Doesn't it? I'm not kidding! With so much going on in my life...it's been hard for me to focus on anything not pertaining to the move in the next couple of weeks. This is what's consumed my mind...keeping me being the person who God has called me to be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;home repairs fixed for new home buyers (have you ever tried to find a good roofer?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;playing phone tag with moving coordinator's ( I have three)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Speaking with Vehicle Transporter's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dealing with Insurance Companies....I've been rear-ended 3x in 3 month!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Making sure kids schools in Colorado have all required paperwork submitted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just wrapped up my last day...at work this past Friday...letting go was VERY hard!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;keeping my children on task for the last&amp;nbsp;few weeks of school....this continues to be a struggle&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;coordinating my dog, Kelsey...on the plane with us...will be a total act of God! You wouldn't believe what all that's involved in getting a dog to travel on a plane. The temperature has to be be perfect. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting Austin in to see his Dr. for Asthma check before we head out to Colorado!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li style="text-align: center;"&gt;Getting both kids teeth cleaned before we go so I dont' have to worry about that when we get there!&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wonder why I haven't had any time to see any of my friends for breakfast or lunch. Please know that I love you all anyway and if I don't get to see you before I leave...it's not because I don't love you! I will be sending out my new cards with information once I get to Colorado! I more thank likely won't even be posting the month of June....but I will post as much as I can until then! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do know that today after church that I felt that I should not moan or ever complain about my day again after hearing about what all Kelly Green encounters every time he goes out of the country! Lord do forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love you all my Soul Sista's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6436786917708167650?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6436786917708167650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6436786917708167650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6436786917708167650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6436786917708167650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/05/soul-sista-sunday.html' title='Soul Sista Sunday!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6563264720510518726</id><published>2010-05-13T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:50:22.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Days Left....But Whose Counting?</title><content type='html'>Well...I haven't been really counting down the days until things started just going downhill. You always hear people talk about things like this, but never thinks it's going to happen to you. Generally speaking, I tend to seem to see the glass half full....but this week...it's just been down-right half empty. &lt;br /&gt;
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Seventeen days from today and I will be boarding a plane for Denver Colorado. It snowed there yesterday. The "Soulmate" went by our house and snapped this picture! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe it? You would have at least thought he&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;could have taken a picture of the whole house....there is a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;whole other side of the house. I do love my cute Christmas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;tree in the front!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So yes...I am counting the days considering the week I have had...I'm just sayin! In fact, my kids are actually counting the days too! Too many last minute things to worry about. I actually found out that in order for my dog to fly with us on the plane, the temperature outside cannot be more than 85 degrees outside. Uhmmm....now let me see....June 2nd....Tampa, Florida....4:45 p.m. what are the chances of it being that or cooler? I would say second to none! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am praying that my friend,Olivia, will have her baby before I leave on May 28th...so I will be here when the baby is born! That is what is currently that is weighing very heavily on my mind. It's not due until the middle of June but I had a dream! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tomorrow is my last day to work at Spirit FM and I am very sad about that! So....please say a little prayer for me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs to my Soul Sista's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And as always...as luck would have it.. the "Soulmate" would be out of town...in my "new" home town. I called him at 8:45 a.m. which is 6:45 a.m. mountain time. I told him that I had been rear-ended and he said, "Dont' be messin with me this early"! Then....the ugly cry set in....you know....the really ugly cry....we've all had it! I said, "Do I sound like I messin with you this early?" He said..."O honey....I'm sorry...we are gonna have to get rid of that car....something's just not right!" &lt;br /&gt;
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So...it get's better!&lt;br /&gt;
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The lady that hit me was actually really nice, I actually felt sorry for her. I was still in shock of it all and wasn't even speaking about it...just crying. I didn't even have a real tissue. Just an old dunkin donut napkin to blow my nose on from my glove compartment as I looked for my vehicle registration. Pretty pitiful. &lt;br /&gt;
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As the officer pulled up...he said..."which one of you ladies haven't been so nice?" And she raised her hand. He said..."Do explain?" She said..."I was pulling out of the Eye Doctor's driveway and didn't see her car". Did I hear him right....did he just say the eye dr? Can she not see...obviously not!!!The&amp;nbsp; officer glanced over at me....and I gave him my ..Sha Nay Nay grin...like really...could this get any worse! Is there a camera on me some where? Is Ashton Kutcher in the bushes? Am I getting punked?&lt;br /&gt;
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Meanwhile...I'm glancing down at my watch...thinking that I am suppose to have my "exit interview" at work today. So I try to call the "General" at the office and finally reached him and give him the news of why I am not at work. He was so sweet and couldn't believe it either! What a week! And it's not even Wednesday! &lt;br /&gt;
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I think ....what really got me the most....is that the lady that hit me got out and took a picture of my car. I'm thinking....WHAT? Seriously...there is no damage to her car.....my car hasn't been out of the shop from the last accident for more that 92 hours and she's going to think that I am going to possibly cause more damage to my car in some way? She is seriously off her rocker! Part of me wanted to just back up a little and nudge her just to scare her....it would serve her right....give me a stinkin break! &lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I just&amp;nbsp;have to PRAY FOR STUPID PEOPLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7132620937930501310?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7132620937930501310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7132620937930501310&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7132620937930501310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7132620937930501310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/05/boomthere-it-is.html' title='Boom.....There It Is!!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3428714323239495781</id><published>2010-05-08T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T21:02:26.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Are Going To Be Hard To Say Goodbye To !</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to say goodbyes have been weighing&amp;nbsp;very heavy on my heart. How does one say goodbye to great friends and "BFF's" that have been there for you in the good times and in the bad....some for many years and some for only a few. I have been very emotional....all over the place. Some one could say ..."Boo" and I could cry!&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course it doesn't help that my children have had their own struggles as well with school work and other kids at school saying stuff...doing stuff...just being..ridiculous. Where are these parents at? That's all I'm asking? &lt;br /&gt;
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There is a song that was written by a former contestant from American Idol, Chris Sligh called, "Here Comes Goodbye" that is sung by Country music artists, Rascall Flatts...that I love.. but it's about a girl about to break up with her boyfriend ....so it's not exactly what I'm talking about but I&amp;nbsp;love it.&amp;nbsp;So I need to find an appropriate song for my friends before I take off.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Things That Are Going To Be Hard For Me To Say Goodbye To:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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1. &lt;strong&gt;Friends...&lt;/strong&gt;I won't name you....because I would hate to forget someone and make you mad at me before I leave. (I've already made some of you mad....and I don't even know why.) It's not like I've thrown a party...and left anyone off a list!&lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;Church...&lt;/strong&gt;I will miss my Bell Shoals Baptist Church Family and my former Sista Church ....FishHawk Fellowship Church. All my peeps in the&amp;nbsp;FFC choir and at Bell Shoal Baptist Academy. &lt;br /&gt;
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3. &lt;strong&gt;My Work&lt;/strong&gt;...My Spirit FM 90.5 Family. I've been working there for about five years now and I will miss them all.(well maybe not one person).. as well as, my Business Underwriters, who I have had the priviledge to serve and get to know for quite some time now. They are ALL truly so incredibly awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;My In-Laws&lt;/strong&gt;...They are the sweetest! Even though they live an hour and a half away and we don't see them as much as we use to now that the kids are getting older and their schedules are more hectic....we know they are just a phone call away if there was an extreme emergency.&lt;br /&gt;
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5: &lt;strong&gt;Gator Season Tickets&lt;/strong&gt;..I can't personally say this one...but I will say this on behalf of the Soulmate since he had to give them up and he has had them since he graduated since 1986. So he's not been really happy about that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the rest are little things like our Cleaners. I have had the same Cleaners since 1990 in Tampa. It's called Al Capotes. They bill us montly and they have been our cleaners forever. We know the owners personally and it's just little things like that. Little family owned business that we patron that mean alot to me. I'm sure I will have more to add to this list before the end of the week...but for now...please pray for me. Satan has been on the attack since early last Tuesday....and he hasn't quite let up yet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp; need your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Debi&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/8939484291935007284-3428714323239495781?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3428714323239495781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3428714323239495781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3428714323239495781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3428714323239495781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/05/things-that-are-going-to-be-hard-to-say.html' title='Things That Are Going To Be Hard To Say Goodbye To !'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7272526914310019763</id><published>2010-04-21T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T18:20:25.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sold A House...Bought A House....All In Two Weeks...Am I Crazy?</title><content type='html'>Yes ...you heard me right. My house sold in three days and only one full day on virtual tour! Then I flew out to Colorado over spring break with the kids just to look around at neighborhoods and get&amp;nbsp;a feel for the area and found my dream house! So we made an offer and today...we are officially under contract on our home in Colorado. And today.....I have a migraine! I'm just sayin!&lt;br /&gt;
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And really...I can't even blame it on the house stuff! I can only blame it on a 14-yr-old who can't seem to get his class work done or home work done....for some reason or another. One could presume his social calendar and or Lacrosse has somehow suddenly interferred with his school work. Uhmmm.....so I officially have a G1 phone sitting in a drawer right next to me...that I can't even get into!&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh well.....at least...it'll make a believer out of him. He won't get it back until he can prove he can handle school work and outside activities. To top this off ...this was a very busy week for me at work.....and I really didn't need the extra stress....not this week.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sorry I haven't posted....I've wanted to and tried to but couldn't in my hotel last week. But couldn't find my picture thingie to put it on here...so I will get another one so all of you Sista's can see where I am moving to! It really is breathtaking! I am surrounding by mountains....totally amazing. Hugs to you all and I will post more in the next coming days.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am happy ...kind of sad.....all over the place.....right now...if that makes any sense. You can say ...Boo and I could cry or laugh...depending which mood you catch me in. I need a girly ....therapy ....shopping day....with a friend.....someone help!&lt;br /&gt;
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hugs to you all and please pray for me....I really need it...in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7272526914310019763?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7272526914310019763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7272526914310019763&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7272526914310019763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7272526914310019763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/04/sold-housebought-houseall-in-two.html' title='Sold A House...Bought A House....All In Two Weeks...Am I Crazy?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-5600503321121267025</id><published>2010-04-08T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T13:22:07.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soul Sista Sells Her House!</title><content type='html'>OK....I'm just sayin....there is something totally scary about selling your house in just four days on the market. Actually.....I really thought my house was worth way more than what we put it up for but we had to be realistic and price it per square footage! So Yay! But now comes the weird stuff...like appraisals...and buyers potentially nickel and dimin you to death....over little things. I know they are coming....I can just feel it! Been there....done that! So please pray for me...that I don't go Sha Nay Nay on somebody! &lt;br /&gt;
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The soulmate and the peeps and I will be headed out to Denver next week during their Spring break to house hunt....school hunt....and fit in at least one day in of skiing since it's only an hour away! So I just want to ask you all to please pray for us finding an area that we will be comfortable in! I believe in prayer and know that you Sista's will not let me down!&lt;br /&gt;
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I love you all!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-5600503321121267025?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/5600503321121267025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=5600503321121267025&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5600503321121267025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5600503321121267025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/04/soul-sista-sells-her-house.html' title='Soul Sista Sells Her House!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-235487637713098719</id><published>2010-04-05T18:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T18:01:44.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Up....Wait A Minute!!!</title><content type='html'>Nothing like putting your house on the market. I am official "mean mommy" who makes my kids clean their room upon leaving the house&amp;nbsp; for the slightest thing! Because if I don't....I know they will show it while it's a mess! I was told my house would be shown on Saturday at 11! At 9:15 I heard my dog barking while I was in the bathroom....and low and behold the realtor that was showing my house....only two hours early! Can't a girl....get a little notice! Thank God I was dressed and was just doing my Texas hair!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't think it has officially sunk in that I am moving. Even though the house is keeping me neroutic and the ultimate NAG! The soulmate is leaving for Denver in the morning to meet his new staff...and next week we will be all going out for spring break....possibly to find schools and the area in which we want to live. Probably not so much looking at houses....maybe a couple that are of interest. I will tell you that I do feel sorry for the Realtor who has to help me out there! Because I need some closet space and a bathroom with a fireplace in it!&lt;br /&gt;
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There's a brokers open in my house in the morning....so say a prayer....I make it through the morning! I will have some more very important news to share tomorrow.....so just stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-235487637713098719?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/235487637713098719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=235487637713098719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/235487637713098719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/235487637713098719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/04/hold-upwait-minute.html' title='Hold Up....Wait A Minute!!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8956440734381854203</id><published>2010-03-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:47:52.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Officially.....Official!</title><content type='html'>Hey to all my Satellite Sista's! Well....it officiially official. Our family is relocating to Denver Colorado!! When is the all going down....you might ask? It's hard to say....I have NO IDEA? Mainly because I have a house to sell.....yeah....and it's just a great time to be selling a house in Florida! So....that is definitely ALL UP in the air! So please pray that would happen sooner than later.&lt;br /&gt;
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And how are you suppose to take .....asking someone...."Did you hear about my news?" And the person doesn't even look up and actually turns their back to&amp;nbsp;you and says....."Yep....I did."&lt;br /&gt;
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Uhmmmmmm. Maybe I don't have to wonder what their really thinkin! I thought she would at least offer to help me pack!&lt;br /&gt;
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Can a Sista get some "Love?" Or at least a packing party?&lt;br /&gt;
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Love to all my Satellite Sista's anywho!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8956440734381854203?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8956440734381854203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8956440734381854203&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8956440734381854203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8956440734381854203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-officiallyofficial.html' title='It&apos;s Officially.....Official!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-9206173114603015219</id><published>2010-03-18T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T21:52:08.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clowns Make My Skin Crawl...Still Today!</title><content type='html'>So here is the lowdown about Clowns......they give me the "heebie jeebies". Seriously....and here's why! &lt;br /&gt;
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Back in the day.....when my BFF...Susan and I were Seniors, there was a brand new mall that opened up called the Germantown Square Mall. It was the "grand opening" day that sent us out on this escapade. One day that I will never forget. Susan, my cousin&amp;nbsp;Sharon Kay and I headed to the new mall to go shopping. We entered the mall on the bottom floor but upon entering it....saw an elevator calling our name.. obviously. Just the three of us got onto it alone and preceeded to the second floor. &lt;br /&gt;
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No quicker than the door opened and we stepped out of the elevator......two clowns appeared out of no where and tried to shove us back in the elevator! When I say shove....I mean shoved us ....so fast that it made my head spin. Susan's reflexes kicked the first clowns "family jewels" and he doubled over immediately. The other clown caught my arm as I started to run and pulled me down to the ground. My cousin Sharon Kay was screaming and couldn't move. I got back up and we all started running down the mall while screaming! For the life of me....I think all I can remember after that was ......we left the mall. I don't even recall who picked us up....but it was not a grand&amp;nbsp;day at the new mall. It took me a long time to go back to this mall. &lt;br /&gt;
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To this day.....I despise clowns.....they are creepy! But what you won't believe.... is this! Not even five years down the road...my BFF Susan gets married...has a precious little one....and guess what she decorates her daughters room in? .....CLOWNS! I will never forget it as long as I live! I entered her daughters room and the was just..."speechless"! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-9206173114603015219?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/9206173114603015219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=9206173114603015219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/9206173114603015219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/9206173114603015219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/03/clowns-make-my-skin-crawlstill-today.html' title='Clowns Make My Skin Crawl...Still Today!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8889202850178704950</id><published>2010-03-16T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:26:50.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendships'/><title type='text'>A Friend Is A Friend....Forevah!</title><content type='html'>Today has just been one of those days! Feeling a little bit under the weather for the past two days....so I didn't officially work....but unofficially worked from home. So...I had a better part of the day just thinking about people. Friends...Family...but certain BFF's that have been in my life for a very long time. One in particular that I have has since 5th grade! Yes....I said 5th grade! Her name is Susan! From the 5th grade all the way through the 12th grade...we were best friends! She was Laverne and I was Shirley....we use to sing the song....really we did! &lt;br /&gt;
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If you have a moment...I will give you just a glimpse of our friendship! It really started in the 6th grade because in the 5th grade I was new to the school and we weren't in the same homeroom. But 6th grade&amp;nbsp;is where it&amp;nbsp;all began....and 7th grade we ended up in the same homeroom. &lt;br /&gt;
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It was the year that "Welcome Back Kotter" came on. If you can remember the show...it was about kids that acted up in a classroom...but somehow they had this teacher that seemed to get his point across ...and as bad as they hated school.....he kept them coming! This is the year that Susan and I had our first male teacher....Mr. Herring! He was the epitomy of good looks and had a great personality.....we loved him. And .....I ain't one to brag....but he called us "his girlz"! We had him hook...line and sinker. Especially Sue Sue cuz she was "Large and In Charge" with her girlz all nice and perky! Not to mention her smooth, honey, silky complexion with a smile to light up the room! I was just ok....but kind of plain jane with blue eyes....I always had the cutest clothes because my Mom made them all and no one else had anything like them! &lt;br /&gt;
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One day we disappointed him when...one of us...didn't study.....and the other one helped the other one out....just a little on a spelling test! I am not saying....who did what!!! I'm just sayin....we both were guilty as charged. He slammed the book down on our desk and we both stared at him in shame...well...I was crying by the end of his speech! I don't know if that permanently bonded us forever....but I think it did something!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast foward....through many teachers and many grades....Susan and I were inseparable! She always had the boyfriends and I always wanted A boyfriend! Susan could walk into a room and "Own" it. Her head held high....she would always say...." Debi ...just keep your head up high and walk straight ahead and don't look at anybody"! This was Her entrance ...and it always....Worked! Yes...I did learn a lot from her. &lt;br /&gt;
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I lived out in the "sticks" and she lived in the city....therefore on many weekends...I had my own special twin bed in her room! Did I mention that she loves to NAP.....20 minutes and Susan is ready to get up and start back all over again! Her mother, Margaret.....treated me like her own and always made it over to my church just to hear me sing! Never once did she miss a play...or song that I would sing! And trust me....she was of the Methodist faith and my parents were "Pentecostal" ...so this wasn't the most easiest thing to sit through! She did love our music though. She treated me like her own and I will always love and remember her with a smile! I really miss me some Margaret James....she was one of a kind!&lt;br /&gt;
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Fast forward to Senior year. Did you see the movie "Wedding Crashers" with Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson? That movie was based on our life. We would take a ride into Memphis on Saturday nights and hit every church on Poplar Avenue that had cars in the parking lot. Why you ask? Cuz we wanted to see a wedding? I am not kidding.....we did this WAY BACK IN THE DAY! &lt;br /&gt;
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I tell you all of this for one reason. From time to time....friends will agree to disagree on one thing or another....but Susan and I never really did....EVER! She would have an opinion and then convince me on her opinion and then it would be my opinion! A few years back.....I disagreed probably for the first time in my life with something that was said....and like that.....we hung up and haven't talked since.&amp;nbsp;Can we say...TIME WASTED!&lt;br /&gt;
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So much has happened during that time to her and to me.....and we've missed sharing it together. I say that because of this...Life is just too short to let something like a disagreement take root and cause bitterness between life long friends! I miss my friend terribly. I have had conversations with her in my dreams and finally came to the conclusion today that even if she didn't respond back to me....I felt something pulling me to reach back out to her! So thankfully she still had the same cell phone number and I decided to text her since I was to scared to leave her a message in fear of rejection.&lt;br /&gt;
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So....I did it! I texted her and to my surprise....she texted me back....saying that she would call me tomorrow at noon! So.....why do I say all of this to my Soul Sista's? Because....if something ever happened to either one of us.....I know we would both be literally sick with regret for letting something really stupid get in the way of a lifelong friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
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Did you ever hear the phrase....."you can count on one hand your TRUE FRIENDS....and still have one finger not sticking up". Well I know I have friends and plenty of aquaintances....but a TRUE BFF...no.....they are on one hand.....or at least in my world it is! If you would like to say AMEN....feel free....but no comments are even necessary....only if you want to....but I can't wait to talk to my friend...I just hope I can keep it together! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8889202850178704950?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8889202850178704950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8889202850178704950&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8889202850178704950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8889202850178704950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/03/friend-is-friendforevah.html' title='A Friend Is A Friend....Forevah!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7899831161025898999</id><published>2010-03-15T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:31:30.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For Tanning Spray!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spring has officially Sprung....it feels like. So it's officially time for a self tanning product that doesn't streak! I will be taking a poll of which product you use for tanning! Please don't say a tanning bed...cuz I stopped doing that a long time ago! You can't tell me that they get all of the DNA stuff off of that tanning bed.....just the thought of it creeps me out! With a quick squirt and a swipe.....especially if a teen is doing the cleaning. So that is not an option!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have used a really good one in the past...but now I don't have my hook-up to Arbonne anymore. The Arbonne spray was a really good one but it cost about $18 a bottle that you can go through very quickly. But it was great because in didn't streak! Right now I am using a neutrogena misting spray...but if you miss a spot it looks really really bad! So please leave a comment! &lt;br /&gt;
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Hope all you Sista's have a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7899831161025898999?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7899831161025898999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7899831161025898999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7899831161025898999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7899831161025898999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-for-tanning-spray.html' title='Time For Tanning Spray!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-852888753439356998</id><published>2010-03-10T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:04:14.925-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Said No Tattoo!</title><content type='html'>So get this! My 14 yr-old son, aka...Big Boo, came home from school on Monday afternoon with all smiles on as usual!&amp;nbsp;As a&amp;nbsp;Mom of two....if one out of two come home in a good mood...things are&amp;nbsp;REALLY GOOD! So ....the Boo wasn't home long when I noticed something&amp;nbsp;was&amp;nbsp;coming out from beneath his shirt and I asked "&amp;nbsp;Just what is that?" He pulled up the sleeve of his shirt and this is what I found?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OK?....I said ...when did you have time to do that at school...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isn't FCAT this week? "Yeah", but I got through early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and got bored! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As a Mama I can take this two ways....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#1...Isn't that sweet that he loves me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;so much that he tatoo'd Mom on his arm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;#2....I know my son well enough to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;when he thinks he's done with something..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that really means he didn't finish what&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;he started!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So what could I say really? It made me laugh! The ironic thing is that Boo and I are a lot alike and we can talk just about anything. I don't want either one of my kids one day to say well, "Mom didn't have a talk with us about that or anything". I don't want those words to every come out of their mouth! So....when the opportunity presents itself.....(which lately...seems quite a bit!) I certainly take advantage of the opportunity to talk about every thing from drugs to tobacco...drinking and driving ...teenage things..... and a little of the birds and bee's as well! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Funny thing is that we just talked about tattoo's just a few weeks ago! I&amp;nbsp;explained to&amp;nbsp;him how permanent they are....and when he get's married&amp;nbsp;some day.....it really wouldn't look good if he decides to get something rolling down his arm or neck. Of course...he whole-heartedly agreed.."I would never do that". And one week rolls by and he comes home with this.( really it's just a marker from school.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What bothers me.....is this? I didn't even know my son's muscles had gotten that big! I know he works out and plays Lacrosse until he can't play anymore...but geez...this is a BIG Muscle for a 14-yr-old 8th grader!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It has really got me thinking....he's looking more and more like an adult! I am here to tell you&amp;nbsp; ....I don't know if I am ready for all of this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In my humble opinion..and ya'll know I have one....it is THE &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;worst group of singers that have ever come out of American Idol.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm just sayin!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1- The look on Simon's face when the camera pans on to his face unexpectedly from a shot from the side as the contestants sing.....well...let's just say it's&amp;nbsp;"priceless". There is one thing about Simon that I know to be true....his face cannot lie...it say's it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2- Paula Is Gone...Gone...and Gone! And let's just be REAL.....it's not the same. Good or Bad....Paula had a way of bridging things together.....when things started falling apart for the contestants. You gotta love her for that! Idol producers made a HUGE mistake not giving her a few extra pennies to come back. Bad Move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3- I will be the first one to say....I love Ellen! I think she's funny ....she has a great show ....but....she adds nothing....absolutely nothing to the show. She is not in the music business....she's a comedian...that's not what Idol is all about! It's about industry professionals giving&amp;nbsp;the contestants constructive criticism so they can hone their skills for the upcoming week! Sorry Ellen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4- They picked too many girls with the same type of sound! There are at least four girls on the show who have that folksy artsy sound! I guess when they went from city to city...they had the same thing in mind apparently. I guess&amp;nbsp;at least they&amp;nbsp;were consistant at something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5- The buzz is that it's time for a girl to win. Yeah...maybe, but this is the deal....America is voting....and most of them are "tweeners" who are not voting for the girls. They are voting for boys like Tim Urban who is "Zac Efron look alike"&amp;nbsp;but can't even stay on key....at all! Poor thing was a little train wreck the other night! You know if Paula was still there... she would have taken care of that! Ryan Seacrest has had to take up where Paula left off in that department.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The only comment that Ellen makes for the guys is "your just adorable ....I really like you!" And then she refers to a banana? So there you have it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Uhmmm..let's see who can bring it tonight!&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace to you Sista's~&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8244065544941997265?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8244065544941997265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8244065544941997265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8244065544941997265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8244065544941997265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/03/come-on-girlzdo-something.html' title='Come On Girlz....Do Something!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3977792585746967236</id><published>2010-02-24T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T17:07:09.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold On American Idol Girlz...the Boyz Are In House!!</title><content type='html'>Hey to you Sista's.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to tell you that I was very disappointed with the American Idol girls last night. All week they have had promo's saying that the girls are awesome and they are this and that! There were only maybe two that I liked last night! All the slow songs were so boring, low key with no spunk. I'm sorry but all this folksy artsy stuff is really boring to me. The song selections were horrible. I have to say I pray tonight is better! I am so glad is Ellen is on the show. SO HOLD ON here we go!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3977792585746967236?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3977792585746967236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3977792585746967236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3977792585746967236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3977792585746967236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-on-american-idol-girlzthe-boyz-are.html' title='Hold On American Idol Girlz...the Boyz Are In House!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8389841335542051544</id><published>2010-02-23T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:56:24.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics Are Wearing Me Out?</title><content type='html'>I begin my days at work by checking the internet for headline news....yes I confess to be a "news hound"! I have been fascinated with stories all my life. As a child I wanted to be Mary Tyler Moore and work in the newsroom...thus my degree in Broadcasting. In order to do that I would have to be able to keep a straight face...which for me .....well ...let's just say nearly impossible. One look and that's it. If my eyes meet someone elses and it's that look....like..I lose it!&lt;br /&gt;
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So this morning was no different than other morning...iI checked out the news headlines for the day, except their was a byline that read...."Skater to take ice tonight after Mother dying". First of all...my heart dropped a notch....and then I clicked on the story.&amp;nbsp;The skater&amp;nbsp;mother &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;flew into Vancouver to watch her for the Olympics and suffered a massive heart attack. Click here for story &lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/sports/other_sports/olympics/articles/2010/02/22/skaters_mother_dies_of_heart_attack_at_games/"&gt;http://www.boston.com/sports/other_sports/olympics/articles/2010/02/22/skaters_mother_dies_of_heart_attack_at_games/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Can you just imagine? I'm sorry but if that news came to me...I don't think I could get on the ice! She must&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know what it is about the Olympics that's so nerve racking. When I watch it...I am just so tense! Seriously...it wears me out. I feel like I need to get my Beyonce off of the couch and do something. They always make everything look so easy too....have you ever noticed that? Especially the ice skaters...which is my favorite thing to watch. What makes these snowboarders keep getting back up after getting whacked in the head by their boards? It's just amazing to me.....to see how it all comes together. &lt;br /&gt;
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And&amp;nbsp; let just keep it real....I don't care whoever wins....when they get to stand up on the little tiered boxes to receive their medals....I don't care if it's Americans or Canadians....I get a little teary-eyed when they play their anthems. They always pan in on their face and their singing the words...closing their eyes....and taking deep breaths. Kinda like being in a dream or fairytale I'm sure. It's also amazing to me how it all comes down&lt;br /&gt;
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are on that day of competition. That my friend is what separates the atheletes from the "wannabe's!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just some of my thoughts.....what are yours? Your favorite winter sport is what?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8389841335542051544?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8389841335542051544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8389841335542051544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8389841335542051544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8389841335542051544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-begin-my-days-at-work-by-checking.html' title='Olympics Are Wearing Me Out?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-9042560982980502121</id><published>2010-02-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:40:01.358-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Is Cuddling Not So Cute?</title><content type='html'>OK.....I thought I was coming to terms with being the mother of a teen.....but Sista's ....dear Sista's. I am here to tell you that I am not ready. I know...I know...you may have spoke to me on the phone and I tell funny stories about my "Big Boo" .....but I don't know if I am finding some things so funny. Now for all of you that don't know my history......My Boo is 14 years old and in the 8th grade and currently 5"10 and weighs about 145. I mean a lean mean adorable kid who seems to be quite the charmer. ( As if I didn't know that one already!)&lt;br /&gt;
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It seems that now days...the boys don't have to pursue the girls because the girls don'tgive them a chance....they do it first! Now let me start from the "Get Go"! Way......Way......back in the day...I was never allowed to call a boy....or show up&amp;nbsp;at his house even&amp;nbsp;by appointment....let alone randomly. Today the girls are apparently really comfortable with themselves...in fact so comfortable that they automatically walkin and go to his room....which is a "No No" in my house. Here lies the trouble. Sometimes these girls may like him but he thinks differently of them....or so he says. He is usually very honest about what he feels or doesn't feel!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here lately....God has&amp;nbsp;been providing those little&amp;nbsp;"moments" (if you know what I mean)....that I can share a little light on how it&amp;nbsp;a nice girl should really behave.&amp;nbsp;Sometimes I get a blank stare&amp;nbsp;......sometimes he shakes his head&amp;nbsp;from side to side.....and sometimes he just laughs out loud! Uhmmmm....I don't know how to take that one. I don't know if he's laughing WITH me or AT me!&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are a mom with a daughter...I need to hear from you&amp;nbsp;....Seriously! Would you let your daughter do the following: Do you have a policy.....or is it just me being too strict!&lt;br /&gt;
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1- Do you let your daughter go into a boys room when she&amp;nbsp;says she is going over to "Hang Out"?&lt;br /&gt;
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3- Do you allow her freely wander the neighborhood without knowing who she is going with?&lt;br /&gt;
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These are just a few "Need to Know" things that I would like to hear about! Any takers...&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Peace to you Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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The highlight of the trip for me was seeing the Broadway Musical " Wicked"! It was absolutely phenominal! I wanted to jump up on the stage and sing the very last song...because that's the only one I know the words to unfortunately!We were about nine rows from the front of the stage to the left and it was ssooooo awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nicole's favorite was the musical too....but it ran a very close race with this store! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3142948409326380452?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3142948409326380452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3142948409326380452&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3142948409326380452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3142948409326380452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-like-new-yorknew-york.html' title='Nothing Like.. New York..New York!!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/S2tKVW7CQUI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VRBE1PBi_oU/s72-c/IMG_0425.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7344687984022607828</id><published>2010-01-26T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T19:01:58.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FCAT  Is On My Last N E R V E!!</title><content type='html'>I have to apologize right off the bat if you are a teacher that is reading this post. I do not hold what I am about to say against you in any way.....but this FCAT has taken over my child's life. Everything she is being &lt;br /&gt;
taught has been geared toward this test.....if I wouldn't know better I would think that the teacher's are getting a bonus for their classroom's performance. You have to do this....you have to score that...you need to work on this.....you need to above the line in this....this is stinkin 4th grade....not Princeton. If this is what a blue ribbon school is all about.....I am appalled. &lt;br /&gt;
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Just once...do I wish that I would get a positive kudos from my daughter's teacher. Instead....I'm getting negative comments and pompous attitude about whatever is going on. Who mandated this FCAT and why are they pushing these kids to do in my opinion 6th grade work in the 4th grade?&lt;br /&gt;
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What am I ready to do you might ask? Go back to my daughter's former Christian school and climb in &lt;br /&gt;
my box and see her be happy again. She is so stressed out with all these test and unrealistic expectations it's changing her personality.&lt;br /&gt;
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Does anyone else feel this way or I am just overeacting?&lt;br /&gt;
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Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7344687984022607828?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7344687984022607828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7344687984022607828&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7344687984022607828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7344687984022607828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/01/can-i-just-sayfcat-is-on-my-last-n-e-r.html' title='FCAT  Is On My Last N E R V E!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4024649432656444825</id><published>2010-01-19T18:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:41:49.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Birthday Party...Horse Show....and WinterJam...Now Why Am I Tired?</title><content type='html'>OK....I have so much to blog about I don't really know where to even start.....Let's see, Big Boo's 14th Birthday Party....Wow...what can I say. I told him he could invite 20-25 people, but I made the mistake of telling him only half usually shows up. So what did he do ...you might ask? He invited about 45 people and ALL of them showed up. Well...the last head count I took... it was 42! And NO my house isn't that big...thank the Lord we have a large patio and pool area....it saved me. Oh ....and there wasn't a shortage of food....because 13 &amp;amp; 14 year old girls....do not eat in front of boys. Or should I say at least in the beginning. &lt;br /&gt;
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Of course right before their parents came calling to pick them up....they asked me to warm up some left over PIZZA....can you believe that? I said ....Honey...we have put it all up....have a piece of cake and some tostito's! And.....they did!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then...at 6:30 a.m....the next morning...it was Lil Bon's Horse Show...O yes it was! And she was stylin because this one we had to wear the white blouse and riding jacket....all prim and proper like! She was so adorable. I will post a picture maybe tomorrow when I have a chance to download some off my camera!&lt;br /&gt;
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Then might I tell you that we had Winterjam after her horse show later that afternoon. That mean's "your SoulSista" had to work. O yes I did. It was a great time seeing all the big Christian artist under one roof. But it left the Soulsista quite tired...so tired that I didn't make it to church on Sunday. SO I watch the service on podcast....isn't that just the coolest. You don't have to miss church..... if you really miss church.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who came up with that one....it's still not the same as being in a service. I feel so much better when I go to church. There's just something about live music that brings you closer to the Lord. That's all I'm sayin!! And might I add I needed a double dose of Jesus after a crazy busy week. &lt;br /&gt;
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Look forward to posting new pics tomorrow....cuz you know between the birthday bash and horse show ...I do have some cute ones pics to post. I did get a picture of Big Boo and his little girlfriend who could be a supermodel she is so cute. Would you like to guess if she is a Brunette or Blonde?&lt;br /&gt;
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Chow for Now!&lt;br /&gt;
Debi&lt;br /&gt;
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I&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4024649432656444825?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4024649432656444825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4024649432656444825&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4024649432656444825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4024649432656444825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/01/birthday-partyhorse-showand.html' title='A Birthday Party...Horse Show....and WinterJam...Now Why Am I Tired?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4883459689666419806</id><published>2010-01-12T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T19:41:04.198-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't Everyone Just Play Nice!</title><content type='html'>Well Sista's....the cold air has locked up my hands....shame on me for not posting...but there was a "SITUATION" in the DeLoney home last week.....that well...let's just say took up quite a bit of my time in the evening after working everyday. And here's the Reader's Digest Version:&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone stole my "Boo's" new $500 BMX Bike in our neighborhood and then lied and made up a story about someone else doing it...."Casper the Thug" I guess, but then told my son...that he "thought" he could get it back for $50. Boo freaked out (without telling his parents) and gave him his Christmas money that was sent to him by his grandparents. Long story short....I could have prosecuted these two boys but chose not to.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why...you might say? Well......I am still asking myself that question! Why can't everyone&amp;nbsp;just play nice. My flesh wanted to do a whole more...and let's be real here.....SAY A WHOLE LOT MORE! Instead....I asked the boy to tell me the truth and he swore that he didn't do it. So....I took him for his word .....even though his story fell apart more and more by the minute. I told him that if he even admitted to doing it...I would not report it, but still...he wasn't believing me when I told him that I would "forgive" him for it. His Mother knew the truth too.....she was thanking me profusely after we talked. &lt;br /&gt;
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A mother knows when a child is not being truthful.....we all have the gift in some way or another of having that gut feeling when something is just not "quite right". You know the feeling. The unsettledness of something that was said or mentioned that just doesn't quite even add up. I would love to think that this young man learned his lesson, but I'm afraid that he actually started believing his own lies. Satan has that effect on people doesnt' he. He will tell you lies....grip you with fear....and steal your confidence in yourself and others if you choose to let him.&lt;br /&gt;
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I had to forgive him and choose to let this go this week to give myself some peace. I can tell you this.... I did let&amp;nbsp;this young man know that I&amp;nbsp;know the truth .....and what goes around comes around. And the next time he steals someone else's bike....he may&amp;nbsp;not be so lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
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Has anything like this happened to you......if so...I would love for you to share your story with me. By the way...the police would not investigate it ONLY unless I agreed to prosecute. I didn't want any mother to have to hear their 15 yr old son is in jail for&amp;nbsp;stealing a bike. What are your thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a great Wednesday!&lt;br /&gt;
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4883459689666419806?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4883459689666419806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4883459689666419806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4883459689666419806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4883459689666419806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/01/why-cant-everyone-just-play-nice.html' title='Why Can&apos;t Everyone Just Play Nice!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7680925485585117998</id><published>2010-01-05T19:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T19:07:26.204-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday Is So Much Better Than The Monday Meltdown!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Did your kids start back to school yesterday? Well...mine did and I am here to &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cold to go to school. Imagine that.....I don't think that excuse &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;would fly if I called it in! Especially since this is really the first &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whole week of cold weather that we've had this year and it's &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;January! I'm lovin this weather! I've worn boots to work&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;two days in a row.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So....today was really my Monday and I started to walk and run. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes you heard me right ....walk and run. I start out walking...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;then I run a little. I began this form of exercise because I really&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't ever see anybody that's running .......with a weight &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;problem. Hence thereforth....running must work.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So...I am starting out by doing this only for 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a day......and commit to doing it everyday....that way&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can make sure to at least to get that much exercise &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a day. Hopefully I can work myself up to an hour by the&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;end of the month. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll keep you posted on how that's going. Hopefully it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will work and I can drop some lbs before March. I &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;don't have anything planned for March....but if I get&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thinner....I just might!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be Blessed!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DEBI&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7680925485585117998?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7680925485585117998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7680925485585117998&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7680925485585117998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7680925485585117998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/01/tuesday-is-so-much-better-than-monday.html' title='Tuesday Is So Much Better Than The Monday Meltdown!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4554195634668481092</id><published>2010-01-02T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:11:04.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I The Only Person Who Is Not Wearing Uggs?</title><content type='html'>OK....I thought that Uggs were for the teens and twenty-somethings! Apparently ...I am the only person who doesn't own a pair. After walking the mall with my BFF Tracy today.....everyone we saw walking down the mall had a pair of Uggs on! I am not kidding. In fact we ran into a couple of Tracy's friends....who were in their Early 40's.....that were sportin them quite nicely. I must say they were standing next to their teenage daughters at the same time. Now let's take a look......there are some Uggs that make your feet look like you're a COW....I don't care if your a size 6....you can look really frumpy with these kind.... &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously..........&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Can anyone's feet look somewhat feminine in these? &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But amazingly enough....I did find a pair that I really like!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/S0AU4vak3wI/AAAAAAAAATs/9TP_EPEgx3A/s1600-h/A00100151.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/S0AU4vak3wI/AAAAAAAAATs/9TP_EPEgx3A/s320/A00100151.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are called the Classic Tall "Swell" Uggs....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/S0AWo_U3uGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/mH2j_LKEOak/s1600-h/6627-644539-d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/S0AWo_U3uGI/AAAAAAAAAT8/mH2j_LKEOak/s320/6627-644539-d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Now these are more narrow...not so clunky looking and I would&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;love a pair if someone want to send me a late Christmas present. Size 9 1/2&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;will do nicely! I really do need these for my New York trip coming up with &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lil Bon...these will definitely keep my nice and cozy. I'd prefer them in Chocolate &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;or Olive ....just in case the "Soulmate" is checkin in on me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So am I the only one not sportin this thang's or what? If you have a pair I would love to know what&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;you think about them ....and if you like the one's I chose.....or should I just nix it altogether . Share your &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thoughts with me please!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4554195634668481092?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4554195634668481092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4554195634668481092&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4554195634668481092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4554195634668481092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2010/01/am-i-only-person-who-is-not-wearing.html' title='Am I The Only Person Who Is Not Wearing Uggs?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/S0AU4vak3wI/AAAAAAAAATs/9TP_EPEgx3A/s72-c/A00100151.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3441039036663148112</id><published>2009-12-30T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:16:52.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You!</title><content type='html'>Today has been a very sad day for me. One year ago today my sister, Angela, was found dead in her home in Memphis Tennessee. I can't believe she's been gone for one whole year already. I was busy taking down the Christmas tree when I got the call from my brother in law that the ambulance had been called to her house. This was and to this day so unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; I miss you Angela....I will see you again some day!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Szv6vpnaPMI/AAAAAAAAATk/oYHWlEk3Zvo/s1600-h/DSC01329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Szv6vpnaPMI/AAAAAAAAATk/oYHWlEk3Zvo/s320/DSC01329.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love and miss you!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3441039036663148112?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3441039036663148112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3441039036663148112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3441039036663148112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3441039036663148112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Szv6vpnaPMI/AAAAAAAAATk/oYHWlEk3Zvo/s72-c/DSC01329.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-2390459496982861165</id><published>2009-12-26T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:34:06.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Does School Start Back?</title><content type='html'>Ok....I'm thinkin school should be starting back up right about now. As bad as I don't like homework...trying to please everyone is just a little too much for me at this point and time. I need a girlz night or weekend....like ....immediately. Can I get an AMEN? Lil Bon is bored at the drop of a penny and if her friends are not at home...she get's angry....and the Big Boo...has friends and more friends that are over everyday and I am the official "Taxi" of the neighborhood apparently.&amp;nbsp; I not only "take" but also "pickup" ...does that sound fair....I think not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have asked Lil Bon to pick up her clothes from Christmas .."O Let's see a dozen or so times" and have they been picked up? Not......nada one. And if I have to pick up one more band-aid wrapper....I am going to go crazy. She is obsessed with band-aids......she thinks the floor is the trash....so tonight hopefully I cured her of this.&amp;nbsp; You might ask....what did I do to possibly cure her of this problem? I picked up every wrapper I could find and went and put them right next to her plate as she was eating and nicely gave them to her. I think seeing ALL of them together kind of overwhelmed her.....she looked at me with disbelief like I took her food away from her or something. I came back and it was all gone....so I think she got the message. I am looking forward to going to the movies tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;
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O Yes I am!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-2390459496982861165?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/2390459496982861165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=2390459496982861165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2390459496982861165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2390459496982861165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/when-does-school-start-back.html' title='When Does School Start Back?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4918072989523512527</id><published>2009-12-17T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:40:45.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok...So My Snowman Cookie Has A Toupe!</title><content type='html'>Yes ...My Sista's I really thought I had outdone myself making cookies for Boo's school tomorrow....that's until I got to the snowman and had no black icing. Well....I had a little bit of brownie fudge icing so I was trying to cheat a little with a toothpick and when I got through....this is what he looked like!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SyrqEqZ1IAI/AAAAAAAAATM/9dnCqFA0PnY/s1600-h/snowman+cookie.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SyrqEqZ1IAI/AAAAAAAAATM/9dnCqFA0PnY/s320/snowman+cookie.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ok ...so he's been on the other side of the track with &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this toupe...he looks like he's Italian fo sho!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So I wanted to thank my Bloggin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sista...Cuz you know I give credit where&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;credit is due......Shawn over at Seriously &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;lent me her BIG Cookie cutters....and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my mitten turned out a lot better!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Syrqo5qOLvI/AAAAAAAAATU/0m7pHQ8qOm4/s1600-h/040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Syrqo5qOLvI/AAAAAAAAATU/0m7pHQ8qOm4/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's a little blurry but whatevah!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Here is a cute picture of all four!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Syrq1kSiUfI/AAAAAAAAATc/S02MgEPvnU0/s1600-h/038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Syrq1kSiUfI/AAAAAAAAATc/S02MgEPvnU0/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;In my personal opinion...my Santa Hat came&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;out the best!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So ...here's to my Sista....Lisa....who is the Cake Miss..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(in an Italian accent)......you toucha my cookies...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I breaka ya face! &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sista's I DO NOT BAKE....It scares me! But these&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;were so fun! I followed the royal icing recipe on line&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and it made the cookie icing dry hard and everything.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody get the Cake Boss....on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs to you all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4918072989523512527?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4918072989523512527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4918072989523512527&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4918072989523512527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4918072989523512527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/okso-my-snowman-cookie-has-toupe.html' title='Ok...So My Snowman Cookie Has A Toupe!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SyrqEqZ1IAI/AAAAAAAAATM/9dnCqFA0PnY/s72-c/snowman+cookie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1323649221161470563</id><published>2009-12-15T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:51:28.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Send Me A Card?</title><content type='html'>Can I just tell you how much I love Christmas Cards! So far I only have eight....some somebody somewhere is slackin! I already have a favorite....well.....there's two in the running. One of them is a blogger....and...the other one use to blog but doesn't anymore. I don't know what it is about pretty paper...but I love it. You would think that I'm a scrapbooker....but I'm not....but I do love me some good paper! &lt;br /&gt;
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One of my friend's name is Torry Greene. She is the creator/entreprenuer of Graceful Correspondence! A custom paper company that I love to frequent ....too much really! She designs the coolest stuff. I am just waiting for her to learn how to do blog templates....she is so talented...I know she could do it! But then I wouldn't have all my cool stationary. &lt;br /&gt;
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So if your reading this and you haven't sent me a Christmas card....pony it up my friend! Here is my address so there are NO excuses! Christmas Count Down has begun!&lt;br /&gt;
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Remember....Jesus is the reason for the Season!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1323649221161470563?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1323649221161470563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1323649221161470563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1323649221161470563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1323649221161470563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/did-you-send-me-card.html' title='Did You Send Me A Card?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1898327615253139939</id><published>2009-12-10T20:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:20:28.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1898327615253139939?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1898327615253139939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1898327615253139939&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1898327615253139939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1898327615253139939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4274730389287161399</id><published>2009-12-10T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T20:30:22.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snuggie or a Cuddler....It's Not Really A Toss Up...Is It?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SyHHir62XHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KAanK8At70U/s1600-h/snuggie.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SyHHir62XHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KAanK8At70U/s200/snuggie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I must say Happy Birthday to the SoulMate! Not that he reads my blog. He thinks that Facebook is for kids and still doesn't know why I like it! Not to mention the fact that there was a report on Bloggers tonight getting fired from there jobs from posting inappropriate pictures on their sites. There's one thing I try to keep in mind while posting. Act and talk like Jesus is sitting right next to you....would you say it.....would you post it? Let me be clear....I need Jesus everyday to keep me off a path I could very easily go down. And the days you don't hear from me......are generally the days I have&amp;nbsp;gone&amp;nbsp;down that path!&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes ..you know the day......when Satan is sittin on your shoulder sayin this and tellin you that!!! OH yes...&lt;br /&gt;
he makes him self known. I think he has messengers sent down.....just to mess with ya!Some might say he presents himself as the "anonymous blogger".....CAN I GET AN AMEN up in HERE!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's been a crazy but sick week....but the Hamster has finally left the trunk of my car and is well on it's way to&lt;br /&gt;
Stacy! I will have to tell you honestly that this is the first year that my Christmas shopping is not done. This is somewhat unsettling since I have to mail things to Memphis this week or they will not make in time for Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;
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The soulmate and I are shopping tomorrow night while Little Bon is at church making gifts at the church boutique for family and friends. (This was a really great concept!) It was only $12 for the workshop and she gets to make four gifts and wrap them and bring them home. Not to mention ....that it is also cheaper than a sitter for the night!Three hours will go by fast...so trust me...I will have a handy dandy list so we can make the most of our time.&lt;br /&gt;
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Little Bon and I headed to Steinmart to buy the soulmate some presents for&amp;nbsp;his birthday today when she stumbled upon something that I thought was very interesting.&amp;nbsp;Unless have been living under a rock...everyone I know has heard about the "Snuggie" blanket....right? Well....leave it to Little Bon to discover that someone has&amp;nbsp;allegedly "stolen" their&amp;nbsp;idea and have come up with the same thing but low and behold named the "Cuddler"!"&lt;br /&gt;
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This really bothered her for some reason! She said, "Mama, did those people steal away the idea from the Snuggie Man?" I said...well apparently so...since we've heard of the "Snuggie" and not the "Cuddler". She said, " Mama, what do you do when someone steals your idea?" I said...."well as we are sitting here talking about it...I'm sure some where in some courthouse.....a judge is going to have to make that decision on whether or not "Mr. Cuddler" owes "Mr.Snuggie" some money! She said...."that's not fair is it!" &lt;br /&gt;
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I said , "no baby"...it isn't. She said, "I wouldn't want anyone to do that to me....would you?" No baby...I wouldn't! So we've decided...this year ....we wont be buying a "Cuddler".....we will be buying a "Snuggie"...&lt;br /&gt;
in the Cheetah print of course!&lt;br /&gt;
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What do you think? Snuggie or Cuddler? Is it fair? As I sat here at wrote this tonight....I couldn't help but start laughing. You see I have this crazy bloggin friend name Shawn....and today when I went to her post to catch up I saw this dots comin down on my computer...at first I thought I had a virus or something...but then I noticed that it looked liked it was snowing. Bing Batta Bing.....it was snowing....so I have to tell you that I saw this and thought my reindeer on my template would love to play in the snow....so SISTA"S ...you KNOW I give credit where credit is DUE.....SHOUT OUT TO ...Shawn over at SERIOUSLY....for being the SNOW QUEEN of BLOGGIN! O YES she is! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4274730389287161399?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4274730389287161399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4274730389287161399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4274730389287161399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4274730389287161399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/snuggie-or-cuddlerits-not-really-toss.html' title='A Snuggie or a Cuddler....It&apos;s Not Really A Toss Up...Is It?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SyHHir62XHI/AAAAAAAAAS0/KAanK8At70U/s72-c/snuggie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6664098647036396324</id><published>2009-12-09T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T10:45:06.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winner Is......Stacey!</title><content type='html'>The winner of the Zsh Zsh Pet is Stacey over at Bloggin Like It Is!Just email me your address and it will be on it's way just in time for Santa to deliver! I&amp;nbsp;just had to let you know....I usually don't post this early in the day but...it's&amp;nbsp;been a few days since I've posted!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;
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Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6664098647036396324?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6664098647036396324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6664098647036396324&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6664098647036396324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6664098647036396324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/winner-isstacey.html' title='The Winner Is......Stacey!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4430401382653087285</id><published>2009-12-06T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:51:45.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Chance to Enter Zhu Zhu Pet Giveaway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You could have this in your Mailbox by Friday!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just enter to win!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Become a follower and post about it....and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;your could be the lucky winner!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Last Chance to enter is Tuesday, December 8th! &lt;strong&gt;I will be picking the winner on Wednesday, December 8th!&lt;/strong&gt;I want to make sure the winner gets this baby in time for Christmas! Thank you to all who have entered so far! Yes I could sell it on Ebay for $40 but I wanted someone to have it that really really wanted it for their kid who couldn't find it! So....good luck to all who entered and I have increaded my followers by 7 people....so yay! I look forward to hearing from a few more people....but you seven that entered have a really great chance to win.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have a blessed week!&lt;br /&gt;
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Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4430401382653087285?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4430401382653087285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4430401382653087285&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4430401382653087285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4430401382653087285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-chance-to-enter-zhu-zhu-pet.html' title='Last Chance to Enter Zhu Zhu Pet Giveaway!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxxtRr8UQbI/AAAAAAAAASs/4dHyBcwnP-E/s72-c/724279737_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6263889516225199878</id><published>2009-12-05T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T10:00:36.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tide May Roll....But Beware..... of Gators In The Swamp!</title><content type='html'>Yes today is the official day of Gators and Bama playing for bragging rights to go the SEC National Championship. You would have to know me to understand....I love the Gators but most football snores me. But I have to share with you a funny story about my cute nephew Jonah...one of the twins of my sister, Jen. My Brotha in law is a Die Hard Bama Boy....who tends to tease me when possible, Christian love of course.&amp;nbsp;Only today...I have to tell you that I will be teasing him today because I can tell everyone what his son is saying!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This is my adorable nephew Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I told him that Tim Tebow is a&amp;nbsp;really good&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And.....then My Brother-inlaw, Todd,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;preceeded to tell him that he was&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;confused and didn't understand!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hee Hee! Todd's face was....well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;priceless. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sure hope the Gators make me proud today!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;GO GATORS!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Debi&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6263889516225199878?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6263889516225199878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6263889516225199878&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6263889516225199878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6263889516225199878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/tide-may-rollbut-beware-of-gators-in.html' title='Tide May Roll....But Beware..... of Gators In The Swamp!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sxqejp0AjYI/AAAAAAAAASk/O4RQcnqbDTk/s72-c/061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-9202519113420373386</id><published>2009-12-02T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:43:09.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently Hamsters Are In! Want To Win One...Find Out How?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you recognize this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxczfheYuuI/AAAAAAAAASc/UVa_RB2V_BQ/s1600-h/724279737_160.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxczfheYuuI/AAAAAAAAASc/UVa_RB2V_BQ/s320/724279737_160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apparently I live on another planet! Or so I'm told by A CVS employee who spilled the beans&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;to me earlier today when I stopped in the store for a card. Well my friends.....I have hit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the jackpot on these things. So I will be giving one away within the next two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Yes....I have been looking for some followers.....just because I like to amuse&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;myself and think someone want's to laugh at the same things that I do. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So Here's How it Going to Go Down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Post my site on your page and send me a comment letting me know and &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;become a follower and let me know that as well, and I will figure out from my friend Shawn over at &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Seriously how to pick the winner. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Tell me which one you want and why...it's just&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that simple! O and could someone please scroll down and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;figure out how I can have my name in the Signature that I&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;can't ever seem to get out of the Box....Lord help me. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That could enter your name twice. Or just make me a&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;pretty signature and send it over to &lt;a href="mailto:SoulSista16@gmail.com"&gt;SoulSista16@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Good Luck Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-9202519113420373386?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/9202519113420373386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=9202519113420373386&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/9202519113420373386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/9202519113420373386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/apparently-hamsters-are-in-want-to-win.html' title='Apparently Hamsters Are In! Want To Win One...Find Out How?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxczfheYuuI/AAAAAAAAASc/UVa_RB2V_BQ/s72-c/724279737_160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1984567722902066217</id><published>2009-12-01T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T19:13:04.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Made His Mama Proud!</title><content type='html'>Hey to you Sista's....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A couple of day prior to the holidays....my Big Boo Lacrosse "playa" won 1st Place in his Lacrosse Championship Games for the Tampa Bay Fire Elite Travel Team. I must admit I was quite proud! So proud that I will share some awesome pics of Big Boo and his team. I am not proud because they won...I was proud of the way they played the game and won! Here is my favorite picture!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXXhtdjq8I/AAAAAAAAARs/mD-60BNR8gs/s1600-h/Austin+DeLoney.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXXhtdjq8I/AAAAAAAAARs/mD-60BNR8gs/s320/Austin+DeLoney.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and this next one I like because&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;his number is 1 and he's holding&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;his finger up that his team is #1!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;How cool is that!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXYBYwFZZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HeGf-1QvRSs/s1600-h/Austin+%26Tampa+Fire+No+%231+Pic.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXYBYwFZZI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HeGf-1QvRSs/s320/Austin+%26Tampa+Fire+No+%231+Pic.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the prize picture of Big Boo and&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;his Championship trophy!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXYWWoTa7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/qvQDl8ubh0g/s1600-h/Austin+%26+Trophy.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXYWWoTa7I/AAAAAAAAAR8/qvQDl8ubh0g/s320/Austin+%26+Trophy.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have never been able to go to both&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;days of his Lacrosse tournaments....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;this was the first time. Boo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;said I was his lucky charm!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O YES I AM!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1984567722902066217?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1984567722902066217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1984567722902066217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1984567722902066217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1984567722902066217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-made-his-mama-proud.html' title='He Made His Mama Proud!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxXXhtdjq8I/AAAAAAAAARs/mD-60BNR8gs/s72-c/Austin+DeLoney.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8595883781136500508</id><published>2009-11-30T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T17:47:42.994-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rockin Rockettes from Memphis and Tampa!</title><content type='html'>Hey Sista's,&lt;br /&gt;
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If you are able to get a ticket to the Radio City Christmas Show with the New York City Rockettes.....GO Sista's GO! We were blessed to get tickets from my niece Erika's friend, Will.....for the amazing Christmas Show while we visiting Memphis. Thank you very much Will, but I doubt you have time to check us out on the blogging world. I will however tell you that my niece Erika could be a Rockette if she so desired and here's why!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxRxqsvE27I/AAAAAAAAARA/P5X42q_e-c0/s1600/082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxRxqsvE27I/AAAAAAAAARA/P5X42q_e-c0/s320/082.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Just look at these Girls...they are kickin it&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;just outside the Fed Ex Forum.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Somebody get Casting on the phone!&lt;br /&gt;
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As the Gators saw Tim Tebow play his last game on Florida Field...we were winding up to go to our show downtown Memphis.....on "Billy Street" as Lil Bon called it. Of course...we laughed at that one...because everyone know that it's really Beale Street ....right!&lt;br /&gt;
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I must admit that I did provide a little bit of entertainment on the way out of the show. There's just something&lt;br /&gt;
about wearing boots and seeing a long stretch of glassy floors when leaving the Rockette's show.....that well.....frankly just makes a girl ....shall I say "tap dance"! As I caught the eye of a "Sista...Security Guard" she saw how much fun I was having and joined me in a "High Kick Line"....fo real! That's was not caught on camera but here is another cute picture of Lil Bon...holding her "Rockette Barbie" that Aunt Lisa bought her.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxRzGFwaSDI/AAAAAAAAARI/vTKLzWuTgdc/s1600/076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxRzGFwaSDI/AAAAAAAAARI/vTKLzWuTgdc/s320/076.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was out of the box before we made it to the car...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;definitely ....not one that is to save or keep for&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;years to come. No way. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Aunt Lisa better get to sewing the outfit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on the Rockette Barbie for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;because that is what she is asking for.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Aunt Lisa!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks again Will!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8595883781136500508?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8595883781136500508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8595883781136500508&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8595883781136500508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8595883781136500508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/rockin-rockettes-from-memphis-and-tampa.html' title='The Rockin Rockettes from Memphis and Tampa!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxRxqsvE27I/AAAAAAAAARA/P5X42q_e-c0/s72-c/082.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-2993562717978035150</id><published>2009-11-29T15:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T15:41:29.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving in Memphis!</title><content type='html'>Hey to all you Sista's....yes ...I have been very very bad. I have not blogged and I have been hearing alot of smack about that. Well...everyone know's ...no one needs you until you get ready to go out of town. I had a ton of stuff to do at the station before I left. &lt;br /&gt;
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Thanksgiving was a much needed break....I can tell you that! It was great to go home and see all of my family and a couple of my friends over the holidays. I stayed with my sister, Lisa, because she as the most room and it's in a central location that will allow both parents to pop in. Thanksgiving Day was really great! I have to say that I did not over eat....even with all the food....so much that it was really so&amp;nbsp;overwhelming&amp;nbsp;that I couldn't make a decision. &lt;br /&gt;
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My sister Lisa, is the CAKE MISS....and I have to apologize to her because I was makin "Sista jabs" about the color of cake she made. I wanted it to be white inside and she made it rainbow.....it really looked alot better than it sounded. I do have a picture somewhere. But our table for thanksgiving was the fun part...we always have fun being decorating "diva's". Yes ....IT WAS A MARTA TABLE! And I helped!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;But this best part of Thanksgiving was seeing all my cute and older but crazier nephews and my one&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful breathtaking niece. Visiting with my Mom &amp;amp;Da d...and Sista's and brotha-in-laws! It went&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I have lots to post...so I will commit to posting every night because I have TOO many things to do it just this one post!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-2993562717978035150?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/2993562717978035150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=2993562717978035150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2993562717978035150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2993562717978035150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgiving-in-memphis.html' title='Thanksgiving in Memphis!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SxMDwMLNzWI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dLCuZPsCWEU/s72-c/Lisa%27s+Martha+Table!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4317544622577715619</id><published>2009-11-18T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T18:40:45.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework...I Am Officially Not Smarter Than a 4th Grader!</title><content type='html'>Ok&amp;nbsp;Sista's... I officially need some help. I feel like I've gone back to school and the sad thing...these are things I probably learned&amp;nbsp;in High School and not in the 4th grade. Lil Bon...had so much homework that I can't even start going to choir practice at church. I wanted to go really bad tonight but she has two test tomorrow ...one of them Huge and she needs to pass it....with an A or a B! &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess I'm stuck on stupid but apparently before tonights assignment or should I say ....studying...I could not tell you how the "eye" works. After going through the process of studying it.... but not really getting it....Lil Bon and I had to get creative because we were both getting.....you might say....a little "giddy"! &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes...I had to make a game out of it to even understand it myself. Here's how the "eye" works as it applies to...well....what we love best....SHOPPING! Thank you Jesus for not calling me to the school system to TEACH.&amp;nbsp; I would be in more trouble. Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;
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TOCPLRONB.....keep in mind this is how the eye works.....&lt;br /&gt;
TOC means "Toes Are Cute"...which really means Transparent Outer Covering.&lt;br /&gt;
P means Purses...which really means Pupil&lt;br /&gt;
L means Like.......which really means Lense&lt;br /&gt;
R means Red........which really means Retina&lt;br /&gt;
ON&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ................which really means Optic nerve&lt;br /&gt;
B means Blue.......which really means Brain....which Translates to "Toes are cute purses like red on blue!&lt;br /&gt;
Waaa...LA!&lt;br /&gt;
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This is the flow chart that makes your "eyes" work....this actually made Lil Bon remember the whole thing.&lt;br /&gt;
This actually made ME learn the whole thing....Praise God. I can't tell you how tired I am after 3 pages of math. Studying for a Science Test that will be on&amp;nbsp;Heat and Light! OK ....this is just boring stuff. Tonight would be the night Boo has LaCrosse and the Soulmate drove him to a practice that''s an hour away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lil Bon and I were laughing so hard from our "Eye" test that we had to call him and tell him so he could know the JOY of it all. I'm so tired ....I'm telling you....these people want this kids in High School in Elementary School ....and in Middle School that want them in High School and in High School they want them in College therefore they give classes which give them College Credit. This is absolutely crazy. &lt;br /&gt;
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What ever happened to fun school days.....filled with laughter and Music and Art contest and Poetry contest. That's what I remember? What do you remember....somebody tell me I am not&amp;nbsp;going crazy?&lt;br /&gt;
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I gotta go.....Calgon's gotta take me away!&lt;br /&gt;
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Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4317544622577715619?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4317544622577715619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4317544622577715619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4317544622577715619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4317544622577715619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/homeworki-am-officially-not-smarter.html' title='Homework...I Am Officially Not Smarter Than a 4th Grader!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-84423030823327633</id><published>2009-11-12T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:50:04.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Soulmate!</title><content type='html'>As I woke to weird noises at a really early hour this morning....I nudged him in the back. No.. he wasn't snoring, he was making some weird noise that&amp;nbsp;sounded like a whistle or harmonica or something. After I realized that I wasn't dreaming&amp;nbsp;, due to my sister, Princess Lisa, scarring me forever from playing chicken with a train when I was four years old....I had to actually wake up and look around. It really was him! So I rolled over and went back to sleep...the next thing I know it's 5:30 and he grabs my foot as he passes by getting ready to go to work and says....."Happy Anniversary"....it's almost time to get up.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not a morning person......I repeat...not a morning person. I really don't think I said anything back to him!Seriously! &lt;br /&gt;
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At around 10 at work this morning...I received two dozen beautifully arranged long stem red roses.&amp;nbsp;Yes I could have had another COACH purse with what he spent on this thang....I'm sure! But he said it was one for every year and 1 extra for the upcoming year. SO SWEET! At that time I decided it would really be nice of me to tell him Happy Anniversary back, since it was at least 10 a.m and I have had my coffee with pumpkin spicey stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
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Twenty one years ago today...it was sprinkling outside of Memphis Tennessee when I truly married my soulmate. They say it's good luck to get married on a rainy day....and so far....they're right! He truly is a wonderful wonderful husband and Father...and is very devoted and loyal to family and friends. He has a true and genuine heart for the Lord. Every morning he has his devotions ....and sometimes he even leaves it open on a page in which I apparently need to read....yes ...that's happened more than just a few times in which I might add...I needed desperately!&lt;br /&gt;
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Frankly...I don't deserve his goodness but God did bless me tremendously when he created him just for me!&lt;br /&gt;
The soulmate is just a very sweet....loving man with quiet strength. I know that the name of Tony Dungy's last book....but it really does describe my husband. &lt;br /&gt;
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What is sad is that he has a outspoken, opinionated wife...who seems to be a little like Lucy in finding trouble...or should I say&amp;nbsp; trouble finds me. Also, with two children who have characteristic's from both of us....but all the loud and crazy things are from me.....and the good and nice things are truly from him.. what can I say....&lt;br /&gt;
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A winning combination! &lt;br /&gt;
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I Love You SoulMate!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-84423030823327633?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/84423030823327633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=84423030823327633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/84423030823327633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/84423030823327633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-anniversary-soulmate.html' title='Happy Anniversary Soulmate!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzIpMA-l5I/AAAAAAAAAQg/U_8ApZEBL3Q/s72-c/294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4004633000834310644</id><published>2009-11-11T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T15:06:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Nephews Say It Best!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvtCHKMQcDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oJgO6gwNxXs/s320/14761_195613887602_607172602_3899461_2482015_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4004633000834310644?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4004633000834310644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4004633000834310644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4004633000834310644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4004633000834310644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-nephews-say-it-best.html' title='My Nephews Say It Best!!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvtCHKMQcDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/oJgO6gwNxXs/s72-c/14761_195613887602_607172602_3899461_2482015_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6510217127236718651</id><published>2009-11-10T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T18:25:36.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Catch Up!</title><content type='html'>It really has been a blur since I have been back from going out of town. I've been so busy working that I have not even been in my right mind to post! Actually....so busy that it hasn't even came across my mind. When I get totally focused on something it's hard to get me to switch gears and I have been swamped at the station since I was gone for a week.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will say that the peeps have had a lot of homework and things that I've had to pay alot of attention to as well. And might I just add that "Lil Bon" is in her first fashion show this Saturday! I will be posting pictures of her in the cute little outfit she will be modeling. &lt;br /&gt;
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So be on the lookout Sista's for some hot new fall fashion to be coming down the line...yes right here on GirlZASoulSista! &lt;br /&gt;
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Peace Out!&lt;br /&gt;
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6510217127236718651?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6510217127236718651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6510217127236718651&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6510217127236718651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6510217127236718651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/playing-catch-up.html' title='Playing Catch Up!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1388973797115619721</id><published>2009-11-04T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T17:23:13.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality!</title><content type='html'>If I ever thought I was trying to play catch up.....this would be the week! I think my body is still on Island Time "Mon". Praise God I'm not on the cruise this week. There is a big storm in the Carribean. Thank you Jesus it wasn't this week as much as I complained about being gone on Halloween...I could not have taken the " Perfect Storm".&lt;br /&gt;
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The Soulmate tried to get me on some "Zipline". I THINK NOT! I want my feet on solid ground as much as possible. He took a picture of himself since I wasn't around to do it. And this is what he came up with!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was just awesome....and so was this!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I think this where some couples get married!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a great time but I missed my peeps too too much!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1388973797115619721?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1388973797115619721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1388973797115619721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1388973797115619721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1388973797115619721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-i-ever-thought-i-was-trying-to-play.html' title='Back to Reality!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvIlEH-CHCI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YOqKx9ykOw8/s72-c/287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8833356223993275995</id><published>2009-11-02T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T12:57:09.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baacccckkk.....I forgot How To Cook!</title><content type='html'>Hey&amp;nbsp;to my sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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One thing great about being on a cruise......you don't have to cook for at least seven days! The thought of cooking up dinner tonight has got me totally frazzled. Uh....let's see.....some ground beef....uhm.....taco's....yes...some taco's sound nice. &lt;br /&gt;
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Done!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now...since most of you know by now I was gone over Halloween.....my first Halloween ever away from my peeps....but they were in good hands because my sister (the wannabeprincess) A.K.A. Big Mama Irene, was here to take my place. If any of you think I AM CRAZY....you haven't met my sista....Lisa! She is crazy funny and has three grown children now....so she know's ALL the tricks little ones use on their "Aunties" while their "Mama" is away.&lt;br /&gt;
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Big Boo didn't want to go on a field trip last Friday and told his Auntie that he told me about it and I cleared him not going.....Do I remember this?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I think NOT! But agreed reluctantly rather than start a feud while I'm gone. &lt;br /&gt;
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Little Bon....was just full of delight with things that I apparently let her do all the time.....hence therefore makes me "Mean Mama" when I'm at home, but when gone.....I'm apparently the "Best Mom Ever". You&lt;br /&gt;
see Big Mama makes great cakes....and Little Bon wanted some serious homemade goodies. We bought cake mixes and icing and cut cupcake holders prior to Big Mama's arrival. &lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone survived the "soulmate" and I being gone. The only beef I have is with T-Mobile. We purchased an international email package since we were out of the country.....only to not have service in any of the places we went to..including the ship. So....I called home twice from the ship....using the Ship to Shore little button on our room phone. Only to find out the night before we left that one call for eleven minutes and another call for seven minutes equals out to be $216.00 !!!!!! Apparently it's just 7.95 per minute per call.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know they heard from me bright and early...O YES THEY DID!&lt;br /&gt;
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More highlights to come....gotta do some laundry.....love to you all!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8833356223993275995?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8833356223993275995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8833356223993275995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8833356223993275995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8833356223993275995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-baacccckkki-forgot-how-to-cook.html' title='I&apos;m Baacccckkk.....I forgot How To Cook!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6860635532097060817</id><published>2009-10-22T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T06:05:10.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertigo On A Boat...Something Just Ain't Right About This?</title><content type='html'>Hey To You Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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OK....I have been a very bad "Gull" for not posting! Bad Sista! Here is the reason why. The Soulmate told me a little over a month ago that he was given a 7 day free Cruise from work......from some vendor who they've been working with. It sounds great and I know most people would be doing back flips right about now.....expecially since the big four letters.....F R E E was attached to it.&lt;br /&gt;
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But I have to tell you I have not been on the "excited" side of this. And here is why.&lt;br /&gt;
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#1:&amp;nbsp; You all know what I have been dealing with....severe migraines that cause me to have vertigo. It is much better now that the medication has kicked in....but I am not crazy about being on a boat with vertigo. Hello?&lt;br /&gt;
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#2: After about 4 days anywhere...I get antsy for my own bed and pillow and just everything about being home.&lt;br /&gt;
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#3: Trying to get a schedule made out for where and what my kids have going on while I'm gone....is just nuts. Is it really worth going anywhere with all this stress? I think not!&lt;br /&gt;
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#4. And the big kicker..... I will not be here for Halloween for Little Bon and Big Boo.&amp;nbsp; At least Little Bon... Big Boo is 13 and all he is going to be doing is eating candy. I have never ever been away from my kids on Halloween. What were these people thinking when they booked this trip?&amp;nbsp;I don't want to sound ungrateful...but I have&amp;nbsp;"chiren"!&lt;br /&gt;
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#5. I am missing&amp;nbsp;our staion&amp;nbsp;"Grand Opening".....and that's all I can say about that one... I&amp;nbsp;won't even dare go there!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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So there you have it! I do want to get Nicole's Horse picture on before I leave....so I will document my trip. Oh.....we are going&amp;nbsp;to about 5 places&amp;nbsp;in the&amp;nbsp;Carribean&amp;nbsp;...don't ask me where...dont all those&amp;nbsp;Island's look alike....for all I know they may be doing circles in the ocean&amp;nbsp;somewhere and changing up the&amp;nbsp;port entry.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I could take my laptop but&amp;nbsp;the Soulmate said "No".... so my blackberry will have to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won't be posting until Nov 1st....so I will check on you all later!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;
DEBI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6860635532097060817?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6860635532097060817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6860635532097060817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6860635532097060817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6860635532097060817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/10/vertigo-on-boatsomething-just-aint.html' title='Vertigo On A Boat...Something Just Ain&apos;t Right About This?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7918518749844368278</id><published>2009-10-15T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T20:43:42.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Your Soul Sista's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Stfm7hg_U9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uX7nwhEyDa0/s1600-h/Debi+10-09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Stfm7hg_U9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uX7nwhEyDa0/s320/Debi+10-09.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Hey to you Sista's! No presents are necessary......unless it's jewelery or&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;stationary because I'm hopelessly addicted to both. This is my new&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Media headshot for Spirit FM...taken by Brian Elledge with Divine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Light Photography......he is absolutely awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It's also another friend of mine's Birthday...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/StfrSOfZgQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cSJ8Z7Prg2Q/s1600-h/DSC01511.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/StfrSOfZgQI/AAAAAAAAAOY/cSJ8Z7Prg2Q/s320/DSC01511.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natalie Brock over at &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The Brocks ROCK!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She's 29 again...and I am 39 again!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Looking forward to this weekend not because&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;it's my birthday, but because it's&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Little Bon's First Horse Show &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;on Saturday!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/StfosMaxI1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/aMfQjJMsQYk/s1600-h/Orlando+Beth+Moore+Retreat+107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/StfosMaxI1I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/aMfQjJMsQYk/s320/Orlando+Beth+Moore+Retreat+107.JPG" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I am sorry......but she is just so stinkin cute on&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;her horse....Valentine! No she's not riding a blind&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;horse.....she's allergic to flies....so this protects&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;her eyes from getting icky!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As you can see....Little Bon takes it serious!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and my Big Boo has&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a Lacrosse Tournament with &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;the Tampa Fire this &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;weekend!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You Sista's have a blessed weekend!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7918518749844368278?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' title='It&apos;s Your Soul Sista&apos;s Birthday!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7918518749844368278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7918518749844368278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7918518749844368278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7918518749844368278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-your-soul-sistas-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s Your Soul Sista&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Stfm7hg_U9I/AAAAAAAAAOI/uX7nwhEyDa0/s72-c/Debi+10-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7691046557820841343</id><published>2009-10-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:18:59.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sha Nay Nay's Office Etiquette....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hey to you Sista's,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Don't you just love it when a Doctor's office gives you a medical release form&amp;nbsp;...then ask you to sign it so they can&amp;nbsp;get your medical records from another Doctor's office..... and then tell you that you are responsible to call the other Doctor's office ....the day before your appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;UHMMM....let me see.....why did you give me this form to sign if I was going to get it myself? Let me see.... is that because you are lazy? Or do you think they just like seeing if they can make you feel like your going senile or feel hopelessly inadequate the day before my appointment.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O YES.... the&amp;nbsp;Good Doctor will hear from this Sista about it. I am not one to spare some words. Now the Doctor's office&amp;nbsp;THAT I wasn't suppose to call....has filed away my reports in some warehouse that is who&amp;nbsp;knows where......obviously I will not know now in time for my appointment in the morning. So hence therefore...I will have to take additional test&amp;nbsp;at my expense as a result.&lt;br /&gt;
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DO I sound a little put out.....there should be a law against this somewhere. I think it would be the law of proper&amp;nbsp;office etiquette. Is there such a thang?&amp;nbsp;Uhmmm. Maybe I need to write one.&amp;nbsp; So let's see....where would I began?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; If your office manager feels the need to post a sign saying....."If you are more than 15 minutes late for your appointment you will need to reschedule your office visit. Then your office manager better count on doing the same for me if I have to wait longer than 15 minutes to see the Doctor....can we say....RUDE!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;2. If you feel the need for me to fill out more than eight pages of medical history...then you should have a proper website where I can download the information prior to the visit.......instead of springing this on me like a jack rabbit. If I wasn't stressed I wouldn't be sitting at the Dr's office.......HELLO? Somebody get my medication!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;3. If&amp;nbsp; you feel the need to ask me to make a copy of my driver's license for the seventeen umteeth time....please have the decency to give it back...so if I get pulled over the "&lt;strong&gt;Po Po" won't cart me off to jail.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Although I must admit....I do wear orange quite well with my olive skin tone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;4. Must I remind you that I don't weigh in well late in the afternoon.....so if my appointment is scheduled at that time of day.....please know that I will complain and tell you that the weight I've gained is because I am bloated because I'm about to start my "Cycles".&amp;nbsp;Can I get an amen?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;5. If you are the attending nurse to escort me to my second waiting room....please understand that I make it a point to hide my undercloths even if you are my female Doctor....I'm southern.....and that's just what we do. We hide our panties and bra's. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;6. If I tell you that I am allergic to a medication.....that includes the synthetic forms of that medication as well. Didn't they teach you that in Medical School? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;7. If you ask me about my diet and eating habits....just know "Hands Down" I will yell out a "Salad" everytime. ( With a 4 oz Grilled piece on the side..of course.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8. If I tell you that I have to be in car line by 2:30......making me wait to see the Doctor until 2:20 is really pushing it. They charge me when I'm late picking up my children. Doe's a Sista really need to wait 45 minutes in the second waiting room?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;9. If I want to schedule my next appointment before I leave.....please don't tell me that your system is down and you will call me back tomorrow. Sweetie....who are you kidding here. The only call I'm getting from you is the one to tell me I missed my appointment and will be charged a fee of $25 at my next visit.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Last But Not Least.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;10. If I tell you that I'm not coming back while I'm rolling my neck.....&lt;strong&gt;Shay Nay Nay means it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7691046557820841343?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' title='Sha Nay Nay&apos;s Office Etiquette....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7691046557820841343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7691046557820841343&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7691046557820841343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7691046557820841343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-to-you-sistas-dont-you-just-love-it.html' title='Sha Nay Nay&apos;s Office Etiquette....'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/StUm4cNmBNI/AAAAAAAAANo/Eq1ri1cOwZM/s72-c/Debi_Signature_Sept_09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6141478308613117820</id><published>2009-10-08T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T19:34:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit FM Is Moving....Can A Sista Get A Hand..Up In Here!</title><content type='html'>ey to you Sista's,&lt;br /&gt;
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Now.... I am not one to complain....but I have been packin up our station for the past three days. I will joyfully pack...cuz our old 1950ish building that I've worked in for going on five years....I'm convinced is full of mold and mildew. If the truth be told...it is the reason I have headaches. But like I said....I ain't one to complain.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have a big bright awesome new building...with everything new! We are seriously so happy...that nobody cares that we have to pack up everything ourselves. I've been so excited...I've been jumping from room to room packing anything anyone has asked me to pack. I packed the kitchen without hesitation....and without telling me to.....but I ain't one to complain.&amp;nbsp;The jumping from one room to the next is obviously my A D D issues.....it's self diagnosed of course. I used to think I was just a daydreamer.....but I'm convinced I truly have it.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to admit that I have been a little down today. All of my college friends are getting together this weekend for a HUGE REUNION in Springfield Missouri . I have to tell you that I would just give anything to go.....can somebody get "the soulmate" to give up going out of town with clients to the Bucs game in Philly.&lt;br /&gt;
That's not the only reason I can't go. We are moving the station all day Friday and Saturday. Also we have ..a concert Sunday night with Aaron Shust and Chris Sligh coming in. It was just a bad weekend altogether. Why couldn't it be on my birthday weekend next week? &lt;br /&gt;
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I will totally miss hanging out with my roomate and BFF.....Jacki! She is about the craziest, most fun person to be around in the whole wide world. I wish you all could know her! She is just a HOOT! Ok...it's hot and I am ready for some leaves to be changing and some "cool air" to arrive ....up in here. But seriously...if anyone wants to show up at Spirit tomorrow or on Saturday.....this Sista could use an extra hand.&lt;br /&gt;
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Can I get a witness? But&amp;nbsp;....I am not one to complain! &lt;br /&gt;
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Wow...what a week! Praise God our Shareathon was a HUGE success! So many people came through for us and please know that we appreciated every penny!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now for the Reader's Digest version of why I am BACK with my earrings On. For those of you who Know me....Know me....you know that I'm not one to hold back too much but there was a "SITUATION" that needed much attention this morning down at the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;
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Now....let me set the scene.....My Big Boo...had a little confrontation last Friday in which he had to take care of some Bizness at the bus stop. And when I say Bizness....there was a kid that "spit" on my son at the bus stop!....I know.....I gasped when I heard the news....it made me sick. Well...he defended himself and put a wee bit of a shiner on the kid. Reported the kid to the office when he got to school and did the right thing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday....he came home and told me that ....the boys "Mama" came to the bus stop and cursed at him in front of all the other kids at the bus stop. For those of you that know me...know me...I was so mad I was shakin....this Sista was on "Wound up ...Gitty mode! I grabbed the phone book like I was going to call&amp;nbsp;somebody...... and now just who would that be?&lt;br /&gt;
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I tried the school and no one answered....called a guidance counselor who is a friend...and she told me to report it to the Sheriff's office in which I did end up doing. So hence therefore today.....I went to the bus stop against the soulmate's wishes. I was prayin that the "Mama" would show up. I had my big hoop earrings on....that I was thinkin that I was going to have to take off if she showed up again to confront my son. &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes...the lady had the audacity to blame my son ....for her son spitting on him. Uhmmm...imagine that. I&lt;br /&gt;
cannot believe what all she said to my son. I told the soulmate that I would need an extra dose of Jesus today.&lt;br /&gt;
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I also called two other people...my boss and Shawn from Seriously...to see if they would come bail me out if I for some unforeseen reason endend up downtown in an orange jumpsuit.&amp;nbsp; So ...there was a no show....for Psycho Mama at the bus stop...but this Mama was there with her earrings ON. I guess the call she received from the deputy last night scared her into some righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Sista's if you love me....pray for me...because when people mess with your children....you aren't normal...you react....protection mode and Mama Bear comes out to protect her cubs. &lt;br /&gt;
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Can I get an AMEN?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-239280429138359988?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/239280429138359988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=239280429138359988&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/239280429138359988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/239280429138359988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-backwith-my-earrings-on.html' title='I&apos;m Back.....With My Earrings On!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-9080667802261628952</id><published>2009-09-29T06:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T06:24:29.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Spirit FM's Shareathon! If You Love Me....Call Today!</title><content type='html'>Ok to my Sista's,&lt;br /&gt;
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I will be not posting a whole lot this week due to Shareathon at the radio station where I work. We are totally listener supported....that means that we have to raise money to keep our station on the air. So if you have a minute to listen on line at &lt;a href="http://www.spiritfm905.com/"&gt;http://www.spiritfm905.com/&lt;/a&gt;. and call in and share in supporting Christian radio!&lt;br /&gt;
I will be on the air from 10 until 2pm! Looking for all my friends to call in and give me a shout out!&amp;nbsp; Call 1-800-223-9286! &lt;br /&gt;
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Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-9080667802261628952?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/9080667802261628952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=9080667802261628952&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/9080667802261628952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/9080667802261628952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-spirit-fms-shareathon-if-you-love.html' title='It&apos;s Spirit FM&apos;s Shareathon! If You Love Me....Call Today!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SsIKWu7-U8I/AAAAAAAAANA/jQ6rIA9ScH8/s72-c/spiritfm_logo_rgb_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3510230923581532675</id><published>2009-09-23T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T18:33:27.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Go....Let It Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Hey to you Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Praise the Lord....it's Wednesday! That means only one more day of work for the week for me! Yesterday was apparently the first day of&amp;nbsp; Fall! That just ain't even right! We don't officially have FALL here in Tampa until at least February! The humidity today is over 90%...can't we even get a little break?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Speaking of letting go......&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you have trouble letting things go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; For some reason......I do struggle with this from time to time.&amp;nbsp; The soul mate will confirm this to be true. I try not to hold on to things and ask God for his grace and mercy in this area.....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;but let's keep it real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....we all have days when we know Satan is sitting on our shoulder sayin...."Ok....Now you know you are not gonna let them say that to you....I know!" &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't make this white girl take off her earrings! O Yes I will! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously...I try to ignore that kind of temptation....but sometimes things people do or say can really get to me. &lt;br /&gt;
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As usual a circumstance arose where I was trying to help someone secure something for a mission trip.....and Satan didn't want this to go through.....that's the only thing I can say about it! But God got the glory anyhow....because I prayed it through and low and behold it all worked out.....but it wasn't because he didn't stop at all cost. He likes to plant doubt and more doubt!&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever noticed that Satan seems to attack you more......when things are busy and you've got places to go and people to see.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I know that you have experienced something like this too...so I would like to hear from you about that and what you do when it hits you hard! &lt;br /&gt;
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Here it is almost Wednesday, and everyone I know who went to the "Deeper Still" event in Orlando ...is still talking about it...and I will say that is a good "thang"! I keep looking back at my notes to see if there is anything I missed..FO REAL! &lt;br /&gt;
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I have a confession to make. I accidentally picked up Ms. Mabel's booklet that we wrote down our notes in. And you ask me how I know this....in the front of the book there is a place for people to put there name and address down for some type of survey....and yes...Ms. Mabel filled her's out... quite properly I might add.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's all coming back to me now......I just had met with Travis, the one and only, and I came back to my seat and was trying to gather myself altogether...when Ms. Mabel politely asked me...."Hun...have you seen my book....I laid it right here on my seat before I went to the ladies room?"&lt;br /&gt;
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I replied, "No Ma'am...I'm sorry ...this one is mine and it's been sitting on my bag.....it couldn't have gone far...."Are you sure you didn't accidentally take it with you and lay it down somewhere. Ms. Mabel said, "No..I left it right here".&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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And then she turned around and mumbled something.....I felt really bad for her! As I am reviewing my notes from the event last night..."I used the 3rd session of her book...to write notes down when Beth was speaking about discernment. I couldn't believe my discovery.... I feel really bad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thank Goodness Ms. Mabel put her address and phone number down in there or it wouldn't be going back to her. Yes...I am mailing her back to her.....because, I also found two other empty ones that I had picked up for my friend...and then I found the one I originally started in when Kay begin to speak.&lt;br /&gt;
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You know what I'm thinkin.....Ms. Mabel&amp;nbsp; is a "rule follower"! She filled out the front...every single line....O yes she did!.And quite impressive handwriting I might add. I felt just awful about it today. I was so busy I didn't have time to call her and tell her that it is being mailed to her...but I will for sure tomorrow. Sadly enough.....it made me think of my sweet Mamaw that past away last Thanksgiving. I tell you.....the handwriting is identical. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;How do I know that? &lt;/strong&gt;I was recently cleaning out an old box and I stumbled across one of my Mamaw's old letters she wrote to me while I was away at college. It made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her letter was written probably about five years after my grandfather had already passed and you could tell that she was just really lonely. She called me Deber....for some reason...that's always how it came out. The letter also spoke about all of her friends that had passed and that she couldn't wait to go home to the Lord and be with Paw Paw! She would run out of lines and start writing around the sides of the paper....somewhat like a maze....it cracked me up....she was always saving something so she could use it later. Therefore....she would never consider just adding another page.&amp;nbsp; It made me miss her terribly.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I will do what a good southern girl was raised to do........send Ms. Mabel her book....you know it's still buggin the stew out of her. I can just see Ms. Mabel heading out to the mailbox in the next few days to come...looking for this book.....wearing her beautiful white "easy spirit" shoes and her sweet little turquoise Beall's outfit with the top that has the fitted waistband. Her hair perfectly in place because you just know she has it set every Wednesday morning about the same time everyweek.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know Ms. Mabel will also find my notes attached....in the 3rd session.....and that will also probably trouble her just a bit. I'm truly sorry Ms. Mabel......I'm going beyond, Way Beyond, and make sure that you have your book back......Ms. Priscilla would be proud.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace Out Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-793547866623656096?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/793547866623656096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=793547866623656096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/793547866623656096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/793547866623656096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/going-way-beyond-for-ms-mabel.html' title='Going WAY Beyond For Ms. Mabel!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8491959563939233465</id><published>2009-09-21T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:34:53.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I Get A Witness.....Up In Here?</title><content type='html'>Hey to you Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well.....can we just rewind it and make it Friday again?......Cuz I want to go back to the "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Deeper Still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"event in Orlando. Just looking through the pictures this morning made me want to go back. What it really makes me want to do is find Priscilla's Bible Study...."Discerning His Voice", and sign up. Here lies the problem....most Bible studies are on Tuesday morning or either a Wednesday night and those are not good for me. I need one on a Thursday night....so if anyone finds one ....please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;
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I wanted to let you know a little more about what Beth spoke on&amp;nbsp;in the last session. And Sista...it was a &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; one! One that I have to tell you that I need to know more about because there are times when....that little voice isn't so little. It's more like....HEY.....DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID? Beth called it ...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Divine Revelations in Human Encounters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.....and that we ALL need a sense of discernment. That small voice is the Holy Spirit resonating with us....but if we are not in our scripture and reading HIS word....we shouldn't even discuss it. &lt;br /&gt;
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Beth said there are&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; Four Questions we need to ask ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...if we find ourself in this situation:&lt;br /&gt;
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1. Can I trust what I'm sensing? Am I a critical or suspicious person by nature? &lt;br /&gt;
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2.&amp;nbsp; Am I jealous or do I feel threatened by this person?&lt;br /&gt;
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3. Do I have anything selfish to gain for this outcome?&lt;br /&gt;
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4.&amp;nbsp; Are my emotions clouding my discernment?&lt;br /&gt;
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If you answered ALL four questions with a "No".....then you go with your gut feeling! But if you answered a "Yes" .to any of them...then you need to re-examine it.&amp;nbsp; She refers to II Timothy 3 vs. 5.&amp;nbsp; There are people that you need to stay away from. God has not called you to listen to anyone who lies. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Go with your spiritual gut feeling! When you walk in the spirit of Christ......you won't be wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to tell you that before she spoke that night....she prefaced it by saying..."The Lord has laid something special on my heart for you tonight...I'm going to be speaking on discernment".&amp;nbsp; I am not kidding.. I wanted to stand up and lift both of my hands in the air because that was total confirmation of what I had told someone just the night before. You have to know the night after Kay spoke about "Resting in His Faith"....we got back to the room and I just started chatting with one of the girls in my room ...when this VERY SUBJECT came up and I preceeded to share a couple of incidents that had happened to me lately. It's something that I have NEVER shared with anyone else. So when Beth said she was going to speak on discernment I seriously about fell out of my chair. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I know three rows of people heard me shout......Haleighlleeeurer! I am NOT kidding. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I almost died! I needed to hear everything she said about it because..... I JUST DID! After the event....I called the person I spoke with and I asked her....Could you believe what Beth spoke about tonight? She said she kept thinking about me the whole time. Talking about divine appointments......I had one last Saturday in Orlando with Beth Moore!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can I get a witness.......up in here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8491959563939233465?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8491959563939233465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8491959563939233465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8491959563939233465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8491959563939233465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/can-i-get-witnessup-in-here.html' title='Can I Get A Witness.....Up In Here?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3502966246176960884</id><published>2009-09-20T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T17:25:07.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Ain't No Pie....Like The Most High! words by Beth Moore.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;Hey to you Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to tell you that if you haven't ever been to an Lifeway Women's event called "Deeper Still"....find the nearest city that it's coming to and GO! It can change your life!! I haven't been able to go on a womens retreat in a couple of years...so this was a much needed weekend for me....especially considering the last few weeks I've had.&lt;br /&gt;
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Better Yet.....Travis Cottrell, yes.. my Favorite Worship Leader in the whole wide world&amp;nbsp;led us in come incredible &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;praise&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;worship&lt;/span&gt; sessions all weekend.&amp;nbsp;Prior to going I had arranged to meet with him through Lifeway...in order to get some things signed&amp;nbsp;for the station I work at for some Christmas giveaways. He also blessed us with some goodies as well! What I love about Travis...He has such an incredible heart and love for Jesus...that is so genuine and real to his very core!&lt;br /&gt;
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But another highlight was meeting this crazy&amp;nbsp;lady.....Melanie...a.k.a. Big Mama...my&amp;nbsp;favorie blogging buddy!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She is just as sweet as ever! It&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;thank you Betsy Langmade!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had an amazing time with a lot of friends from church! But what I thought was totally amazing is that I didn't know each day who I would sit with because their were so many of us going in at the same time. As a result of this I met a lot of wonderful people that God wanted me to meet .....because as we shared a little of ourselves with each other...it was quite evident that there was a divine appointment with all the new women that I met. Things that we shared together was next to unbelievable! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This was Beth and Priscilla and Travis &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So ...as you can see...it was amazing and I am so blessed to have been able to go! I will share some more of the conference with you this week....so hold on ...there's more a comin!!!! Have a blessed day in the Lord and as Beth so eloquently put it...."There Aint No Pie....Like The Most High! &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3502966246176960884?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' title='There Ain&apos;t No Pie....Like The Most High! words by Beth Moore.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3502966246176960884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3502966246176960884&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3502966246176960884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3502966246176960884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/there-aint-no-pielike-most-high-words.html' title='There Ain&apos;t No Pie....Like The Most High! words by Beth Moore.'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sra-eyW-Z0I/AAAAAAAAALg/NDr2YfJvL_s/s72-c/Orlando+Beth+Moore+Retreat+156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1504804865807569057</id><published>2009-09-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T14:58:11.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orlando Bound with Deeper Still...you know...Beth Moore and Travis....whoo hoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I know it's not Wednesday...and it's not officially the middle of the week, but I am seriously counting down the days till Friday comes. Because I am on my way to Orlando with Girlfriends at Bell Shoals....the women's ministry group at my church. And I can't wait to hear Travis sing!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I wish my sister Jenny could come an go with me. That's ok...I'll get Travis to sign something just for you! Smile!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SrANJnQnZcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ANE89EGDvRU/s1600-h/lwcI_wmn_beth09_154x203.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SrANJnQnZcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ANE89EGDvRU/s320/lwcI_wmn_beth09_154x203.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Known for presenting the Scripture in living color, Christian speaker, Bible study author, and ministry leader Beth Moore brings joy and excitement in Christ to life through words. Her deep love for the Savior is obvious; her style of speaking electric. She loves the Lord, loves to laugh, and loves to be with His people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
At the request of her first Bible study class, she wrote daily homework on the Old Testament Tabernacle. That material later became Beth’s first published Bible study, A Woman’s Heart, God’s Dwelling Place. Numerous books have followed. Beth speaks at conferences all over the United States and enjoys getting to serve women of every age and denomination. She is passionate about women knowing and loving the Word of God.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love me some Beth Moore and I just found out that one of my FAVORITE blogging buddies, Big Mama,&amp;nbsp;is going to Orlando and we are suppose to hook up! I am surprising her with some goodies from Florida...she will be coming from Texas. I cannot wait! I will post plenty of pictures!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SrAHLLHzaAI/AAAAAAAAALA/CYI4URhV7aI/s1600-h/Debi+Signature.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SrAHLLHzaAI/AAAAAAAAALA/CYI4URhV7aI/s200/Debi+Signature.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1504804865807569057?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1504804865807569057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1504804865807569057&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1504804865807569057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1504804865807569057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/orlando-bound-with-deeper-stillyou.html' title='Orlando Bound with Deeper Still...you know...Beth Moore and Travis....whoo hoo!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SrANJnQnZcI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ANE89EGDvRU/s72-c/lwcI_wmn_beth09_154x203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1102869891425984626</id><published>2009-09-14T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:24:51.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone In A Crowd?</title><content type='html'>What a crazy last few days...I haven't posted because of many different circumstances...but I will say this....People will always disappoint you no matter how good of a friend you think they are. Certain people only feel loyal to a certain few, that's one thing I have learned this week.&lt;br /&gt;
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God is the only one you can truly count on in your time of need and times of trial. His word is the only thing you can trust and count on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Sista's ....don't put your faith in others because they will let you down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disappointing ....Yes....unimaginable...yes....this was a good lesson for me too because I know I am fiercely loyal to only a few people so this made it ever harder for me when something VERY unexpected happened to me this week. I can tell you that I would have never thought this person would have said the things they said to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Has it changed the way I think I about them? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;DO I forgive them? Absolutely! But that's a hard one.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I think I can get past it? That one may take awhile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will it change my relationship with the person and or persons involved?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did I need my Pastor's message or what yesterday.....&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O YES I DID!&lt;/span&gt; It was titled ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;ALONE IN A CROWD&lt;/span&gt;...by Dr. Stephen Rummage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I"ll give you the Readers Digest version:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Psalms: 142 &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As David is hiding out in the cave ....on the run from King Saul...He cries out to the Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In verse one David pours out his complaint before God...he says....before him I tell my trouble.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In the midst of it all....David does not stop praying. I must admit...there are days when I don't tell God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what is bothering me....I figure...he just knows...why bother. David didn't do this....if he did he'd probably stilled be holed up in a cave like a Branch Davidian. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some times we treat our prayer like it's a Spare Tire....O...I'll get it out if I need it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have it somewhere....if I need it..that's if I can get it out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we really should use it like a steering wheel! We should do everyday before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we hit the road. I am so guilty of this! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In my mind...this is what I'm thinkin....Lord...I don't want to bother you right&amp;nbsp;know&amp;nbsp;because&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I know you are dealing with families who &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;have terminal illness, women who have lost their sons and or husbands, when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my little everyday junk seems so trivial so please forgive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me for &lt;em&gt;bothering&lt;/em&gt; you right now....I don't even want to ask him for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as simple as spiritual guidance about a certain situation that I am very bothered by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do&amp;nbsp;you ever feel alone on occasion? I can be surrounded in a room full a people this week and still feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like no one quite understands what I'm feeling like. Trust me ..it has not been good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord never stops listening though. He know our every thought and hears our&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;every prayer....and when there are the times you feel alone...he never stops caring.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have to remember Psalms 143:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Let the morning bring me word of&amp;nbsp;your unfailing love, for &lt;strong&gt;I have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;put my trust in you.&lt;/strong&gt; Show me the way I should go,&amp;nbsp;for to you I &lt;strong&gt;lift&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;up&amp;nbsp;my soul"&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;vs 8&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would love for you all to pray for someone who you may think feels this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;way....I am looking forward to Friday and you'll know why tomorrow!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Hugs,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Debi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1102869891425984626?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1102869891425984626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1102869891425984626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1102869891425984626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1102869891425984626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/alone-in-crowd.html' title='Alone In A Crowd?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-5080502409838680671</id><published>2009-09-08T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T20:09:58.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Weekend....Not!</title><content type='html'>So....the Soulmate had the best of intentions....to wisk me and the family off on a weekend getaway to Sanibel and Captiva Island! Yay! Well....before you all get out your happy banners....just wait a minute. It was the weekend from....let's just say....one I'd like to forget. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp; have to admit I was so excited because I have been sick lately and I really did feel like if I got away from everything that I could relax and maybe start to feel better. With that said.....I should have seen it comin when the kids starting fighting on the way down. Ugh....but I was armed and ready with my beads and plenty of magazines to read .....so I am good....well....that's what I thought!&lt;br /&gt;
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We arrive to a really nice condo unit on the beach...but I noticed that it was freshly vacuumed but a little on the dusty side. Mike noticed that the toilets were on some type of continuous running sound. It would take them forever to fill up. We woke up to ants all in our food in the kitchen. We had to throw all the breakfast food out. Girlz...it was not good. My babies were HONGRY! So I called the office....which after asking a "few to many" questions...promptly found out that the UNIT had not been rented in quite some time.&amp;nbsp; WELL...NOW....there you have it. No wonder I was stopped up...those filters hadn't been changed in Lord only know how long. You could see where this was going.&lt;br /&gt;
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Well....A couple of sweet maids showed up a couple of hours later and cleaned the place up much better and they both couldn't believe how dusty it was. They even said that it was not up to par! This was not some &lt;br /&gt;
little cheap place on the beach. For what we spent on it....I could have purchased a "real nice" fall wardrobe from Nordstroms. Girlz...I needed some "disCOUNTING".... as Madea would say!&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to tell you from there....with the kids fighting...it was just down hill from there on. I threatened not to go to dinner at all Sunday night with hopes of them leaving me be. One by one they&amp;nbsp;came in the room and said something nice to make me change my mind...and by the time we got there from the car ride...I was ready to get a cab and go back to the room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Yes I needed some "Retail Therapy" on the way home. I texted my friend Debbie and met her and we went to the mall for a killer Dillard Shoe Sale. It helped me for a little while......or at least until I got back home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone bless me!&lt;br /&gt;
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-5080502409838680671?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/5080502409838680671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=5080502409838680671&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5080502409838680671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5080502409838680671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/perfect-weekendnot.html' title='The Perfect Weekend....Not!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1718126036128921187</id><published>2009-09-02T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:31:14.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Trisha!!</title><content type='html'>Hey to you Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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Today's My Sister Trisha's Birthday....and well .....Let's just say she's 39&amp;nbsp;again for the very first time!!&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't believe it's Wednesday! Where has this week gone? Vertigo has stopped me cold from doing a lot of things that I just automatically take advantage of...it's amazing. This medication has not helped me in the least and it's keeping me in somewhat of a "fog". I met a lady today that experiences the same thing and and she gave me some little tobacum pellets to put under my tongue that she got from the health food store to make it go away. I can't say for sure that it worked....maybe I need to buy some more...I tell you I am a desperate woman....and southern woman take desperate measures. &lt;br /&gt;
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Apparently my Doctor is out of the Country until my next appointment which falls on September 11th. I'm not kidding you when I tell you this....the soulmate had to tell me that as well. I seriously don't even remember us scheduling an appointment...why would I .....I was there for over five hours and threw up at least four times ...until they finally felt sorry for me an gave me a shot that put me into "La La Land". My arm still hurts from that shot. I probably wouldn't have gotten that but I accidentally ran into the Doctor in the hallway coming out of the bathroom crying and I was walking with my hands on the wall. These were his words:&lt;br /&gt;
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Could someone please come get her into a room RIGHT NOW! That was sweet music to my ears since at that point it was four hours that we had been there. The soulmate was totally annoyed with me since I can be somewhat combative when sick....and especially sick and tired. I don't know how he puts up with my silly self. &lt;br /&gt;
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I will tell you that I am happy to report that Lil Bon is very happy. She loves her teachers and they have a lot of little projects that make school interesting and fun. She has to be busy. She wore her shirt not tucked in today so ....she was all about that. She also wore shoes...some little wedges that looked very tacky and I begged her to put on socks.&lt;br /&gt;
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"No...my friend in my class all wear shoes like this without socks...it's not like my other school".. I said, "I'm just saying there will be some blisters on the feet by 12:15.......as soon as I saw her.....I asked, "So how's the feet?&amp;nbsp; She said, " Who told you?" I started laughing and said, "No one I can see that you are walking on your toes and the back of your heels are red..... " Oh"! &lt;br /&gt;
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Mama alway knows!!! That's what I tell her....but she has to learn everything the hard way. She reminds me of my sister Trish when she was small. Happy Birthday to my Sista Trisha! She is the BIG 40 today. I kid you not she looks like she is 28. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ya'll have a great night!&lt;br /&gt;
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Nite, Sista's!&lt;br /&gt;
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Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1718126036128921187?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1718126036128921187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1718126036128921187&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1718126036128921187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1718126036128921187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-trisha.html' title='Happy Birthday Trisha!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sp8cAsalzQI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FT_v-MAiynk/s72-c/Drew+%26+Noah+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3210405795457890398</id><published>2009-08-30T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T18:09:11.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Believers Worry....He Said That? I'm In Trouble!</title><content type='html'>Yes Sista's I needed me some church today. Much of you know about the week I had. And Yes...as my Pastor pointed out to me very clearly this morning...... I have sinned. &lt;br /&gt;
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In fact...I have sinned every day this week... in a bad way! &lt;br /&gt;
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I've thought things about people that I never thought I would think, and I have said things I would normally never ever say. UHMMM. Yes...I needed me some Jesus today! Our Pastor pointed out this morning that, "Worry will choke out what Jesus wants for your life. which is, Peace, Hope and Life!" &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;For the Readers Digest version:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;When Believer's Worry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.......this is what happens: * &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We refuse our security that Christ gives us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; God Gave us Life...He will take care of us if we only surrender to him. &lt;br /&gt;
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* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We Misuse Our Energy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; If we would stop worrying and start praying and let God take control this would this would be a lot easier. ( This is always the one that get's me because I am not a backseat kinda person. I am a Do'er...I get things done...it's so hard to let go and not control the situation). God used a situation just this week....that made me rely and trust in Him for something to happen and in doing so .....the result was so much bigger than anything I could have ever hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;
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* &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We abuse our testimony&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. As a believer...others are watching...show them that worrying is not what you do but trusting in God is.....even in the difficult times. This is also a hard one because if you are some one who serves in a Ministry type position....non-believers are waiting for you to fall so they can say......"Yeah...I see how you roll". This one is really hard for some....especially for me. &lt;br /&gt;
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And the last one is....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We confuse our priorities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Matthew 6:25-34. You can read this one to know what I am talking about but I am so guilty of this one it sickening. This verse talks about being worried about what your going to eat, what your going to wear...and worrying about your looks. All of which I worry about on a daily basis.... I am just sayin.....I am so guilty of this one! &lt;br /&gt;
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The soulsmate didn't think I would be going to church this morning because he heard me get up last night .....Satan didn't want me to go either. In fact...I was up sick from 3:30a.m. until 5:45 a.m but went anyway....because I didn't get to go last week and I Love me some church!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;If Pastor didn't get through to one person ...he got through to me. Can I get an Amen? &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hugs to you Sista's! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Debi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3210405795457890398?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3210405795457890398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3210405795457890398&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3210405795457890398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3210405795457890398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-believers-worryhe-said-that-im-in.html' title='When Believers Worry....He Said That? I&apos;m In Trouble!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-5303857168619737367</id><published>2009-08-27T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:13:48.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does She Look Happy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That would be a No!!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I have been dealing with for the past 48 hours! This sad face and many tears.....
my dearest and closest friends all know why....she is not so happy with school! Lil Bon....Changes are a coming!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SpamKPF7GLI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZsmbysuIP4U/s1600-h/Debi+Signature.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With that said....please pray for my Lil Bon cuz she usually looks like this! This was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her and her BFF right before their big night out for the Jonas Brothers concert!&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;She had a blast that night....but was mad when she got home that she forgot to blow the $40 dollars I gave her to spend .....that was a problem. This was the outfit she had to have &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;from one of her fav stores (Justice)! Could they be any cuter.....I think not! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Her BFF, Paige,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is also a fashion Diva ...who can put some serious outfits together....I've never seen this child not color coordinated....not even on a bad day. Also....she is the only kid I know that will let me do absolutely anything to her hair and not complain and love whatever I do...that why I love her so much!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lil Bon is now very happy! She is a Bevis Bronco. &lt;/div&gt;
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&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/8939484291935007284-5303857168619737367?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/5303857168619737367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=5303857168619737367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5303857168619737367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/5303857168619737367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/does-she-look-happy.html' title='Does She Look Happy?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SpdCxsde7cI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/TmrOEk5xWr0/s72-c/DSC01928.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6336666334910020621</id><published>2009-08-26T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T19:37:28.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just Sayin.....</title><content type='html'>I'm just gonna take the high road and say this.......if you know me.....please pray for me.

I Might Have To Take Off My Earrings....

I'm Just Sayin!

Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6336666334910020621?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6336666334910020621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6336666334910020621&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6336666334910020621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6336666334910020621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-just-sayin.html' title='I&apos;m Just Sayin.....'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-4274854658767244530</id><published>2009-08-23T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:08:33.858-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Gonna Buy Myself Something "Real Nice"!</title><content type='html'>I don't know what movie I heard it in, but I think that Sally Fields said that she was gonna buy hereself something real nice.....in a southern voice in one of my favorite movie's. This Migraine/Veritgo situation has put a total major stop in me shopping....one thing that I love to do most.  You know one thing that will cure the, " I don't feel so good" is a little retail therapy....I tell ya Girlz....it can really do it for me. But since my Birdie May veritigo spells has come up on me....I have been only able to last long enough to get the kids necessities for school and then...I'm floatin so bad...I have to go home.

I miss shopping and taking my time.

This is not normal. I have taken my medication and it is not wor..KING....as Madea would put it! And the kicker is that...when I put on my glasses ....it makes everything worse....so I can't do any of the following:

Make jewelry...and Bead.....cuz I need my glasses.
Can't read my book......cuz I need my glasses.

That pretty much sums up what I do in my spare minutes at home. I don't feel like talking on the phone because anything "loud" really bothers me. I am very sensitive to "noise" at the moment. I can't clean because when I bend over and come back up it makes me dizzy. I have caught up on all the wash. 

Might I add that there is no good programming on T.V. My favorite night of T.V is Monday night because my favorite show is "The Closer"  I just love love it. And then...Saving Grace....yes I am an a TNT watcher. 

I need prayers from all my Sista's so.....if you can.....please say an extra one for me. And to my friend Shawn...I have you a Birthday present for you....and if Idon't get it to you soon....I'm gonna wear it. In fact ....you might want to come and see me...just to get it....so I won't!

Hugs to you all! If anyone is having trouble leaving a comment please email me at &lt;a href="mailto:SoulSista16@gmail.com"&gt;SoulSista16@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.

Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-4274854658767244530?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/4274854658767244530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=4274854658767244530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4274854658767244530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/4274854658767244530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-gonna-buy-myself-something-real-nice.html' title='I&apos;m Gonna Buy Myself Something &quot;Real Nice&quot;!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-1487978073081887426</id><published>2009-08-21T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:13:07.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle School Migraine....</title><content type='html'>Sorry to you Sista's...

But this Soul Sista has been down with severe migraine. So severe that I had to see a specialist at Tampa General this past Wednesday......I thought I had vertigo....but apparently the Dr. said I am not hormonal afterall! WHO KNEW! Apparently I am having severe migraines that can actually cause vertigo. And I thought it was just my Boo...Middle Schooler...who apparently knows everything .....and I know absolutely nothing! Yes ...they gave me a shot I was so bad!!

Countdown has begun.....school starts Tuesday! No more fighting or talking back at least during the hours I am at work. PTL!

I just got home from 8th Grade Middle School Open House. Yes....I totally embarrassed my son, by yelling a big ole... Woooo Hooooo...when his P.E. Coach said he ran Track N Field for the University of Florida Gators. In fact...it came out so fast...I embarrass myself.

I'm Just Sayin....

Girlz.....I am still officially floatin......so if any of you are in the area and see me driving....don't be like ROZ and BE SCARED and Call GARY....it's just your Sista with a little bit of Vertigo. I promise I won't try and run you off the road...but if I do...I'm sorry ahead of time.

And might I add....what's wrong with a grown woman like myself still lovin to shop for some
school supplies. I am addicted to pretty paper and tablets and pens and cute folders.....Houston we do have a problem.....! I need a laptop bag...but can't find a cute one still. Been on Etsy....everywhere and still have yet to find one. Someone just find me one and send it to me please!

My medication is obviously kickin in so I must quit babblin.....ya'll pray for me. Cuz you all know
I pray for you....my sweet sista's!

Peace out!
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-1487978073081887426?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/1487978073081887426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=1487978073081887426&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1487978073081887426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/1487978073081887426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/middle-school-migraine.html' title='Middle School Migraine....'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-8872237643154599370</id><published>2009-08-16T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T20:55:41.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandisa's At My Church....And I'm Not There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sister's Nothing could be sadder for me to know that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mandisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was at my church this morning and I am laid up in bed with vertigo. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...I use to think vertigo was for old people...that's of course until I got it! My stepfather's mama, Ms. Birdie May had vertigo and she was quite up there in age...and she was the only person I've ever know to have it. This is what she used to say and I can hear it like it was yesterday...bless her soul! " My vertigo has got me today"! I use to smile and act like I understood what it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mean't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ...I mean being she was older and all...I didn't want to question her...I just shook my head and told her that I was sorry to hear it. She is with Jesus now ...but I know what she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mean't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mandisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! My peeps tried to get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to call me from church so I could hear her singing but he didn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;succomb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to the pressure. I wish he would have! I didn't know that she was coming..not that it would have made a difference, because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;' like missing church and I would have been there if I was up to it...for sure. Oh well....I know she was a blessing to many and I will see her somewhere else. Last time she was in town I got to interview her for a few minutes and she signed a book and a had my picture made with her....I will have to find that one.
&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Anywho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;....I just found out that my favorite worship leader, Travis &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cottrell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was a Disney the same day that my sister Jennifer and I were last week. And the funny thing is that he was at Liberty Tavern watching one of his singers debut with her rendition of "Summertime" in the President's hall. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...my sister laughed when I mentioned that we should take the kids over to get some education while at Disney....she rolled her eyes at me and said, " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Naw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Girl"!
I want you to know if we would have ran into Travis while at Disney....we would have both gone completely rock star crazy! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; know I' don't get excited about too many folks....but let's just say we would not have been a good example for the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;chiren&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"!! I can't wait to tell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Je&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;n....she's gonna flip! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Well, gotta go for now, but I am looking for someone who will go to Orlando with me the first week of October to see Beth Moore and Travis. I hoping to hook up with Travis for a quick interview for Olivia's show...she doesn't know that yet.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ya'll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; be blessed and have a great week and pray that my vertigo' takes a leave of absence!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;
Peace Out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Sista's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Debi&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8872237643154599370?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8872237643154599370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8872237643154599370&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8872237643154599370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8872237643154599370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/mandisas-at-my-churchand-im-not-there.html' title='Mandisa&apos;s At My Church....And I&apos;m Not There!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-2241187984075564068</id><published>2009-08-14T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T19:12:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O YES SHE DID.....TALKED RIGHT THRU IT!!</title><content type='html'>O yes My Sista's....Little Bon ...was given the "silly air" for the removal of 5 permanent teeth extracted this morning...and you could guess...she talked all the way through it. The dental assistant came out to let us know how she was doing and she was laughing. I said, "Is she ok?"

Her response, " O yes ma'am she's back there saying she felt like she is floating but she was telling us all about her horse..."Princess". At that point three of the teeth were already taken out! Also...she said, "She has requested to take home all the teeth so the tooth fairy would "double up" and feel sorry for her and possibly give her more. The last sentence....she said with a very sly grin....as in...uhmmmm......maybe they will pony it up and give me some extra since I'm going thru all this pain....and I KNOW there isn't a tooth fairy....let me see how this pan's out!

She has been planting seeds about that ever since she got home......with the sly grin and squinted eyes. O what would I do without my Little Bon....she drives me completely insane and makes me laugh all in the same breath. She wanted to know afterwards if we could go to KOHLS and shop for some new makeup and perfume. O YES SHE DID!

I'm tellin you rightnow that these were some of the biggest teeth with roots that I have ever seen. No wonder she didn't have any room for them in her mouth. I would show you but I'm too tired for all of the technical part of posting the pic...do please forgive.

Yes....it's been a day. I have been driving all over town with Vertigo...I haven't had a wreck but I'm sure I've caused a few! Not really....it's strange how sometimes it's really bad and other times it's not. I will see a specialist next week...not to worry.

Guess I'm headed to Kohls in the morning. Ya"ll have a great weekend.

Peace out!
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It's really been a crazy two days. My Little Bon has been feeling bad bad bad. She is never sick ....but her Molars came in and the tooth in front of it has a bracket on it and it made it absess so she has been in a lot of pain. She will have to have four permanent teeth extracted in the morning. She is fearfully crazy when it comes to shots...so I am hoping the "silly air" puts her to sleep prior to getting it done. The Soulmate is going with me.....and what a surprise tonight as my 13 yr old, Boo, said he wanted to be with her as well. I said..."who are you and what have you done with my son?" He usually drives her crazy by throwing her in the pool and making her scream just so he can laugh.

Yes it was a touching moment! We'll see how it goes. All of the sudden Boo wants to cut the grass. This is my child who has asthma but wants to make extra money for who knows what. I have a yard service which is my friends hubby's company. Dilemma. For another time.

During the above drama....I have had vertigo...which has made me very sick. I was in Wally World with the kids on Wednesday buying school supplies and it hit me again....I gave Boo the list to finish up Little Bon's list, which he completed might nicely...I might add! I headed to the rest room trying not to embarrass my children by losing it on the supplies aisle....get to the bathroom and it was a false alarm. With a cold rag to my head...I muddle my way back towards to the peeps and on the way back.....there are huge bends of sale items for like 15 cents. All of this sale stuff for school was in the back of the store...no where near the supplies.

O YES I DID! Put some of those 2.97 notebook spirals back and loaded up on the 15 cent ones.
Why would Wally World do that?  The notebook paper was cheap too. I could not get over it. You know I have to share a bargain. Sick or not sick I was on the supply aisle telling everyone to head toward the bathrooms. Sam Walton would be ashamed of his employees for that! Boo had finished up everything and took the basket for me to the checkout lady and did the rest! He comes through for me all the time. I am so proud of him.

We get to the car and head home....I'm driving down bloomingdale and pull in our development at the gate and this time it was not a false alarm.....I lose my cookies right there next to the guard shack right in front of about 10 people waiting in line to get into the neighborhood. Boo brought me a napkin ....he was so sweet.

I get back in the car and head home ....at least I didn't embarrass them in the store.

It's been very eventful around here. Please say a prayer for my Little Bon in the morning. And I hope you all have a blessed weekend.

Peace Out!
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-8252730274679930011?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/8252730274679930011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=8252730274679930011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8252730274679930011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/8252730274679930011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/surprises-from-peeps.html' title='Surprises From The Peeps!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-7060148129012405386</id><published>2009-08-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T21:52:39.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sista's....Answer Me Fast....Ain't Too Proud to Beg?</title><content type='html'>The Soulmate called me today from work and he sounded a little fretful...it kinda scared me at first.  I said, "What's wrong?" He said, " Nothing...do you have a minute to talk." Kinda sorta maybe...Geez I thought something was wrong with one of the peeps! He said no ....but I have to know something pretty quick. Now I'm really worried. He said we have been invited by one of his vendors to go on a Carribean Cruise late October but we have to tell them like in two days if we can go.

Ok...there's nothing more exciting than trying to find someone to keep your children for 7 days while school is in session...and have it all wrapped up in two days. Yes .....that really make me feel like going somewhere. I just think I might would rather stay home than have to get everything organized in order to be away for 7 days while my kids are in school.

Hey ....but it is a free all expense paid trip... it makes me want to at least try....right. so here's where the dilemma begins.

We would be gone on Halloween! Friends...I have to tell you I have never in my life been away from my peeps on Halloween and the thought of it just makes me feel really bad. I just love Halloween. I know that may sound strange coming from a crazy sideways adult but Halloween was always a happy time because it was my Daddy's Birthday and we always always had fun.  I acutally think I like it more than my kids and it's not even because of the candy. It's just silly fun!

So I need to hear from all of you Sista's on what I should do. Please keep in mind my son, Boo is 13 and rides the bus......but my daughter, Lil Bon is 9, and I have to drive her to school about 20 miles away, but not really a bad drive!

Help! I need answers fast!

Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7060148129012405386?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7060148129012405386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7060148129012405386&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7060148129012405386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7060148129012405386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/sistasanswer-me-fastaint-too-proud-to.html' title='Sista&apos;s....Answer Me Fast....Ain&apos;t Too Proud to Beg?'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-2118007864241331655</id><published>2009-08-08T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T20:55:33.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Have I Posted About Football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sn5Ifk9t4oI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EH71Uhgj7Fs/s1600-h/48538300-08045019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367807513207890562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sn5Ifk9t4oI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EH71Uhgj7Fs/s400/48538300-08045019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hey to you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sista's&lt;/span&gt;,

Now if any of you know me at all....you are very aware that some sports just bore me! Maybe it's not as boring as it is HOT if you play a sport here in Florida, but I was inspired by watching the Football Hall of Fame that was on tonight with the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SoulMate&lt;/span&gt;". I love storytelling so this was better to me than watching a football game. I thought is was incredible because you get to hear about the player what they do ON and OFF the field.

I was totally inspired by a Football Hall of Fame inductee named Rod Woodsman. The first thing out of his mouth was, "I have to thank God first and foremost because without him I would be nothing". Then He said, "I believe in Jesus Christ and have accepted him as my personal Savior".

I know you hear people and many football players thank God from time to time (mainly after a championship of some sort) but this was heartfelt and totally genuine. He went on to speak of incredible mentors that influenced him at an early age and guide him through his adolescence that kept him on a straight and narrow path. He thanked each one of them publicly.

I have to tell you I've never been so interested in watching football in my life. He was an amazing speaker and I am here to tell you that he made me want to get up and shout. All that was missing was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mandisa&lt;/span&gt; coming out to sing a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Halleighleueeer&lt;/span&gt; song"! In fact, they needed a little music intertwined in that program ...as I said out loud to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soulmate&lt;/span&gt; as he rolled his eyes at me. Which begs me to ask the question....."Why don't the commentators spotlight more players prior to the game? Unless you are a die hard fan to you get to know people on a certain level....like Tim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tebow&lt;/span&gt;....he's easy to follow. They always do it in college ball...but not the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pro's&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tebow's&lt;/span&gt; parents were missionaries and he's traveled with them his whole entire life...not only that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Tebow&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homeschooled&lt;/span&gt;. ( That's a whole topic for blogging right there....can't you just Larry the Cable guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sayin&lt;/span&gt; that line!?

Can you actually believe that? I didn't believe it when I first heard it but it's true. If I had to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; my children......I would need some medication. We use to attend a church years ago that had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; kids in our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;children's&lt;/span&gt; drama department. My son, Boo, was eight years old when he asked me to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;home school&lt;/span&gt; him. I can't even imagine the look I gave him. I said,"I can't even get you to get your homework done before your Dad gets home....and you want to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;home schooled&lt;/span&gt;. Well.....PTL...that never happened.

I just felt the need to post about that football guy tonight...I still am just amazed by it.
If I find him on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;youtube&lt;/span&gt; talking about it...I will put it on so you all can enjoy it as much as I did!
Maybe I can at least find a picture of him. Yay...I found it!

Have a great Sunday!

&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Debi&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/8939484291935007284-2118007864241331655?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/2118007864241331655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=2118007864241331655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2118007864241331655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2118007864241331655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/never-have-i-posted-about-football.html' title='Never Have I Posted About Football!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sn5Ifk9t4oI/AAAAAAAAAIk/EH71Uhgj7Fs/s72-c/48538300-08045019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3998122349128737275</id><published>2009-08-05T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T19:39:18.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney Blisters!!</title><content type='html'>I never thought I would have to say this.....but I am Disney'd Out! My sweet sis, Jenny, and her peeps (and her soulmate) were here this weekend from Tennessee visiting. My adorable nephews have never been to....( as Jonah...put it...) Disney Word! He's so cute it ain't even funny..with his cute little dimples!

But my friends I am here to tell you ...I don't think Jesus wants anyone to be a Disney for 12 hours. I have blisters to prove it. Yes I wore proper shoe attire and anyway you look at it...12 hours of anything must automatically just give them to you. I must say that WE DID A LOT!! And Space Mountain and Splash Mountain were closed......can somebody get Roy Disney on the phone. Little Bon was disappointed....only because she more than likely she had finally beat the height requirement for Space Mountain. However, she did get to ride Thunder Mountain RailRoad with Uncle Todd....so it wasn't a total bust.

Some things just don't change at Disney...and might I politely add that the Country Bears Jamboree needs a Ty Pennington Makeover.  It was down right embarrassing. I have to tell you that it was so hot that when we got there that my sister Jen and I felt a little dizzy queasy....so we thought that food was in order within the first 15 minutes of arrival. It was .....HOT SICK! I don't think I have ever been that HOT in my life. I wanted to take a picture of Jen....but I couldn't stop laughing at her long enough to do it. The look on her face ...was priceless! She didn't want to be there either...but we both suffered through it! The boys had a great time.....and they got to do just about everything they wanted.

I loved seeing their little faces light up! They were so much fun...even if I have Disney Blisters...it was worth it to see them have a great time. And today.....I have a Disney Migraine....that will not seem to lift...even with medication....something is very wrong here. Yes I ordered TakeOutButler! A friend of mine has a new business in the Brandon, Riverview and FishHawk area that will bring food right to your door from some really great restaurants. Please give him a shout &lt;a href="http://www.takeoutbutler.com/"&gt;www.TakeOutButler.com&lt;/a&gt;

Pray for me,
Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3998122349128737275?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3998122349128737275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3998122349128737275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3998122349128737275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3998122349128737275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/disney-blisters.html' title='Disney Blisters!!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-2720540139336228318</id><published>2009-08-01T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T13:40:19.019-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend Shawn is Swappin It!</title><content type='html'>Hey Girlz,
My friend Shawn is having a Swap and for the two of you that don't know her...she's  CRRAZZZYYY! And I promise you that if she's havin it....you will definitely want to take part. In fact...my fingers and legs are crossed hopin that she's my swappin partner! GO over and check it out at &lt;a href="http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-swappin-time.html"&gt;http://seriously-shawn.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-swappin-time.html&lt;/a&gt;.

I don't have a winner because no one entered.  The days not over so if you see this and enter before midnight tonight ....you could just win hands down. Go figure!

Have a blessed day!

Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-2720540139336228318?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/2720540139336228318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=2720540139336228318&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2720540139336228318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/2720540139336228318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-friend-shawn-is-swappin-it.html' title='My Friend Shawn is Swappin It!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-3429137770591318854</id><published>2009-07-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T16:14:26.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flower Vintage Bali Bracelet...Just A Example Of What You Can Win'/><title type='text'>Soul Sista Giveaway For July 27th-31st!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sm4xhAZs0CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PkHTH8lYVjE/s1600-h/DSC01792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363278649358077986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sm4xhAZs0CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PkHTH8lYVjE/s400/DSC01792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So....Sista's ....I know what it's like to be on the hunt.....for that perfect piece of accessory for that dress that you want to wear to church next week. You can't find a thing.....right? Well...you've come to the right place to enter to win a custom design piece .....just for you!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's How You Can Increase Your Chances to Win:
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Sign up and be a follower! If your already one...send someone else and tell them "you sent them"!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Put a photo and link up to my blog of this week's Giveaway!
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Be creative and email me what you haven't been able to find. Necklace or bracelet .....it's your choice Sista!!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Tell me how you've encouraged or blessed someone this week!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Blog about it on your site and let me know about it!
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&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is something I am so excited about this week! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't wait to hear back from you all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have Fun and leave your information in my comments box below....or you can email me at &lt;a href="mailto:SoulSista16@gmail.com"&gt;SoulSista16@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;! Have a blessed week and Good Luck to ALL!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-3429137770591318854?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/3429137770591318854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=3429137770591318854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3429137770591318854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/3429137770591318854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/07/soul-sista-giveaway-for-july-27th-31st.html' title='Soul Sista Giveaway For July 27th-31st!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/Sm4xhAZs0CI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PkHTH8lYVjE/s72-c/DSC01792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-6466365690294815446</id><published>2009-07-24T19:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T20:14:23.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Soul Sista Giveaway Goes... To Suzie Q!</title><content type='html'>Hey Sista's!

Thank you to everyone that entered for the Soul Sista Giveaway last week! The winner is Suzie Q! Thank  you Suzie Q for following my blog! GIRL....I will mail your "Purdy" on Monday! If you can email me your address that would be great to www.SoulSista16@gmail.com

Be sure and check out what I am giving away next Friday!! Encourage your friends to join in and if you post it on your blog you get two extra entries!! SO PASS IT ON MY GIRLZ!

Please make sure and be creative of what you've been dying to find, "Jewelry Wise" and haven't been able to find....then tell me what it is by emailing me for your chance to enter "Week 2" of the Soul Sista Giveaway!

Ya"ll have a blessed weekend and I will share more tomorrow!

Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-6466365690294815446?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/6466365690294815446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=6466365690294815446&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6466365690294815446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/6466365690294815446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-soul-sista-giveaway-goes-to-suzie-q.html' title='And The Soul Sista Giveaway Goes... To Suzie Q!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8939484291935007284.post-5293173169347562076</id><published>2009-07-22T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T19:41:42.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 9-Year Old Has A Bucket List.....Say What?</title><content type='html'>Hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sista's&lt;/span&gt;!
My sassy "Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;" comes up with things...from who knows where! On our morning drive to camp this week....she just blurts out ...."I'm really mad about something!"
And here is how the story goes....

Me: "Why are you mad Baby?"

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: " Because I don't get to cross out one of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;thangs&lt;/span&gt;" on my Bucket List!

Me:  What...did you say? I thought I was hearing "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thangs&lt;/span&gt;"!

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: She said, "I SAID.....that I don't get to cross out one of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thangs&lt;/span&gt; on my Bucket List!"

Me: What are you doing with a Bucket List....and where did you hear about a Bucket List?

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: " Duh.......with you last summer!"

Me: I said you most certainly did not!

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah....don't you remember when Daddy and Boo went up to Boston for Lacrosse Championships and you and I stayed at the Swan Hotel in Orlando with Olivia?

Me: Yes ..."I" remember watching it with Olivia after you fell asleep!

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;" WELL...I wasn't asleep...I saw the whole thing and NOW I have a Bucket List!

Me: What's on your Bucket List that you can't check off?

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: "I wanted to meet Michael Jackson so he could teach me how to do the moon walk....but
now I can't!  ( Like that was really going to happen!)

Me: I said..."I'm sorry maybe we can rent one of his dance videos anyway! What else was on your Bucket List?

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: Well....Paige (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bon's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;!) and I have the same things on our list, and we have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;parasailing&lt;/span&gt; on there and jumping out of a plane...

Me: "As in Skydiving!"

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: Yeah....the only thing is that Paige said I had to go first and she would piggyback on to my back so she wouldn't be scared!

Me: Is that all that's on your list?

&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt;: No....Paige and I want to meet the Jonas Brothers! There's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; of other things on there but I can't remember the rest....it's hidden in my room ...just in case.

Is it normal for a 9 year old to have a Bucket List? I think NOT! But now I feel like it was all my fault that she's even got a list because we thought she was asleep! I even asked Olivia today at the station.....wasn't she asleep?  She acted like she was sleeping! Oh well.....maybe we should all make a Bucket List when we're small so we have TIME to DO IT ALL!

My Little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Bon&lt;/span&gt; cracks me up. She comes up with more "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;thangs&lt;/span&gt;" than anyone could ever imagine! She's mature  WAY BEYOND her years! I want to protect her from this big ole world that has these kids today wanting to act grown and look grown ....way to soon for me. If it was up to me she would still be wearing her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Strausburg&lt;/span&gt; smocked dresses! Can I get an AMEN!

I have to tell you that I thank Jesus everyday for both of my kids knowing God's true love for them. They both know the Lord and carry HIS words in their hearts. They both have accepted Jesus into their hearts and have been Baptized. So ....she has a Bucket List......so maybe I need a Bucket List! As long as we know WHERE WE'RE GOING I guess it really doesn't matter!

What's on Your Bucket List?

Be Blessed In Christ!
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Most of you know by now that the vintage Cuff bracelet giveaway ends this Friday.....so please make sure you if you haven't entered please do so!

Also ...&lt;strong&gt;Coming up next week.....July 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-31st....I am having another Jewelry Giveaway that will be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Soul Sista&lt;/span&gt; Custom Order.  &lt;/strong&gt;Yes....girlz.....you heard me right. You tell me what you've been dying to have but can't find....and I will do my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Soul Sista&lt;/span&gt; best go give it a whirl! Just tell me if you want a bracelet or a necklace and tell me what colors you would like it to be! Also, please leave me your email address so I will be able to contact you in case you are the winner. You can leave me a comment below or email me your request at &lt;a href="mailto:SoulSista16@gmail.com"&gt;SoulSista16@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;.

Most of you Soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Sista's&lt;/span&gt; know that I love jewelry of all kinds and I recently ran across the coolest designer! Her name is Erin and she owns &lt;a href="http://www.thevintagepearl.com/"&gt;www.thevintagepearl.com&lt;/a&gt; ! I love love her goodies...if you order please make sure you told her that I sent you in the comment box!

Have a Great day in the Lord this Week!

Debi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8939484291935007284-7043113238693897685?l=girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/feeds/7043113238693897685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8939484291935007284&amp;postID=7043113238693897685&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7043113238693897685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8939484291935007284/posts/default/7043113238693897685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlzasoulsista.blogspot.com/2009/07/gearing-up-for-another-soul-sista.html' title='Gearing Up For Another Soul Sista Jewelry Giveaway!'/><author><name>Debi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10129014887637959058</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qSlOzepR3wM/SvzBfcQFFEI/AAAAAAAAAPw/xAhK3E6dZuE/S220/Debi+10-09.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
