<?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-6847040127681856696</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:08:28.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The St. Pierre Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-8949911993518035893</id><published>2010-12-12T19:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T19:48:14.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How Sweet and Unexpected</title><content type='html'>We have been planning on putting our Christmas tree up for a few weeks, but just did it tonight. Norm is at work (he was supposed to set it up and we'd decorate) but the kids wanted to put the tree up tonight. So I tild them to clean the living room... and they did. I said we had to vacuum..so Lilli did. I said I didn't feel like dragging the box for the tree out...so they did it. And so we put it up and went through and got enough lights working. We put up the ornaments we had hooks for. We just put up whatever was out here in the one Christmas box, but it turned out pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then we do the grand lighting and...they get up on a stool and sing "We Wish You&amp;nbsp;A Merry Christmas" and then "Jingle Bells". First of all, I have never taught them a carol, any carol that I can remember, so I didn't know they knew&amp;nbsp; "We Wish You&amp;nbsp;A Merry Christmas" . Also they sang the real version of jingle bells, not the "batman smells " version. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a video camera to record them swaying and singing together out of the blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-8949911993518035893?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/8949911993518035893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=8949911993518035893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8949911993518035893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8949911993518035893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-sweet-and-unexpected.html' title='How Sweet and Unexpected'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-3563221798616382155</id><published>2010-12-01T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T10:45:30.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Should Have Done</title><content type='html'>1. Updated my blog more: I'm trying right&amp;nbsp;now, geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; Posted this picture for Kasey to see.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZhI3TMg_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/npSzi1-OYY8/s1600/GEDC0556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZhI3TMg_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/npSzi1-OYY8/s320/GEDC0556.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;2a.&amp;nbsp; Also I should have painted the frames. Dad doesn't know what color or how he wants them. When I finish doing my craft corner, and moving the pictures from that wall elsewhere, then I will be able to format his picture wall into a beautiful, multi-inclusive, viewing area. I think these frames will be black with blue scroll thingies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cleaned off my dresser. It is really tall with crap. The top of the dresser is maybe three feet tall, and there is easily another foot and a half of stuff. It weighs on me daily, but it doesn't weigh enough yet; obviously,&amp;nbsp;or I would have done it by now.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;4. Made Lilli go to the Belleview Tree Lighting with her Girl Scout Troop. The reason is because Sage and I went and we took the cutest picture and she should have been there. Let me show you: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZjoadNogI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aC4nDHdKaso/s1600/GEDC0735.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZjoadNogI/AAAAAAAAAFY/aC4nDHdKaso/s320/GEDC0735.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He thinks he was dressed like Santa. He asks to dress in his Santa costume all the time now. But that is not his best costume this year. Here are a few pictures of my kids in costume leading to... &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;5. Posted Halloween pictures: My kids were soooo cute this year and after Halloween Sage got another costume that is AWESOME. You'll see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZlU--Z07I/AAAAAAAAAFg/zOj986joHtA/s1600/GEDC0663.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZlU--Z07I/AAAAAAAAAFg/zOj986joHtA/s320/GEDC0663.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lilli at School, she took the camera.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZloP0CvvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/riQ1fx5UZ98/s1600/GEDC0691.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZloP0CvvI/AAAAAAAAAFo/riQ1fx5UZ98/s320/GEDC0691.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sage and Lilli doing this thing (jousting kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;They were told they were too small to do it, but Sage cried and the lady let them try. Lilli won.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZmVGaFugI/AAAAAAAAAFw/APDdsvygtzs/s1600/GEDC0683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZmVGaFugI/AAAAAAAAAFw/APDdsvygtzs/s320/GEDC0683.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sage the Clone Trooper&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZlMZRJJ7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/phFAwYrteUA/s1600/GEDC0633.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZlMZRJJ7I/AAAAAAAAAFc/phFAwYrteUA/s320/GEDC0633.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lilli the Gothic Cheerleader&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZs-eMOE-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/JVI7rV6chlo/s1600/GEDC0706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZs-eMOE-I/AAAAAAAAAF4/JVI7rV6chlo/s320/GEDC0706.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sage is Hiccup from &lt;em&gt;How to Train Your Dragon.&lt;/em&gt; He wore this costume everywhere for two days. Playing , grocery store, almost to school but they have rules. Lilli got the Astrid costume but is saving it for next year. &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="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-3563221798616382155?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/3563221798616382155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=3563221798616382155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/3563221798616382155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/3563221798616382155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-i-should-have-done.html' title='Things I Should Have Done'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/TPZhI3TMg_I/AAAAAAAAAFU/npSzi1-OYY8/s72-c/GEDC0556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-8719774004546717305</id><published>2010-04-11T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T20:17:26.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The ending of an Era sort of</title><content type='html'>Last August (2009) I was watching The O.C. on the Soap Network because we had it free for a month on&amp;nbsp;a promotional basis. Well I had gotten to a point somewhere near when I stopped watching it originally, like when it&amp;nbsp;had been&amp;nbsp;New, on&amp;nbsp;weekly (or whatever airing schedule it had) and I was really interested to find out how it all came out. I knew from tabloids that Misha Barton left the show (why? I don't have a clue) Anyway the promotion ended. I looked everywhere for this stinkin show. I found it on a Japanese website with Japanese subtitles and English spoken dialog, All the little episode captions were in Japanese. I thought it was funny how much trouble I went through to follow through with these guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPOILER ALERT IN CASE YOU HAVEN'T SEEN IT BUT WANT TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's like the third season. Marissa and Ryan were dating I think,&amp;nbsp;yeah I don't remember what happened in what season.&amp;nbsp;At the end of the third season Marissa dies in a car accident in Ryans arms. The fourth season starts and everyone in the family, but the show for that matter is split up in some way. Ryan doesn't live with his family, Summer is at college and all tree-hugger, Seth is at home or something but not in college, Marissa's sister, Kaitlin,&amp;nbsp;is back from prep school, Taylor Townsend is back from "abroad" Paris, I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well I watch this very awesome season, like the best of the four and I got so attached and involved in all their fake lives. By the end I am so happy that Taylor and Ryan decide to work it out, and&amp;nbsp;the Cohens&amp;nbsp;get their house in Berkley, and have&amp;nbsp;the baby (Sandy and Kirsten)and the wedding there (Julie and Ryan's dad Frank's wedding) and it's all so happy and wrapped up. And then nothing. I mean it was the series finale. For days or maybe even weeks I pined over these fake characters who have been off the air for like 5 years or more by then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I was so sad and pathetic, you have no idea. Who gets all emotionally involved with their tv shows? I still think about them from time to time. I may even buy the 4th season (only because I liked the others, but loved the 4th). I just worry that ending the show repeatedly will have a negative effect on me. I can't express in words how heartbroken I was, or what it felt like. SoooSooo sad, but dreary-er. Anyway. I just thought about it again and decided to share my heartbreak at the ending of my favorite season of a show I cared about kind of for around 8-ish years I think. I know it may seem like just another show, and honestly it was for the other seasons, but I miss Ryan and Taylor adn the Cohens and happy endings.&amp;nbsp; How silly that I care, but I still do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-8719774004546717305?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/8719774004546717305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=8719774004546717305' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8719774004546717305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8719774004546717305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2010/04/ending-of-era-sort-of.html' title='The ending of an Era sort of'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-6127283958979507440</id><published>2010-04-07T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T13:49:24.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No more Rainbow</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I pretty much quit my job at Rainbow (a clothing store). There is absolutely nothing wrong with them as far as I am concerned. I got the job because we needed a little extra income and they needed someone they could depend on. My previous neighbor had seen me rush out to go to work at my previous job to cover a shift or fill in or pick up slack on a&amp;nbsp; busy night and was impressed. So when she needed someone and I needed a flexible part-time job we met each others needs. Now Normand has a new job and since his schedule comes out 2 days before it starts it is hard for me to work around. (my schedules are 2 weeks in advance and he can't adjust his to mine). So its just easier for me and for my soon-to-be-previous boss if we don't have to guess at my availability. I will work 3 more shifts I think. There was the option of me just getting a shift every 2 weeks just to keep me active with my discount and as an emergency fill in, but that still keeps me in rotation for Sundays. Sunday is the hardest day for me to get childcare, so I decided to just cut all ties. But I am leaving on good terms so I can still shop there if I choose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to get another job, fulller time and regular daylight weekday hours. That way I can utilize extended day and daycare programs. Sage is getting better about going to babysitters although he insists that he's not a baby, they are just "watching" him. There is a medical research place here in Ocala that I have never applied to and there is some openings at the hospital near by for a phlebotomist. I am going to shoot for those first. In my spare time, I guess I have time to go back to college to prepare for medical school if I so desire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Jobless Ones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-6127283958979507440?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/6127283958979507440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=6127283958979507440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/6127283958979507440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/6127283958979507440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-more-rainbow.html' title='No more Rainbow'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-6151096930489365506</id><published>2010-04-06T13:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T13:06:43.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe Medical School</title><content type='html'>Among other life-changing choices I am considering, going to medical school has come up. Admittedly, this is because Kasey mentioned Garrett is considering that, but I could go to medical school maybe. I am a smart girl. (ironically,&amp;nbsp;I just misspelled almost every word in that last sentence, but not&amp;nbsp;for lack or intelligence, more lack of typing ability).&amp;nbsp;Naturally when considerring medical school I would check into my alma mater, the University of Florida, &lt;em&gt;Go Gators. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not arrogant enough to believe that I am prepared to go to medical school at this time, having been out of the education lifestyle for 6-ish years. I just figured I could hop&amp;nbsp;on the UF website, click medical school, see admissions requirements, and get started sending junk&amp;nbsp;in. UMMM NO. &amp;nbsp;I started looking into it today (having decided yesterday, so [yay!] &amp;nbsp;for enthusiasm).&amp;nbsp; First of all finding a website, or link, or hint toward where to begin was really hard. I am sure it wasn't really, but I don't think today was the day for me to start looking. I am in a cranky, give-uppy kind of mood; like stressed and lazy. So eventually I found something, but the more I looked the more frustrated and discouraged I got. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in college,&amp;nbsp;I made a decision not to try for medical school. I didn't really want to be a doctor. I like lab work, and not dealing with people, only microscopes and microscopic organisms.&amp;nbsp;It is not like I never considered so the opportunity passed me by, but I intentionally decided against it. I don't know what has changed my mind exactly, but I think being a doctor would be cool. I like sciences and medicine and problem solving. I am a good student; Specifically that is what I am good at: studying and testing, and from time to time applying my skills and knowlege. These websites and links suggest that I should have been taking classes and workshops and making a portfolio since my second year of college. Well, needless to say, I do not have even a tenth of what I need.&amp;nbsp; I figured I could present my transcripts, take the MCAT, work on financial aid and be ready for the 2011 class year. No, No, No not even close. I need letter of recommendation (ok, didn't think of it, but expected), maybe a higher GPA would be good, like 3.5 (sure, but not a lot I can do about it) atleast 3 more crazy hard classes: organic chem, biochem, and molecular biology (should have expected, but didn't). That's just the beginning. It&amp;nbsp; looks like if I really wnat to try for Med School it will be a little while and I have to go back for a few classes and prepare. We'll just have to see how much I want this and how for I will go to get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if I get in, it will be when Garrett starts and he can go to UF too and the Strongs can be my neighbors. But I am doing it for me, (if I do it I mean)&amp;nbsp; to be a doctor for me, not just to live by my sister, but it would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-6151096930489365506?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/6151096930489365506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=6151096930489365506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/6151096930489365506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/6151096930489365506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2010/04/maybe-medical-school.html' title='Maybe Medical School'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-8719089066229575210</id><published>2009-04-16T14:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T12:27:34.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Since it's been a while..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;You know, I just don't have anything interesting to write about right now. I figure if I start writing more often again, maybe I will start coming up with things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;How about I tell you about Lilli's first Kindergarten performance. It was February 17, 2009.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;We left extra early, so we decided to have dinner at Denny's first. It was good food. I mean normally, I don't love my Denny's meals. They are usually fine, but this one was good. Here are some pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dIOazxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xU92XjSKxNI/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359725231656722" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dIOazxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xU92XjSKxNI/s200/004.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dDGgBMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jAdpI5Uh4ts/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359723856266434" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dDGgBMI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jAdpI5Uh4ts/s200/003.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6czJflSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KfdqeT6P7UM/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359719573853474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6czJflSI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KfdqeT6P7UM/s200/002.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;So as you may have suspected we arrived at the school late. Leave early=arrive late, that's our motto. I didn't know, but it was a Groundhog's Day Production. All the Kindergarten classes sang songs as individua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;l classes and together as an entire kindergarten entity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I don't think Lilli is in that picture,but that is some of her class. She is the first child covered by t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dqkbCDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/detW_clM4eo/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359734450751538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dqkbCDI/AAAAAAAAAEc/detW_clM4eo/s200/009.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;hat large adult. See the kid with green and yellow on his shirt (Logan) she's just to the left of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;This is during the song all the classes did together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed9CITfeWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pTrmPNygLdI/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325362559931349346" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed9CITfeWI/AAAAAAAAAE0/pTrmPNygLdI/s200/012.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 150px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed9CLeBNgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ITjFunHicT0/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325362560780809730" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed9CLeBNgI/AAAAAAAAAE8/ITjFunHicT0/s200/011.JPG" style="cursor: hand; height: 100px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;There were a million parents there and it was hard to get good pictures. Here's what I got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dVLAfzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/F3ACwpeIppc/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325359728707010354" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dVLAfzI/AAAAAAAAAEU/F3ACwpeIppc/s200/008.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; This is the back of Lilli's teacher, Mrs. Steinman. Lilli is off to her left in a brown shirt next to the kid with the green picture on his shirt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SeeBZ6HtCLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qQmIWCHgaCQ/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325367366487181490" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SeeBZ6HtCLI/AAAAAAAAAFE/qQmIWCHgaCQ/s200/010.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 150px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;In this picture from top left clockwise, Emma, Steven, Peyton, Logan, Lilli.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #d5a6bd;"&gt;I think Peyton is so cute, but Lilli said she's really bad. But she's so cute and pretty.&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/6847040127681856696-8719089066229575210?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/8719089066229575210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=8719089066229575210' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8719089066229575210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8719089066229575210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2009/04/since-its-been-while.html' title='Since it&apos;s been a while..'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/Sed6dIOazxI/AAAAAAAAAEM/xU92XjSKxNI/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-3991953666885100704</id><published>2008-12-26T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T18:42:30.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's talk about Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was good.&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;End of post.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKZLildRHI/AAAAAAAAADU/kQv68Cz0wxQ/s1600-h/100_2755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287957336027907186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKZLildRHI/AAAAAAAAADU/kQv68Cz0wxQ/s200/100_2755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Lilli jumping in Pepere's truck. that was part of the Christmas evening entertainment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; I will tell you about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dec 24t&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;: Christmas Eve: Normand thought it would be cool to cut his hand open so he'd need to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stitches&lt;/span&gt;. He was in the ER (waiting room mostly) for 6 hours. Right through dinner. We didn't have a really special dinner plan, but we probably would have eaten at a table and on plates. It's cool, the kids ate what they love (Lilli-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PBJ&lt;/span&gt;; Sage -Mac and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Chz&lt;/span&gt;; both from the Target cafe) and Norm had Fried chicken from Popeye's and a sub from Subway. I had a soft pretzel with nacho cheese dip and I love that, but usually not as a holiday dinner substitution. We went home, and went right to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Santa came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dec 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;: At 4am both children woke up. Luckily, I had put in the DVD "Space chimps" before I went to bed, so we just started that, and the kids stayed in bed and watched the movie until they fell back to sleep. I guess we got up around 8, but it was by Normand's doing to the best of my recollection. Just to be clear, I was not the first one up or the one to wake everyone. I think I was the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; to last up and out of bed (G-dad was last). Lilli sped through her presents. I kept telling her to slow down, but she got them all open in the time it took Sage to open 1/2 of his. Sage "made out like a bandit" to put it in Norm's words. Mainly he just got a bunch of trucks and trains (and later Airplanes and Helicopters). But he lines them all up and takes them all everywhere he goes. Today, for example, I had to bring them to work with me. I was thinking we'd bring a truck 2 planes a book and a few movies. We ended up bringing 7 large trucks, 1 train, 4 tiny cars, 3 helicopters, and 2 airplanes. Plus the 4 movies and 2 books, and Lilli's stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKYE3Zn77I/AAAAAAAAADM/IFa5hYAZR9I/s1600-h/100_2734.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287956121844707250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKYE3Zn77I/AAAAAAAAADM/IFa5hYAZR9I/s200/100_2734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Though we planned to have a lovely Christmas breakfast, Normand was anxious to get going (out to his parents'). So dad made some cinnamon rolls and bacon (and possibly the rest of breakfast but I didn't see) and the kids ate bacon and I had a roll, then we left. Then we went there, and had some lunch, which was really good. Then we went to Norm's grandma's for a little while, then come back to his parents' and had dinner. We ate lasagna for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; dinner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKZMDjzTPI/AAAAAAAAADc/gJXZCVZTQJw/s1600-h/100_2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287957344879332594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKZMDjzTPI/AAAAAAAAADc/gJXZCVZTQJw/s200/100_2693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Above is Sage playing the drums, really well for a 2 year old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Left: This is Lilli in a tree, like a partridge, but not, and I don't know if it's a pear tree, but maybe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All day, neither child took a nap, so around 8 Sage got too restless and we went home. The kids played a lot and it was an enjoyable day. I have a few cute pictures, but NO FAMILY PICTURES still. Here's one I like. I mean it could be better, but it could be way worse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287955749129670178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKXvK7bziI/AAAAAAAAADE/ni9AM517UIA/s200/100_2747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-3991953666885100704?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/3991953666885100704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=3991953666885100704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/3991953666885100704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/3991953666885100704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/12/lets-talk-about-christmas.html' title='Let&apos;s talk about Christmas.'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SWKZLildRHI/AAAAAAAAADU/kQv68Cz0wxQ/s72-c/100_2755.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-7079371518036894421</id><published>2008-12-11T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T12:46:03.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need more friends</title><content type='html'>It turns out I am so attention deprived that I allowed my husband to think I had been hit by a car so he'd worry about me and be nice to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened was: I was walking Lilli (riding her bike) to the bus stop this morning. There was something going on down one of the cross streets. There were fire trucks and flashing lights, so we were both looking at them. While we were looking down the street we were not looking at where we were going or at each other and she ran me over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me guess, you're thinking "how could a 5 yr old who weighs 31 lbs on a little princess bike hurt you bad enough that you would make your husband worry like that." I will tell you. I got hurt, and I wanted to complain to someone, and he was at work, and I don't know if she hit me or I walked in front of her, but I can't let Lilli think she hurt me badly. So I call him and I say, "don't come home from work or anything, but I was hit while I walked Lilli to the bus stop." So I didn't say "run over", or "car", or ask him to rush home and baby me. I mainly wanted him to know because I thought I really had broken my hand. After a little while I moved it and decided it wasn't broken but maybe sprained or strained. Point being, I put off housework yesterday with the intention of doing it today, and now I can hardly move my left hand. (it's not as bad now anyway, but it still hurts) So I didn't want him picking on me or being disappointed that I didn't do the dishes or vacuum or whatever else I may have done today if I wasn't injured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was worried, you know, like asking if they stopped and if I called the police and was Sage ok. And I just couldn't say after all that, "no dear, I was just calling to bug you at work, Lilli hit me with her bike" So I let it go. And I let him work for 5 hours worried about me. Then he came home and I was about to write this blog, so I figured I'd better fess up because he can read this as well as anyone, and it's better to come clean early on. So now he's home, and not worried about me, and no one cares anymore that I skinned both hands and a knee and bent the palm of my hand backward a lot further than natural. There were no 'pops' so I am sure I am fine, but now I have to do my chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just had more friends I wouldn't feel the need to create drama. Too bad for Norm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-7079371518036894421?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/7079371518036894421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=7079371518036894421' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/7079371518036894421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/7079371518036894421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-need-more-friends.html' title='I need more friends'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-970741306434067330</id><published>2008-12-10T15:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T15:52:53.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage's awesome hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAqndplkEI/AAAAAAAAACU/gMHs5sgG7Z8/s1600-h/100_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278265620740542530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAqndplkEI/AAAAAAAAACU/gMHs5sgG7Z8/s200/100_2611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAlcIyLr7I/AAAAAAAAACE/XBItjjEUbJ0/s1600-h/100_2611.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check it out... It's hard to see his hair against the dark background, but he's cutest in this picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, Sage needed a hair cut, and though I have known this for a while, it's just never a good time. Mostly because he is only nice and compliant for very short spans of time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I do it spontaneouslywhen he seems to be in a good mood and likely to be able to sit for a few, he's over it by the time I drive the 3 minutes it takes to get to the Barber shop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if I decided I was going to take him to get his hair cut at a particular time, I'd have to wake him at the exact perfect time (which I have not nailed down) and feed him and let him run around just the right amount, so that he'd be happy and just worn out enough to sit still for 10 minutes so someone could do his hair. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot create these perfect conditions yet, so I cut his hair myself over the course of an entire day, little by little, until I am pleased with my progress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAsBwUouOI/AAAAAAAAACc/OWa1g6ihiKc/s1600-h/100_2625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278267171941169378" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAsBwUouOI/AAAAAAAAACc/OWa1g6ihiKc/s200/100_2625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have wanted to give him a mohawk since he was born. I have held off, this entire 2 1/2 years. Since his hair was pretty long (as far as I am concerned with letting my son's hair get), I wanted his hair cut to leave some length so maybe it would be a little curly and cute. Unfortunately, I do not have hair-cutting skills, or proper equipment, like hair scissors or clippers or even a good comb. But I do have access to a beard trimmer and some semi-sharp scissors, so I make it work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, his hair is not a mohawk-cut really. It's more of a toupee-cut. You know, like it's shaved down to a 1 on the sides up to the part around the crwon of his head, then it's all long and able to be a comb-over or something. The entire idea makes me laugh. I just style it all sticking up and pulled to the center. BTW-- Can you suggest a gel that is strong but doesn't leave white flakes if it gets moved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so that's Sage's awesome hair.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAlbxNcieI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xQSLD7toJgY/s1600-h/100_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278259922274650594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAlbxNcieI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xQSLD7toJgY/s200/100_2621.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAlbxNcieI/AAAAAAAAAB8/xQSLD7toJgY/s1600-h/100_2621.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-970741306434067330?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/970741306434067330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=970741306434067330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/970741306434067330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/970741306434067330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/12/sages-awesome-hair.html' title='Sage&apos;s awesome hair'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SUAqndplkEI/AAAAAAAAACU/gMHs5sgG7Z8/s72-c/100_2611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-5431426281927990804</id><published>2008-11-03T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:44:14.288-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween was so...boring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SRR9i-uITtI/AAAAAAAAABk/YrWQfyRYyTQ/s1600-h/100_2572.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265971904208457426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SRR9i-uITtI/AAAAAAAAABk/YrWQfyRYyTQ/s320/100_2572.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SRR9imFLEQI/AAAAAAAAABc/bIYRgKVQtdM/s1600-h/100_2575+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265971897594220802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SRR9imFLEQI/AAAAAAAAABc/bIYRgKVQtdM/s320/100_2575+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids were kind of a pain this year. I didn't enjoy Halloween as much as I could have. (I mean, I know it's for them, but I usually have fun too.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who don't want to read on forever, the point is Lilli was the same pirate she was last year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; Sage didn't dress up. There is only one picture, and I don't even know how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longer version: Lilli had a Halloween party with her soccer team on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;, that Sage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;attended&lt;/span&gt; also, but neither dressed up. Norm thought they were still practicing then just having treats so he wouldn't let her dress up. They played some games and hit a pinata and came home with some candy. At school on Friday, they did a "Safe Trick or Treat" around the school and Lilli came home with more candy. She dressed up, but was not interested in putting on the make-up to make herself a pirate-ghost-zombie, before school. I have a picture of what she wore to school I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night: Lilli had been out playing and had a fit when Norm wouldn't let her go out trick or treating with her friend. He told her to wait for me to get home. She kept throwing her tantrum, and he told her she couldn't go out at all. I overturned that, and got her and Sage ready. She decided against makeup again so we could get going. Sage was supposed to be a member of the SWAT team. His gun and w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alkie-&lt;/span&gt;talkie were in G-dad's van at work with him. His chest plate was fine, and his helmet got cracked but was still fine. He stripped all his gear off and just went out in cargo pants and a shirt with his bucket, dressed up like a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went up and down about 3 streets and then we were done. We have 2 giant bowls of candy anyway, but we had a very weak Halloween experience. The kids were fine with it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had already prepared 2 scrapbook pages for all their wonderful pictures, and I have 1 picture total for the whole event. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;, I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;scrap booking&lt;/span&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/6847040127681856696-5431426281927990804?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/5431426281927990804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=5431426281927990804' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/5431426281927990804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/5431426281927990804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-was-soboring.html' title='Halloween was so...boring'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SRR9i-uITtI/AAAAAAAAABk/YrWQfyRYyTQ/s72-c/100_2572.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-4280720491769244823</id><published>2008-10-16T08:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T09:00:40.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lillianna *Soccer Superstar*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc5e7JbLCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q_jdY-eNZRE/s1600-h/100_2535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257734293414423586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc5e7JbLCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q_jdY-eNZRE/s200/100_2535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc63TWSLoI/AAAAAAAAABE/9uiOHrpCo30/s1600-h/100_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257735811739299458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc63TWSLoI/AAAAAAAAABE/9uiOHrpCo30/s200/100_2529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc519FmTEI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hoRyPHb5ZlQ/s1600-h/100_2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257733508981211474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc4xQ5-QVI/AAAAAAAAAAk/rsi3Fm5jrGY/s320/100_2536.JPG" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lilli plays soccer with the Belleview Soccer Club. Her team is called the Dolphins. We weren't sure if she'd be good at it, but she really is. Her strength is speed and stealing the ball. She can usually get the ball out of a group of feet and start it down the field. They have played 2 games so far, and won both times. Not that winning is the most important thing, but we are happy she won, and she did actually play well. They are the blue team and she's #4 if you can tell her number from any of these pictures. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-4280720491769244823?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/4280720491769244823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=4280720491769244823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/4280720491769244823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/4280720491769244823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/10/lillianna-soccer-superstar.html' title='Lillianna *Soccer Superstar*'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc5e7JbLCI/AAAAAAAAAA0/q_jdY-eNZRE/s72-c/100_2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-5613906615260537439</id><published>2008-10-16T08:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:37:36.428-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sage the Comedian</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc1ULg2ukI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zhUvc2kPF6s/s1600-h/100_2480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257729710782593602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc1ULg2ukI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zhUvc2kPF6s/s200/100_2480.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc1UpFgFDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IbT0Trf8w9o/s1600-h/100_2461.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257729718720926770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc1UpFgFDI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IbT0Trf8w9o/s200/100_2461.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sage is 2 now. He is almost talking well enough to communicate. He does that "parrot thing" where he says anything you say. That's fine when we are trying to teach him words, but very annoying when he laughs like Spongebob. He's also very funny. (Not "also" as in like Spongebob, but as in another one of his qualities) Whenever he asks for anything and you tell him "no" he says, "aw, man!". And whenever someone on TV does some sort of physical comedy, he laughs this really sarcastic, loud laugh and says, "that's funny" as if you had no idea why he laughed.&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/6847040127681856696-5613906615260537439?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/5613906615260537439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=5613906615260537439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/5613906615260537439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/5613906615260537439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/10/sage-comedian.html' title='Sage the Comedian'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPc1ULg2ukI/AAAAAAAAAAU/zhUvc2kPF6s/s72-c/100_2480.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6847040127681856696.post-8181642173802046267</id><published>2008-10-16T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T08:26:16.051-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPcxiPJgwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NZ-frI0-fNE/s1600-h/100_2433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257725554230083682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="198" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPcxiPJgwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NZ-frI0-fNE/s320/100_2433.JPG" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kasey mentioned that I should start a blog so everyone can see my kids and get updates on us without actually having to talk to me. I am sure that this is for my benefit as well as others. Like a one-time announcement that you can hear if you're interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;This picture of Lilli is from some Sunday, maybe in September. She is in Kindergarten now. She's doing really well. Luckily she can't read yet, so I tell her that she has about 3x more homework than she does each day and make her do extra work. It's working very well.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6847040127681856696-8181642173802046267?l=lilliandsage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/feeds/8181642173802046267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6847040127681856696&amp;postID=8181642173802046267' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8181642173802046267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6847040127681856696/posts/default/8181642173802046267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilliandsage.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-beginning.html' title='In the Beginning...'/><author><name>Sunni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09300410457189384978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uRYx1RiKsVU/SPcxiPJgwGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/NZ-frI0-fNE/s72-c/100_2433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
