<?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-1992363831881115347</id><updated>2012-01-23T16:03:08.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the flower of my youth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>120</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-5862720700105188668</id><published>2011-12-25T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T01:51:39.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>This year has been sparse with blog posts. I love to write and so it's a shame for me not to keep my blog up-to-date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all (except those that don't celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays to them). How did that whole debate begin anyway? Can't we all just stop getting offended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I enjoy sweet, cute, wonderful, family photo Christmas postcards, I really miss out when people don't give a little letter of cheer. So here is my not so little letter of cheer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Family and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. 2011 has been a wonderful year. I have done a bit traveling, working, jewelry making, book reading, and a lot of growing, learning, and enjoying life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early in the year I participated in a music recital. Yes, me. My awe inspiring piano teacher, Esther Vasefi somehow talked me into playing a duet with her. Our piece was the Sleeping Beauty Waltz. To brag, my piece was the most complicated of all the piano pieces. To take away from my brag, all the other piano students were under age 7. I was so shy to perform that I didn't invite any friends or family. In retrospect, I wish I had shared this with my loved ones. This experience really shaped my life forever. I was nervous, I messed up, but I did it. And in the doing, I felt so proud of myself and confident. I loved getting applauded and I loved feeling the performer's high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the birth world, I have many exciting advances. I attended only a few births. The most memorable birth was my beautiful niece, Claire. Heather invited me along, only this time as her doula. She opted for a natural birth experience and by golly she did it! Claire was a hefty 9lb something high-ounces baby. I am so proud of Heather. She knew she could do it all along and totally down played it. When the laboring and delivery came along she showed her true colors of woman lioness power. She was calm, composed (mostly), and very strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eldest sister Shelley had a baby girl Shaliese about a month before Heather had Claire. I didn't attend her birth. Lorilyn my second eldest sister did attend. I love it. Women supporting women in labor. I went to Boise in the late of summer and visited the cuteness, Shaliese. It was a mini family vacation. Mom, Dad, Lorilyn and myself all drove up to Idaho to visit Shelley's family. We had a beautiful time. I don't get to see Shelley and her family near enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big time news on the birth front: I'm attending Midwifery school. I started this month. The opportunity just fell into my lap and I said yes. The class is very small. The approach is brand new and very holistic. The program teaches about body, mind, spirit connection and how that affects fertility, pregnancy, and childbirth. I am learning so much and it's only been three weeks of classes! I am loving it immensely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a bit creative this year with my jewelry making. I started making feather earrings. Real feathers! They are lovely. I am in love with all of the earrings. Unfortunately, the selling hasn't been going well. One boutique opted out last minute and the other doesn't really have much feather earring traffic. So...it leaves me with many feather earrings and no return on creativity/investment. But I am so pleased with the product that I could care less about sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends/clients is a well renowned author and Dr of psychology. She and I do trades. She receives massage and I receive sand tray therapy. Once a week for the past 4 months I have been receiving professional counseling and it's really fun. She works with the sub-conscious so I do most of the discovering and realizations. I love it so much that she is going to teach me the ropes! She normally teaches sand tray therapy to psychologists, social workers and alike but has offered to instruct me. In Utah sand tray therapy requires certification only (not licensing). I will be adding another tool to my box of modalities. And a modality I have experienced and feel passionate about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among my most memorable past times of 2011 was my trip to Arizona. I went for a whole week to visit Jeremy's family and the sunshine. We spent our days hiking, fixing cars, thrifting, and exploring Sedona. We spent our nights having Bored to Death &amp;nbsp;and True Blood marathons, eating turkey leftovers, downloading music, and laughing. Can I express how much I love hanging out with Jeremy? I doubt it. Jadin and Ava are growing like weeds. It must be all the sunshine in AZ.&amp;nbsp;I love being an auntie to many babies and kids I wish were still babies. Time flies when you're watching a child grow. I love them all; related by blood or by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of God relations, I have many wonderful friends who are family to me. I am happy to be surrounded by accepting, loving, funny, and wonderful people. I have always had a special love for my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recognize my many blessings and easy life. I have few&amp;nbsp;monetary&amp;nbsp;struggles. My life is filled with an abundance of conveniences, loved ones, teachers, and growing opportunities. Thank you for being apart of my life and blessing it with your presence. May you also recognize your abundance and keep it flowing through 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. top reads of 2011: Inkheart series, Women, Food, and God by Geneen Roth, and Love is a Mixtape by Rob Sheffield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-5862720700105188668?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5862720700105188668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=5862720700105188668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5862720700105188668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5862720700105188668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2266609151411571444</id><published>2011-11-28T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:52:47.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Break</title><content type='html'>I am in Arizona for Thanksgiving break. I decided to make a vacation out of it, so I am staying for a week. It's nice and sunny here with occasional bouts of chilly 60 degree weather. I flew in on Thanksgiving morning. Surprisingly Thanksgiving is a really good day to fly. My flight was full, but the airport wasn't very busy.&lt;br /&gt;People were generously happy and even at times, goofy. It reminded me of the nation's happier days. It seems like there has been so much chaos about the TETs (tough economic times). Thanksgiving is the holiday when people are reminded of gratitude and appreciate blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home from the airport was eventful. First of all, Jeremy forgot which of the 9 levels he parked his truck. Luckily we only searched two levels before finding his truck. On the drive home, there was a wreck. The traffic was moving slow as we were going uphill through a mountain range. As per usual, we had the windows down and were rocking out to some music. Our new favorite song, Pumped up Kicks is wildly over played on the radio. We listened to that song two or three times. Imagine us with the windows down, in a traffic jam, busting moves, and occasionally encouraging other drivers to sync radio stations to ours for a party. We were having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly out of nowhere his truck starts to over heat. We were on the side of the road cooling down and one of our fellow drivers pulled over and gave us some anti-freeze. Thank you local citizen. We drove to the next exit which thankfully was a rest stop. Then Lori, Amanda and the kids had to come and pick us up. It was a 40 minute drive so Jeremy and I familiarized ourselves with the rest stop. I took some photos for a group of&amp;nbsp;Taiwanese&amp;nbsp;tourists; we met some dogs and their senior citizen owners; spotted honeybees, cattle, and birds; and we read some AZ trivia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got home dinner was ready.&amp;nbsp;The table was beautifully set with flowers and the feast. It was somewhat weird celebrating Thanksgiving away from home. I am usually in Utah. Amanda and Lori prepared the spread while Jeremy came to the airport to pick me up. As we sat around the table, I realized that we are all adults (minus Jadin and Ava). &amp;nbsp;Here we were eating Thanksgiving dinner, creating traditions, and influencing a new generation. We struggled as a whole about what rituals were to be&amp;nbsp;performed&amp;nbsp;before eating. We&amp;nbsp;unanimously&amp;nbsp;agreed to say at least one thing we were thankful for during our feast. We were all excited to be together and to eat yummy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you spend the holidays with family, friends, or animals the uniting and joyful&amp;nbsp;denominator&amp;nbsp;is love. Love is all there is. We could have been stuck at the rest stop eating vending machine food with a bunch of seniors and dogs and that would have been wonderful. But we lucky enough to be in cozy house with many beloved family members and a feast. Hope your Thanksgiving was filled with love and gratitude, I know mine was :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2266609151411571444?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2266609151411571444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2266609151411571444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2266609151411571444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2266609151411571444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-break.html' title='Thanksgiving Break'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1700118540265426443</id><published>2011-11-02T12:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T12:20:49.855-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKv7xKXv8w/TrGJD55rWwI/AAAAAAAAAig/u8rPETlGtsE/s1600/butterflyfriedit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKv7xKXv8w/TrGJD55rWwI/AAAAAAAAAig/u8rPETlGtsE/s200/butterflyfriedit.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First attempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Thanks to a little site called &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;pinterest,&lt;/a&gt; I decided to have fun butterfly make-up for Halloween. My first attempt was the worst, but still awesome. I was in a rush after work&amp;nbsp;to make it to a fab Halloween party. I put on the make-up at work, by a lamp lit room, trying so hard not to make a mess. In my haste, I neglected to arrange for my wings, but in hindsight the make-up was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, on Sunday,&amp;nbsp;we had a little&amp;nbsp;family Halloween get-together. Heather's kids wanted to show off their costumes. I also wanted to show off my new make-up tricks. Long story short, I got so excited that I somehow managed to convince Heather to let me do her make-up as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvvIXHSwn-c/TrGJHwN_gcI/AAAAAAAAAio/r3irdG6h1tc/s1600/butt+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="125" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hvvIXHSwn-c/TrGJHwN_gcI/AAAAAAAAAio/r3irdG6h1tc/s400/butt+collage.jpg" width="400" /&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/1992363831881115347-1700118540265426443?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1700118540265426443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1700118540265426443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1700118540265426443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1700118540265426443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween-make-up.html' title='Halloween Make-up'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NrKv7xKXv8w/TrGJD55rWwI/AAAAAAAAAig/u8rPETlGtsE/s72-c/butterflyfriedit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4076409998122799063</id><published>2011-08-29T14:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T14:41:51.357-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dad, Mom, Lori, and I went to Boise last week. 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Where have the days of blogging gone? The thing is, I didn't blog about anything exceptional. I just said whatever was on my mind. It did help that I was stuck on the computer for 8 hours at work&amp;nbsp;with little work to do :) Dishonest? No, my boss was practically blogging for me. Now things are different. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who still check blogs, here is a chuckle, called My Almost Encounter (and it's sort of graphic):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost crossed a big line. Almost. So this guy came into to get a massage and it started out pretty awkward because I saw him naked. I knocked on the door and said "all set?" All set, meaning that he had undressed and was lying on the table between the sheets.&amp;nbsp;He replied,&amp;nbsp;"all set." What he&amp;nbsp;really said was "not yet!"&amp;nbsp;When I walked in, he was scrambling: bending over, trying to find something to cover, and also looking at me like get the f out. I was just&amp;nbsp;so taken aback. I have NEVER walked in&amp;nbsp;on a client before. *Disclaimer: before you&amp;nbsp;say 'you hear what you want to hear,'&amp;nbsp;I did not want to hear that.&amp;nbsp;There was a speech barrier. He was Mexican&amp;nbsp;(really, he was from Mexico). He'd only been in the country for a couple of years. His accent was thick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really embarrassed to go back in that room. How could I? How was I going to break the ice? I was still laughing/giggling. I profusely apologized. Then, I apologized again because I had a case of the giggles. Anyone who has had the giggles knows that it takes awhile to calm down. Anyway, he was really cool about it. Unbenounced to me, he thought that I was really shy and flirting with him. In fact, he asked me if I was shy? As I was tightly securing sheet for modest draping, he said something like, "why all the modesty now, you've already seen me naked." So, that isn't okay, but again, I had the giggles- I was just trying to calm down. I remember trying to change the topic a trillion times like, "so how long have you been here?" Then pulling out the big guns, "do you have a work visa?" and&amp;nbsp;"do you want to become a citizen?" Try as I might, it just kept coming back the naked encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the hour was over. Phew. Then, he paid and left. Then, I went to change the table over and he had left some unwanted fluid on my sheets! I was pissed. If you are going to be inappropriate at least do it on something that can be thrown away like a Kleenex.&amp;nbsp;Damn the men who do&amp;nbsp;that after massages on massage therapists sheets.&amp;nbsp;Awhile later, I went to take the defiled sheets to my car, and low and behold he was sitting in his car out in the parking lot. I was very dismissive and rude. I left to make some copies and received a text from him. (phone number on business card- don't be getting any ideas). He was thanking me for the wonderful massage. In a moment of fury, I wrote back "I saw what you did to my sheets." Then there was abundant remorse and apologies. I didn't respond to his many texts for a few hours. When I did, the texts turned from apologizing to flirting. I just tried to wrap things up, but they kept coming. For the span of about a week, the texts kept coming. I would say really vague things and move on. In retrospect, I should have been very bold and blunt and said stop texting me rather than politely dragging him along. Admittedly it was a kick, to receive funny texts all day, until it wasn't. One night I got a close-up picture of his you-know-what. That was enough for me to stop texting back altogether. A few days later, after no response he was remorse and apologetic. Then like clockwork, it was hardcore flirting again, asking me for pictures of myself!&amp;nbsp;Again?, I thought. He crossed a few lines a few times. As the adage goes, "It happens once shame on you, it happens&amp;nbsp;twice shame on me." I wasn't mean, I&amp;nbsp;simply said that I don't get to be treated that way. And it was over. Haven't heard anything since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings up many questions: Does that work for him, sending naked close-ups of his manly parts? Do girls respond positively to that? If so, I am appalled and way out of the loop.&amp;nbsp;People actually do that!?!(I do remember looking through&amp;nbsp;my sister's&amp;nbsp;pics on&amp;nbsp;her phone and seeing some naked photos that she had of herself. I asked her- what? why? etc. She said that you never know when you are going to have to send one. So it's a good idea to have some on hand. Hmmm.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I shouldn't have giggled. I think that set it off. How do you control the giggling once it starts? Also, when a man asks you if you are shy, while you are massaging his&amp;nbsp;body after recently seeing it totally naked,&amp;nbsp;things are probably going in a naughty direction...&amp;nbsp;It was a good learning experience, among others things. Given the right circumstances, I could've gotten into a whole lotta trouble real fast. Not to mention the legal complications, if something happened during the massage. But it's a good story. I hoped you enjoyed reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8701284637165916613?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8701284637165916613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8701284637165916613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8701284637165916613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8701284637165916613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/08/almost-encounter.html' title='The Almost Encounter'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3602989348788760785</id><published>2011-06-28T01:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T23:23:17.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrambled</title><content type='html'>My thoughts are scrambled. I have been in solitude for about 5 days house sitting- which has been very awesome. It has also made me realize how many rules I have for myself and how often I judge myself and how much I love food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While house sitting, I have been cleansing and it sure is hard to cleanse. I haven't done a cleanse for about a 1.5 years so I decided to go hard core and am doing the master cleanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be really nice to be gentle on yourself 100% of the time, then again, maybe the contrast is what keeps us productive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been writing an essay for my birth doula certification and I miss writing. It is more than a release for me, it is a vital part of my self expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been very into Adele's 21 album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also while house sitting, I have been watching movies, reading books, walking the dogs, bathing in an awesome jet tub, dancing, and gardening (well watering the garden and occasionally pulling out weeds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Weeds, don't start the t.v. series unless you are prepared to get totally sucked in. Luckily, like Dexter, all of the seasons aren't available on Netflix and so I have given up on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actively searching for an additional income. If anyone knows of a cool place to work, in the health and wellness world, then please let me know. I would love to exclusively be massaging and birth doula-ing but am also open to doing other work as long as it is in the same field.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be the coolest Auntie in the world and take Jaxon to the swim park all day- so I did. However, I have paid dearly for it because I got a burn from hell. The worst burn in my life-seriously. Yes, all you nay sayers, I applied sunblock- it was even over-the-counter sunblock. Fortunately for me, my mom started making this phenomenal moisturizer- which I have been liberally applying to my skin. Heather says that mom's skin appears smoother and younger. Which brings me to a rant session about all of the crap people put on their skin in the name of beauty. Do your research people and stop buying into the poisons in your beauty must-haves. Still not done, how many people have to be medicated before we do something about our society's beliefs about beauty, health, and wellness? I am not talking about anorexia/body image beliefs either, I am talking about migraines, fibromyalgia, allergies, and depression due to over toxicity from your beauty products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See what I mean about scrambled? It all started with a sunburn and turned into that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3602989348788760785?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3602989348788760785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3602989348788760785&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3602989348788760785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3602989348788760785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/06/scrabled.html' title='Scrambled'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7534179870899074742</id><published>2011-04-11T12:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:47:24.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Gift Certificates</title><content type='html'>&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/-FGlGB6YP9HE/TaNMLInn0KI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Q3PG_Xsl0K4/s1600/mothers+day+flier+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlGB6YP9HE/TaNMLInn0KI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Q3PG_Xsl0K4/s320/mothers+day+flier+2.jpg" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y1idRyBI-g/TaNMSmRgk1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5wCJpqzbK7g/s1600/gc+do+not+copy+version.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2Y1idRyBI-g/TaNMSmRgk1I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5wCJpqzbK7g/s320/gc+do+not+copy+version.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #741b47;"&gt;Thanks Heather for the designs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7534179870899074742?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7534179870899074742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7534179870899074742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7534179870899074742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7534179870899074742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/04/mothers-day-gift-certificates.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Gift Certificates'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FGlGB6YP9HE/TaNMLInn0KI/AAAAAAAAAhM/Q3PG_Xsl0K4/s72-c/mothers+day+flier+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1409461517667357225</id><published>2011-04-04T20:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T20:54:01.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hair After One Month of NO Shampooing</title><content type='html'>Leah, my grape friend,&amp;nbsp;inspired me to stop&amp;nbsp;shampooing my hair. After reading &lt;a href="http://asonomagarden.wordpress.com/2009/04/03/my-no-shampoo-hair-saga/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and some additional online research, I was in both feet.&amp;nbsp;For a month now I have been washing&amp;nbsp;my hair with&amp;nbsp;baking soda and rinsing it with either cold water or vinegar and essential oils.&amp;nbsp;I do this every 2-3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that I have more body&amp;nbsp;and that I spend less time encouraging the wavy locks because I have more curl. Yesterday Heather, my sister, told me that I had flakes in my hair, but I am convinced it was baking soda residue, as I don't have any flakes today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The benefits of washing with baking soda as opposed to shampoo are as follows: Most shampoo is poisonous (fragrance, parabens, and SLS), most shampoo strips hair of it's natural oils causing hair to get oily and greasy the day after shampooing, and&amp;nbsp;shampoo is packaged in plastic bottles so&amp;nbsp;I am&amp;nbsp;eliminating my consumption of two plastic bottles per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really sure how to capture my hair- I got a new touch phone and every time I take a picture it's blurry. I figured this picture would be proof enough that my hair is still awesome- if not more so.&amp;nbsp; April, my hair care professional, told me that my hair looks very healthy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECjiSFiSM7w/TZqB105A1lI/AAAAAAAAAhI/e21Z9KnQPpo/s1600/0404112010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECjiSFiSM7w/TZqB105A1lI/AAAAAAAAAhI/e21Z9KnQPpo/s320/0404112010.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This experiment has not been all&amp;nbsp;sugar and sweets.&amp;nbsp;I have had several days of my hair looking greasy and not cooperative to styling techniques. It takes a few weeks for your natural oils to balance. Because I was shampooing for nearly my entire life, I figured it is only reasonable that my hair might require some time to get used to baking soda and it's natural oils. If you are not willing to give your hair 2-3 weeks of adjustment time, then don't use baking soda. If, however, your patience and desire for healthier hair and less consumption are governing your overall choices,&amp;nbsp;washing with baking soda&amp;nbsp;is for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-1409461517667357225?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1409461517667357225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1409461517667357225&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1409461517667357225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1409461517667357225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-hair-after-one-month-of-no.html' title='My Hair After One Month of NO Shampooing'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ECjiSFiSM7w/TZqB105A1lI/AAAAAAAAAhI/e21Z9KnQPpo/s72-c/0404112010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3247839562969829137</id><published>2011-02-23T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T21:53:38.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been using a lap top lately and loving it. It's not mine. I am sure going to miss not having one. As I write this, I am lounging. Awww, so convenient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a few cool things. I went to a meditation workshop this last weekend. I am already noticing my life improving. I never thought of myself and meditation being friends because my mind wonders. Now I accept&amp;nbsp;mind wonderings&amp;nbsp;as part of the process and have stopped judging it. I find that I enjoy meditation much more now. If you want to read more check out: thepeacefulyou.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a birth coming up the first part of March. I am quite excited anytime I get the opportunity to doula. Also, two of my sisters are having their babies in the spring. I have been there for Heather's last two births as a sister. It will be a new experience to serve a doula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went to a benefit concert in an underground venue in Provo. It was so cool. The atmosphere was very chic and hip. Provo has a fun underground music and art&amp;nbsp;scene. It would be nice to get more involved in some of the underground workings in Provo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've said it before, and I will say it over and over again, Netflix rocks.&amp;nbsp;Recently&amp;nbsp;I watched No Impact Man, The Gerson Miracle, and The Picture of Dorian Gray (I attempted the book, as it's a classic. The writing was very detailed and intense, but I may have ruined my desire to finish the book after watching the movie. Why?!) I would highly recommend both No Impact Man and The Gerson Miracle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rest of you are finding fun ways to&amp;nbsp;survive the end of the winter season. It is almost&amp;nbsp;springtime. The grass is showing.&amp;nbsp;The shift is coming and I am&amp;nbsp;ready!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3247839562969829137?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3247839562969829137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3247839562969829137&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3247839562969829137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3247839562969829137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-have-been-using-lap-top-lately-and.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4663788506679355081</id><published>2011-01-14T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T12:18:28.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I resolve</title><content type='html'>Life is about mastering who you are, or some say, remembering who you are. We are all amazing beings with great power and we forget that because....because so many reasons. Reasons that are fed to you&amp;nbsp;from 'the world', community, and family. There is&amp;nbsp;a risk in&amp;nbsp;remembering or mastering yourself and it's not failure.&amp;nbsp;It is much easier to slip into the background and not follow your heart. I resolve to being more authentic. To reclaim who I am, to listen to my heart and then obey it. I resolve to let go of&amp;nbsp;other people's opinions of me and close out the chaos that keeps me stuck in patterns and places that don't serve me. Lastly, I resolve to have fun, laugh more, and&amp;nbsp;seek out&amp;nbsp;joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4663788506679355081?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4663788506679355081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4663788506679355081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4663788506679355081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4663788506679355081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-resolve.html' title='I resolve'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7317111610261459392</id><published>2010-12-26T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T00:43:57.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glad tidings</title><content type='html'>Last year I decided to write a holiday letter on the blog. I had fun doing it, so I am doing it again, only different. Here are excerpts from my journal. Enjoy my chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"&gt;January:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray my new journal! I bought this journal in hopes that I would be on a cruise ship in Hawaii. But alas, I start this journal in my parents basement...Haiti was struck by a huge earthquake 1/12/10. The death count is up to 50k..Awesome news about Esther: she is probably delivering at a birthing suite rather than the hospital. I am selfishly delighted. I have never helped with a birth at a birthing suite. I feel it is more appropriate for them anyway...-I know one thing for certain, I have been blessed with friends-GOOD friends. I wish to be a better friend...I went&amp;nbsp;(alone) to see Avatar. Oh my! I absolutely loved it... Last night, I fell upon a new discovery, Melissa is logged on to Netflix on mom's computer.&amp;nbsp;What does this mean? It means that I watched Motorcycle Diaries last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;February:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aubrey and I went up to the Sundance Film Festival we had the perfect day. I didn't go up to see any films, I went up to go to&amp;nbsp;cafe music.... Last Sunday 1.24.10, Esther had her baby, Eve Satareh Vasefi.&amp;nbsp;I am not sure on the middle name spelling, but it means Esther in Farsi. I was there for the birth. It was the most beautiful and fantastic experience...I am reading a book called Ask and It is Given by Ester and Jerry Hicks. It's about the law of attraction- mostly about the law of allowing. It is hard to allow blessings and goodness into my life....I had a small conflict whether or not to go to the V-day party. I opted out because I was tired after work, didn't wear deodorant, and my hair looked greasy. I regretted not going because I want to be more social.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;March:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, Feb. 27 thru today I have been traveling...Oak Creek canyon takes you down the mountainside. Then comes the beautiful city of Sedona. I was in awe. The homes, the vortexes, the red rock, the forests, and the colors. I saw all the colors and knew I had entered a special place...It was nearly dark the lighting and temperature were perfect. We went into the canyon and spent time listening to silence and reminding ourselves that we are peace. It had recently rained and the air was crisp and clean. We loved being alone together and with ourselves. Sometimes the best therapy is a nature walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #a64d79; font-size: large;"&gt;April:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sitting naked in my parent's basement doing laundry at 11:30 p.m., four days until my 25th birthday...My birthday celebrations this week have been&amp;nbsp;unreal. Palm reader, massages, new hair, night on the town with Heather, and family celebrations on Sunday...Wed was the full moon. I was anticipating the birth with the moon in mind...Her breathe slowed and her face changed. The world started spinning again and the next push Violet was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #bf9000; font-size: large;"&gt;May:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in San Antonio, TX. I thought I would never make it... Becky is my oldest friend. We know each other so well...Acupressure points to induce labor: ...How to put a woman into full labor: ...We extended, or rather bought a new plane ticket home. I am now leaving on June 8th.... Becky finally had Hazel. She was born at 11:56 a.m. on the 28th after 85 hours of ACTIVE HARD labor.The nurses were generally nice. Kate by far was our favorite. There was an untouchable gentleness about her...We had to be each other's strength. We can all remember times when we lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-size: large;"&gt;June:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home now and back into my old familiar routine. Since being home, I want to cry at least twice everyday...I got some new music from Ashley today: Jack Johnson's new album and Florence and the Machine. There's nothing like new music to get me jazzed.&amp;nbsp;I also made my first purchase from Amazon.com I bought Sophie Uliano's newest book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;July:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something cool happened yesterday. I was working on Scott and he asked me to read his energy. So I turned on the Reiki... I believe I am blessed with the gift of healing-at least to some degree....&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to feel doubt creep into my soul. Jesus and God help me through. Where did the magic go?....&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how moods can change. I&amp;nbsp;am in a really good spot in my life...Baby James is here! It is amazing to know the nature of a baby when he/she arrives. We all knew James was happy, calm, lovable, and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;"&gt;August:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove the Nebo loop today- which I've never done before. I did it for a few reasons: to experience the weather shift and to finish the Birth of Venus (book on cd). To me, it was a book about revolutions and liberations and the consequences thereafter. I was totally drawn to it. I've been experiencing my own revolutions...Recently my eyes are changing. I see control, fear, and additional teachings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;"&gt;September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cheryl's house today. I was very surprised, grateful, and saddened by my visit. She did something very unique, she started the session with a prayer. The prayer was unlike any prayer I have ever heard, very sincere and personal...I miss having grandparents. I wish GJ were here. She would make it feel better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d; font-size: large;"&gt;October:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had another session with Cheryl today. I am certainly glad that I&amp;nbsp;went to see her. I am going to give myself credit. I am brave. It is scary to go to someone and find out your past and sort through the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;November:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The challenge of life is overcoming your human nature. God judges us according to who we are and not what we do. Understanding this distinction brings me to another realization: Who you are are vs what you do: For example, a man can steal a penny and another man 10k. It's not the amount that matters to God,&amp;nbsp;both men stole. What is in&amp;nbsp;their hearts to make them steal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;December:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I massaged a man last Saturday and he read my character. He said: 'You are kind, compassionate, and you love what you do because you love helping people. Many people&amp;nbsp;may not&amp;nbsp;view you as smart, but you are very smart&amp;nbsp;and you are also wise which is an unusual combination. You are very forgiving- except right now there is someone in your life who you want to ring their neck. You have many friends who love you. You are a good listener. The best compliment is for someone to call you a lady.' That is all I remember. He was eloquent in speech. I misjudged him at first. I guess everyone taps into the pool of consciousness...I went outside around 2 a.m. and it was silent except&amp;nbsp;for the&amp;nbsp;herd of deer across the street...The wind was strong today-it's blowing in something big...Huge snowstorm. I went out around 12 a.m. to see the silence that a good snow cover brings. I made snow angels, and a heart on the side yard. I was 5 again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7317111610261459392?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7317111610261459392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7317111610261459392&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7317111610261459392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7317111610261459392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/glad-tidings.html' title='Glad tidings'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6430088100113027370</id><published>2010-12-24T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T11:41:23.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Blues</title><content type='html'>I was having a big case of the Christmas blues because my parent's didn't have any decorations up this year. We had our Christmas party on Sunday and my mom borrowed a little tiny tree from her work for the party. It isn't the same when you don't have any of your own decor, or rather any decor up. My mom's new slogan this year has been, "It's still Christmas even if the tree isn't up." Bah hum bog! I took matters into my own hands. I got a real tree, thank you Ashley, and had it delivered last night. My parent's were busy watching Psych on the computer so they didn't see the deliverey. Another factor on my side is my parent's bed time. They go to bed before 9 pm. They were fast asleep by 10 pm and I was setting up a real Christmas tree all by myself, which was really fun because I got to choose all of the ornaments and such. My mom was smelling the pine in her&amp;nbsp;dreams and couldn't believe her eyes when she awoke to a Christmas tree. Lots of questions were entering her mind: when!?, how!?, what!? My blues are gone and I don't know if it's because I got a tree or because I surprised&amp;nbsp;mom and dad, but I am&amp;nbsp;certainly happy about it.&amp;nbsp;I take the saying 'if there is a will there is a way' very literally. Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6430088100113027370?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6430088100113027370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6430088100113027370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6430088100113027370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6430088100113027370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-blues.html' title='Christmas Blues'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-327032965097531741</id><published>2010-12-13T22:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:33:04.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won an ipod touch. Thank you Bank of the West. I am still figuring out how to use it . If I could say something without judgement from anyone, I really wish it had a camera, Oh well. I have been manifesting an ipod for some time now. Who knew I would get a brand new one,&amp;nbsp;let alone a sleek&amp;nbsp;ipod touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still behind in getting into all things merry and&amp;nbsp;Christmas. I haven't stepped into a shopping center all month. Time is running short, but that is how I roll with almost everything- last minute. Anyway, I don't really believe in participating in the consumerism of the holiday. Maybe one day when I have to be Santa I will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a birth last week. It was beautiful. More details to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bangs. Wahoo. They are really fun. I have noticed something unpleasant though, my forehead breaks out now. The breakage outage is mostly around my hair line which is better than mid-forehead, but still unsettling. Pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly and perhaps most exciting, both of my sisters are bringing girls into the world Spring 2011. Congratulations to Shelley (baby number 1) and Heather (baby number 4). Joy is errupting from every vessel of my body.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-327032965097531741?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/327032965097531741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=327032965097531741&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/327032965097531741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/327032965097531741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-won-ipod-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3315694985382245557</id><published>2010-12-02T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:29:33.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean air please</title><content type='html'>It can seem&amp;nbsp;insignificant to&amp;nbsp;reduce, reuse, and recycle- ESPECIALLY because Utah makes it so diffucult and non-friendly. However, maybe if everyone rallied together and did just one thing we could go from red alert to yellow alert for the next 6 months. I kind of want to be able to breathe and the air outside is discusting. Damien Rice jokes about bottled air but I don't think it's too far off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people, including my&amp;nbsp;dear parents, think that environmental issues such as global warming is conspiracy&amp;nbsp;and when&amp;nbsp;debating it turns into an 'it's God's plan' argument. In response, God via Jesus&amp;nbsp;created this world with&amp;nbsp;tlc. Therefore, do&amp;nbsp;whatever you want to&amp;nbsp;it? No, consider the lilies of the field. That field is on it's it way to&amp;nbsp;being a&amp;nbsp;toxic waste facility.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Christmas is the time of ultimate consumption. Please, for the sake of everyone, be responsible for your footprint. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s I am as damned as anyone. I don't write this post from a place of superiority, I write this post&amp;nbsp;from a valley with trapped toxic air :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3315694985382245557?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3315694985382245557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3315694985382245557&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3315694985382245557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3315694985382245557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/12/clean-air-please.html' title='Clean air please'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7234203110795056171</id><published>2010-11-21T21:11:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T21:13:47.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Santa</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being jolly, wearing red, and encouraging Buddy go to New York to find his dad. Here is this year's wish list.&lt;br /&gt;-Counter top bathroom vanity filter unit from ewater.com&lt;br /&gt;-Aria diffuser from Young Living&lt;br /&gt;-Products from Young Living: Core Supplements, Animal Scents shampoo, Feelings Kit, Dreamcatcher, Awaken, and Sacred Frankincense.&lt;br /&gt;-An Alaskan Husky puppy with both eyes blue&lt;br /&gt;-A PC laptop&lt;br /&gt;-Sonic Care electric toothbrush&lt;br /&gt;-Sunset Bronzer from Mineral Essence&lt;br /&gt;Thanks SC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Stacie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7234203110795056171?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7234203110795056171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7234203110795056171&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7234203110795056171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7234203110795056171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/attention-santa.html' title='Attention Santa'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4331870148011692567</id><published>2010-11-08T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T21:28:50.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inner Child</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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cd2b4bda9cc394b0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd2b4bda9cc394b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331504308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A13A107490183C2CF5058D9C5A893857AC36815.3E173531E97A9018D42F4D58D80BFD191188628%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd2b4bda9cc394b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzJP51UD5MvYQGcn6Xa3SD1vipkU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcd2b4bda9cc394b0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331504308%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3A13A107490183C2CF5058D9C5A893857AC36815.3E173531E97A9018D42F4D58D80BFD191188628%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcd2b4bda9cc394b0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DzJP51UD5MvYQGcn6Xa3SD1vipkU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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;Here I am having a blast in the leaves on Sunday. Thank you leaves because I will soon resent you when I am hauling you away with my dad.&amp;nbsp;&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;p.s. leaves provide a lot of warmth. maybe that's how mary ingles survived...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4331870148011692567?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4331870148011692567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4331870148011692567&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4331870148011692567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4331870148011692567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/11/inner-child.html' title='Inner Child'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7065609126688158142</id><published>2010-10-25T23:19:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T23:24:02.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ask and ye shall receive" - Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madsen Cycles: Can I be the winner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madsencycles.com/?src=lcf10"&gt;&lt;img alt="Madsen Cycles Cargo Bikes" border="0" src="http://www.madsencycles.com/images/banners-2011/madsen-cycles-girl-dog-clr.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the picture so I can win!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.madsencycles.com/?src=lcf10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7065609126688158142?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7065609126688158142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7065609126688158142&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7065609126688158142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7065609126688158142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/10/ask-and-ye-shall-receive-jesus-madsen.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-5050179804334521783</id><published>2010-10-20T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T17:50:19.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Ecstasy</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite time of year for many reasons. Along with the beauty, comes excitement and bounty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have eaten in season and that brings me great satisfaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has been absorbing a lot information which has got my mind stirring. I have been taking classes, attending meditations, and getting a lot of body/spirit/emotional work done on myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been&amp;nbsp;unusually sentimental and sappy. I&amp;nbsp;am remembering&amp;nbsp;every detail so that I can write it down&amp;nbsp;for my brother who is not able to enjoy&amp;nbsp;autumn this year. My cursive is getting faster and less legible. There is something so beautiful about a hand written letter. It&amp;nbsp;is&amp;nbsp;my joy to write- the physical movement of ink&amp;nbsp;on paper&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp; the creative process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discovered a new beautiful place, Pole canyon. Wow! I can't think of a more luscious escape this time of year. The colors are brilliant and the landscape is open so the whole canyon is exposed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music scene is hot. Fall is always my new music season. I have been loving Josh Ritter, Ray Lamontagne and the Pariah Dogs, Wilco, and Ben Kweller. Also, I just finished Inkheart on cd. I LOVED the narrator. I commute for about an hour everyday so I can get through books and music pretty swiftly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as books are concerned, I discovered the children's non-fiction section at the library. This has brought me much grief because I can't read as fast as I want to. Also, I am&amp;nbsp;reading Gone with the Wind. I am pacing myself with that monster. Also, because I am reading&amp;nbsp;Gone with the Wind, I have a heated sensation to learn more about the civil war and civil rights. I don't like war history, but GWTW has romanced the civil war in a huge way and I firmly believe that civil rights is an ongoing issue today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hopelessly enjoying the last of the green before the white&amp;nbsp;and never-ending brown winter. I am determined to like winter this year. Here is my plan: buy good boots so my feet don't cold and wet, participate in a winter activity, and spend more time outside in the sun hours. I would love to include an Alaskan Husky in my plan, but my parents won't go for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I feel bountiful, I am offering a new treatment for $20 It is a compilation of light massage, acupressure, and emotional release. I want to get more familiar with it before I charge full price. If your heart has been as open as mine this season, please come and enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, for everyone who is sick, (it seems like everyone) come in (or I can come to you)&amp;nbsp;and get a raindrop technique or lymphatic work. Feeling ill is awful. Health and wellness is an option even during "flu season." I am not as concerned about money as I am about the people I love being well. We can always work out a deal. I am wheeler and a dealer :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-5050179804334521783?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5050179804334521783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=5050179804334521783&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5050179804334521783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5050179804334521783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/10/autumn-ecstasy.html' title='Autumn Ecstasy'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6919147917337051842</id><published>2010-09-30T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T23:04:17.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream State</title><content type='html'>All I know, is that I am sick of opening my blog and seeing the "bookworm" post. I learned a cool piece of information that I want to pass on about sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we go to sleep, we are connecting to our spirits. We are remembering our mission in life, getting answers to prayers, and communicating with....whoever you communicate with. Usually, almost always, right before we wake up, we have these outlandish dreams about five headed monsters or totally bizarre circumstances. That way, when we wake up we only remember the weird dream because it blocks out all of our messages and communications that help us in this life. However, there is a way to retain the information you want instead of the chaos. Before you sleep, offer a prayer to remove all unclean things from your sleep state. The first night I did this, I learned a really cool piece of information that I use almost daily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it! This simple act&amp;nbsp;could change&amp;nbsp;things for you.&amp;nbsp;Really, it's the simple things that change&amp;nbsp;and impact our lives.&amp;nbsp;Happy sleeping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6919147917337051842?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6919147917337051842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6919147917337051842&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6919147917337051842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6919147917337051842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/09/dream-state.html' title='Dream State'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6996386820777035562</id><published>2010-08-23T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:34:37.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Worm</title><content type='html'>I finished The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stiegg Larsson. I love a good mystery and by about page 50 I was hooked. Until page 50, I was considering returning it to the library. Here is an honest review offered by a person who rarely reads mystery novels: I thought the author was really tricky.&amp;nbsp;I liked his angles and his layout of the story. I did get a bit nervous when some of the trails weren't uncovered, but it's a series and I didn't know that going in. The book is probably meant to be read by adults- as there is some graphic descriptions. In the end, I am not&amp;nbsp;dying to read the next book, The Girl who Played with Fire, but it's on my to-read list,&amp;nbsp;for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for books I am dying to read the sequel, I am on the waiting for Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins and getting really impatient! Hunger Games was probably one of the better books I have ever read. I remember about a year ago when my mom was raving about the series and I sort of dismissed her drawn out passionate description of the books. That is because, my mom also recommends books like Tennis Shoes Among the Nephites. Anyway, Hunger Games had me thinking for days. I couldn't absorb it quickly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on my list of sequels, is Committed by Elizabeth Gilbert. I loved Eat, Pray, Love- which was not her first book, but her first big success. I forgot how much I liked her style of writing until I went to the movie, &lt;em&gt;twice&lt;/em&gt;. She is fun, witty, and everything connects. For those of you who like her, check out&amp;nbsp;her &lt;a href="http://www.ted.com/talks/elizabeth_gilbert_on_genius.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ted Talk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for those who don't enjoy a good novel. To really enjoy reading there has to be a shift. It's like you read the one book that changes your mind about reading. From that time forward you are willing to take a chance on another book because you remember you enjoy reading. Reading is good for my soul. It is an escape as well as a grounding experience. For those non-readers, thanks for reading this post about reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6996386820777035562?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6996386820777035562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6996386820777035562&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6996386820777035562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6996386820777035562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-worm.html' title='Book Worm'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4959477727908719300</id><published>2010-08-05T14:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:53:27.405-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My Glod!</title><content type='html'>The countdown begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 28, 2010, at the Lincoln Memorial site, Glenn Beck (aka Glod) has a message to save America!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/14/colbert-rips-glenn-beck-f_n_576146.html"&gt;http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/05/14/colbert-rips-glenn-beck-f_n_576146.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4959477727908719300?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4959477727908719300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4959477727908719300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4959477727908719300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4959477727908719300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/08/oh-my-glod.html' title='Oh My Glod!'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-5105044164896128590</id><published>2010-07-27T23:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T12:37:12.967-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Baby James</title><content type='html'>April's pregnancy flew by so fast. I hardly prepped myself for this birth. About a week before baby James came, I talked with April about her wants, wishes, and fears.&amp;nbsp;In preparation for this birth, she took a hypno-birthing class.&amp;nbsp;She seemed&amp;nbsp;pleased&amp;nbsp;with the class and believed&amp;nbsp;in the principles.&amp;nbsp;I concluded a few things after our talk, she was flexible with her birth plan and not totally convinced that natural childbirth was a reality for her. Her energies were more focused on what to do with two children, because one way or another, she was going to have&amp;nbsp;two children soon! I admire her wisdom and priorities. Inside with my thoughts, I wanted her to have a natural childbirth experience because I knew she wanted it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;April opted to get started on pitocin to avoid going over and/or having an enormous baby. She started around 7 a.m. I got there around 9:30 a.m. Dialation was slow but contractions were coming steadily. When I walked into the room, I knew April was totally present. She was assertive, confident, and calm. I have always known April to be confident, but&amp;nbsp;then&amp;nbsp;and there,&amp;nbsp;she was more. April asked questions and was responsible and engaged. The nurse was awesome to work with. She was very knowledgable and supportive of natural childbirth. I knew that no matter what happened, we had a winning team and April was in good hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the first few hours we sat around. I rubbed her feet, we played cards (I lost everytime), and we talked. Also present, was Brett (husband), Mom, and sisters. There was a lot of support and good energy in the room. April led the way, the team was synergistic and open minded with every milestone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the decision came, should her waters be broken or remain in tact? It was decided to break them since she was on the highest dose of pitocin, and not opening as fast as expected. After her waters were released, labor started coming on strong. There was no turning back. The dosage of pitocin was immediatley halved and then halved again. Her body took over and knew exactly what to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the pairs of hands, we were able to use counter pressure on every surge. Also, our hands were there to serve, comfort, and love April throughout the time in between surges. All too soon, it was time to push. She made it! Within a few moments of pushing, baby James flew out! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to know the nature of a baby when he/she arrives. We all knew James was happy, calm, loveable, and beautiful. He hardly cried except when roughed up by the staff. Breastfeeding was established easily and almost immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was most touched when April's other son, Luke, came to meet baby James with Grandpa. I watched April as her heart grew. Sometimes, it seems like the heart isn't capable of more love and then it is. The love radiated beyond the walls of our hospital room. As I observed, I was reminded again of the powerful combination of family and love. Nothing can touch that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations again to April, the woman, mother, and dear friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-5105044164896128590?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5105044164896128590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=5105044164896128590&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5105044164896128590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5105044164896128590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/sweet-baby-james.html' title='Sweet Baby James'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-9101118470457379420</id><published>2010-07-26T22:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:48:00.191-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beacon Bros</title><content type='html'>If you say 'beer can' with a&amp;nbsp;British accent it sounds like you said 'beacon' with Jamaican accent. Okay, I think I have exhausted that enough. It still makes me laugh though, really really hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a post&amp;nbsp;promoting&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://baconbros.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #134f5c;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Beacon Brothers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- as in Kevin our beloved friend who filmed Footloose in&amp;nbsp;Utah.&amp;nbsp;I have this co-worker who is slightly obsessed with them and I am forced to listen to their music. &amp;nbsp;I actually like it. They have a cool style. I am not too keen on most of the lyrics, but the harmony and music is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get an extra music minute, check them out or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-9101118470457379420?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9101118470457379420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=9101118470457379420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9101118470457379420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9101118470457379420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/beacon-bros.html' title='Beacon Bros'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1286965924013816724</id><published>2010-07-22T22:21:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:29:45.631-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Camping Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TEkYMb7U6sI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tDPqw3cSfws/s1600/camping2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="383" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TEkYMb7U6sI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tDPqw3cSfws/s400/camping2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TEkX5p7pNGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/o8akz8MMLQk/s1600/camping+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="610" hw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TEkX5p7pNGI/AAAAAAAAAfU/o8akz8MMLQk/s640/camping+collage.jpg" width="505" /&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/1992363831881115347-1286965924013816724?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1286965924013816724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1286965924013816724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1286965924013816724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1286965924013816724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/camping-pictures.html' title='Camping Pictures'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TEkYMb7U6sI/AAAAAAAAAfc/tDPqw3cSfws/s72-c/camping2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2984099449932166052</id><published>2010-07-19T22:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T22:16:41.128-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Summertime Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I went camping on Saturday with Melissa. We got my favorite spot! I was so pleased. Usually when I go camping, I tag along with an outdoorsy master. I don't lift a finger to help with fires, food, tents, and the like. Not to speak for Meliss, but she's the same--we just hang out and let the experts do all the work. However, this was totally different. We did it all!! It was all fine until the sun went down and we killed the last of the orange embers. It was pitch black. I brought some fine reading material with me. All three volumes-mind you! Needless to say, I was&amp;nbsp;totally spooked.&amp;nbsp;Suddenly all sounds were threats&amp;nbsp;lurking outside of our tent. Luckily, I fell asleep at some&amp;nbsp;point.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;In the morning as we were enjoying breakfast and building another fire, we encountered upon a visitor. He was friendly. I was doing most of the talking until he asked this question: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Did you guys drop a litter over there?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My face fell as I was thinking about what he just asked. It could have meant two different things: Did I drop off a litter of kittens? or Did I go to the bathroom over there? The answer to both of these questions is "Yes, but not over there and none of your business!" Melissa, picking up on my loss for words, replied to his question with "No, we haven't &lt;strong&gt;dropped a lure&lt;/strong&gt;. We didn't bring our poles. What types of fish are in the river?" Saved! and WTF!! I felt like an idiot. Oh well. Later, when I explained my inner monologue to Melissa, we were laughing and laughing and laughing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2984099449932166052?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2984099449932166052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2984099449932166052&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2984099449932166052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2984099449932166052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/summertime-camping.html' title='Summertime Camping'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8242405882285939375</id><published>2010-07-15T14:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:29:54.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;For those of you who aren't getting them&amp;nbsp;on fun exotic vacations....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TD90e8xnGbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XW5se6eRVJM/s1600/summer+special+border.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TD90e8xnGbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XW5se6eRVJM/s320/summer+special+border.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Summer is perfect to get a massage because your probably more active, your skin needs&amp;nbsp;TLC from all the sun exposure, and&amp;nbsp;rates are low! Take advantage!&amp;nbsp;Hope to see you soon.&amp;nbsp;I am pretty good :-)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8242405882285939375?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8242405882285939375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8242405882285939375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8242405882285939375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8242405882285939375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/07/for-those-of-you-who-arent-getting-them.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TD90e8xnGbI/AAAAAAAAAfE/XW5se6eRVJM/s72-c/summer+special+border.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-9170271217887299021</id><published>2010-06-22T12:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T12:22:17.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Mania</title><content type='html'>This last week I worked in the spa at the Young Living Convention. I went up early everyday (or stayed late) to participate in the convention. I learned so much! I am happy to be a distributor for a company committed to making organic, green, and&amp;nbsp;quality products.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, back at home, I&amp;nbsp;was receiving my&amp;nbsp;Amazon purchases. I recently created an account and bought three books: The Gorgeously Green Diet &amp;amp; How to&amp;nbsp;do it Gorgeously by Sophie Uliano, and The Green Smoothie Diet by Robyn Openshaw. I have started reading all three books already and am soaking in information faster than a bacteria filled kitchen sponge! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy to share some information with those still reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We are extremely deficient in hormones. We are swiftly collecting&amp;nbsp;artificial hormones from produce, dairy products,&amp;nbsp;and&amp;nbsp;skin products- which is totally throwing off our bodies ability to maintain homeostasis. Some common problems affecting women who are hormone deficient: TMJ, depression, PMS, infertility, thyroid problems, and migraines. Basically everyone I know is suffering with one of these problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Living just released a new product called &lt;a href="http://youngliving.com/anti-aging-creams/Progessence-Plus"&gt;Progessence Plus Serum&lt;/a&gt;. This product is made from wild yams, vitamin E, frankincense, bergamont, and menthol from peppermint. Apply topically over your carotid artery. The product is around $45. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More information coming. I was totally overwhelmed thinking about all of the hormones I was ingesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happy&amp;nbsp;unrelated note: I am&amp;nbsp;thrilled&amp;nbsp;to announce that I have completed the Fablehaven series.&amp;nbsp;This included five teen fantasy novels written by a Utah author. Talk about awesome!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-9170271217887299021?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9170271217887299021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=9170271217887299021&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9170271217887299021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9170271217887299021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/health-mania.html' title='Health Mania'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2015919510981626428</id><published>2010-06-01T01:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T12:01:34.424-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hazel's Birth Story</title><content type='html'>I did what I came here to do: Be Becky's doula!!! Hazel is here at last and pretty as ever! Without a doubt this birth challenged me in ways that I cannot fully explain. I am so impressed with Becky, Johnny, Lanna, Hazel and the hospital staff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After watching and supporting the documentary &lt;a href="http://www.thebusinessofbeingborn.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The Business of Being Born&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, I have reservations about hospitals and their agenda. I typically go into a hospital with my walls up and ready to fight if given the signal. My formed belief is that hospitals are a great place to have surgery and be sick, but not an ideal place to welcome a new and precious life. After helping with this birth, I have formed new ideas about hospitals and taken some of my walls down, but not all of them. I still believe that childbirth is a natural process and people should educate themselves before choosing interventions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday night I sat in the hospital waiting room with tears in my eyes because my plane was leaving the next day and Hazel hadn't come. Becky was laboring all of Monday night, on and off throughout the day, and very strongly that night. &amp;nbsp;I had the feeling she wasn't as dilated as we had hoped. If that were the case, we were prepared to sign a waiver to go home and labor there. As suspected, Becky was only at a three and we were going home to continue to labor. In the car ride home, we established that I wasn't going to get on any planes tomorrow. That relieved a lot of anxiety.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night (Tuesday) was extra intense. I felt like Becky was really starting to open. Labor slowed during the day on Wednesday, but not as much as it had on Tuesday. Come nightfall, surges were very strong and uncomfortable. We went to the hospital Wednesday night and were admitted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASw0uwRhdI/AAAAAAAAAek/HUpo0_re1ZE/s1600/IMG_5425.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASw0uwRhdI/AAAAAAAAAek/HUpo0_re1ZE/s320/IMG_5425.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give a brief background, Becky and Johnny took&lt;a href="http://www.hypnobirthing.com/"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hypno-birthing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; classes and were planning on approaching childbirth with those ideals and practices. Hypno-birthing challenges the idea that childbirth is a painful traumatic experience. It teaches people to release the fear associated with childbirth and allow the body to open easily and comfortably. This method is actually very scientifically and anatomically factual. Fear creates tension in the muscles, thus shortening and tightening the muscles. Breath, visualization, affirmations, and hypnosis are used during childbirth to relax the mind and muscles and create a comfortable birth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you will, Becky, Johnny and I working together to ease Becky thru a surge. At the start of a surge, Becky starts breathing deeply, then Johnny or myself begin repeating affirmations and painting a visual image for Becky. Also, Johnny and I were doing counter-pressure on her hips and massage. What a dream team! These techniques kept Becky laboring on her own for the first 50 hours of labor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After we were admitted, there was no rush to get a vaginal examination or pressure from the staff. Instead, they wanted to know Becky and Johnny's birth plans. They were incredibly supportive. In fact, we were left to ourselves most of the time with the exception of intermittent monitoring and vitals. We called the shots, just as it should be. After all, people who have babies at a hospital are hiring the hospital.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was steady progression until there wasn't. Becky was stuck at a 7 centimeters for over 10 hours and still contracting regularly. The staff was great to inform us of our options. Each time we opted for no interventions, until we didn't. We decided to give Pitocin a try. Once she was on 'the pit', surges were impossible. Keep in mind that this is the third night for all of us without sleep. There was no improvement on pitocin, so we agreed to an internal monitor that measured the strength of each contraction- that way they could know if we needed to up the dosage of Pitocin. When they concluded that the dosage needed to be increased, we opted for an epidural.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After this procedure, I had a mini melt down. I was in tears because I was relieved, because I couldn't handle seeing Becky in anymore pain, because I was exhausted, and because I didn't know if we (including baby) were all going to make it out alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were a few complications with the epidural, like it was only numbing the right side and she could still feel surges. Rather than re-doing the whole procedure, we made a few alterations. In what seemed like no time at all, we were ready to push. Pushing lasted for 7 hours. We could not seem to get Hazel out. Choices were slim after 80 hours of labor and no strength left. We chose vaginal delivery with the help of forceps. This is where I had another mini melt down. More mini than the first, because it was all happening so fast. After a few really hard tugs Hazel was ripped out of Becky and placed onto her chest. If you are confused about the length of labor, don't be! You are estimating correctly, Becky was in labor for about 85 hours.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASzdB7rQTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/if_9-KnNCW8/s1600/IMG_5451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASzdB7rQTI/AAAAAAAAAe8/if_9-KnNCW8/s320/IMG_5451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There were several miracles that took place throughout this experience: We had fun, we had enough energy to continue to support each other, Marianne was updating everyone which led to everyone praying on our behalf, Hazel's heart rate stayed constant, Becky had a vaginal delivery, the staff was supportive and encouraging, baby and mamma are healthy, despite any physical trauma- Becky is open and eager to re-count what happened and does so with joy and satisfaction, we used hypno-birthing techniques and saw results, and we are immensely satisfied with what happened.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASybMkHn_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/65UaJJUTsFc/s1600/IMG_5480.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASybMkHn_I/AAAAAAAAAe0/65UaJJUTsFc/s320/IMG_5480.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I see in my head: Becky holding up Hazel, Johnny and I holding up Becky, legions of angels holding up Johnny and me. I feel so much love for and empathy for Becky and Johnny. My time here has been invaluable and I wish it were everlasting. Hazel is perfect. She is healthy, precious, and very beautiful. Becky's mom has been here cooking, cleaning, and showering us all with love and support. I am amazed at the outcome and I feel genuinely confident that everything is as it ought to be. I am over-joyed. And like Karen Carpenter says, "We've only just begun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASxk83eGrI/AAAAAAAAAes/Cmh9THxnlPs/s1600/IMG_5570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASxk83eGrI/AAAAAAAAAes/Cmh9THxnlPs/s320/IMG_5570.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2015919510981626428?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2015919510981626428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2015919510981626428&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2015919510981626428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2015919510981626428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-did-what-i-came-here-to-do-be-beckys.html' title='Hazel&apos;s Birth Story'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/TASw0uwRhdI/AAAAAAAAAek/HUpo0_re1ZE/s72-c/IMG_5425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3717454162318803585</id><published>2010-05-23T21:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T21:39:25.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild West</title><content type='html'>I am enjoying Texas more than I thought I would. My gracious hosts are showing me a good time. We laugh, eat, and wait a lot. We also go on walks, grocery shop, play games, and watch t.v. Isn't it funny how doing the most basic things can be so fun depending on who you are doing them with? I am having a blast being here. I thought I would share some of the not so basic things that I have done in the wild west:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I got to dance in a rainstorm. The rain here is incredible!&lt;br /&gt;- Ate authentic tex-mex and bbq&lt;br /&gt;-We went to the San Antonio temple. It is closed for cleaning so we didn't go on the grounds.&lt;br /&gt;-The Alamo and the river walk&lt;br /&gt;-I saw both Iron Man and Iron Man dos&lt;br /&gt;-Visited Military bases&lt;br /&gt;-Dr. Captain Foster checked my hearing. I am in the normal range. Phew.&lt;br /&gt;-We spend time at the single's branch. I love seeing Becky and Johnny in their callings and interacting with their friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to be so sad to leave here. I have had &lt;i&gt;such&lt;/i&gt; a wonderful vacation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3717454162318803585?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3717454162318803585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3717454162318803585&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3717454162318803585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3717454162318803585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-enjoying-texas-more-than-i-thought.html' title='Wild West'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7345966371412505802</id><published>2010-05-12T00:34:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T01:05:12.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting, waiting, wishing, philosophizing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: 21px;"&gt;Here I am in Tex.As. I am here to be a birthing doula for Becky and Johnny. We are waiting for baby Foster girl to come. &amp;nbsp; I have never lived with a woman waiting to have a baby before now. As a birthing doula, (and keep in mind I am new to all of this) I check in every other day or so and then continue on my little way. &amp;nbsp;It is quite different when this anxiousness is a constant. We aren't desperate, at least I don't feel like we are. We have researched a few ways to induce labor naturally. We've also tried a few methods: &amp;nbsp;Walking, massage, spicy food, and essential oils. This whole sitting, waiting, wishing cycle has got me thinking about life in general. Sometimes it is good to wait. Sometimes there is more than one participating factor or person involved in your life experiences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;I want to talk more about these 'sometimes': Waiting is a tiresome act. It is a conscious effort to keep spirits high when waiting. When waiting turns into worry, the mind tends to tip toward negativity. In the scenario of childbirth, it seems counterproductive to fret for a few reasons. First and foremost, the inevitable, the baby will come out of you eventually- maybe not vaginally but eventually. Also, when the mind is relaxed the body will relax. When the body is relaxed, it will open up. Furthermore, any emotions you create, your baby is experiences them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;However, this all easier said than done. We live in a now society. Modern society created due dates. And if you haven't had your baby by its due date, take the baby out. &amp;nbsp;Which foreshadows my next 'sometime', we aren't the only participants in our childbirth timing. Believe it or not, the baby is an active participant. Babies intuitively know what to do. They get into the correct position, release the right hormone, and prepare to shimmy on down the birth canal. Not only that, but the whole universe is an active participant in your life, childbirth included.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Science and birth rates have proven that more babies are born on the full moon than any other time of the month. Also, the lowest percentages of births happen around the new moon. These charts have been calculated for hundreds of years, from all over the world, and are all showing the same results.&amp;nbsp;Coincidence, no! Like I said, believe it or not. I am not here to tell any 10 month pregnant woman not to get induced and not to get crazy anxious. I am here to say sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times; font-size: 16pt;"&gt;Sometimes it is best to wait. Sometimes it is best accept, acknowledge, and embrace your part. Sometimes does not mean a lot or a little- it has no measurement. Sometimes is not God's decision because sometimes is a congregation of factors, free will, and universal laws. This isn't a post about opinions, it is an observation about sometimes. Sometimes, a lot of things.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1992363831881115347-7345966371412505802?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7345966371412505802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7345966371412505802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7345966371412505802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7345966371412505802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/05/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='sitting, waiting, wishing, philosophizing'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6490411067432142976</id><published>2010-05-05T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T22:40:15.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>a ray of sunshine</title><content type='html'>Wednesday was a beautiful day to have a baby! It may have been overcast and cold, but at 5:30 p.m. a&amp;nbsp;9 lb 1 ounce&amp;nbsp;ray of sunshine was welcomed into the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the full moon and I was sort of&amp;nbsp;anticipating the birth&amp;nbsp;with that in mind. I love/hate the anticipation before a birth. For days or even weeks, I set my phone on volume high and tell myself to not go into a deep sleep because I don't want to miss any calls during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't miss this call. Marianne called me in the middle of the day. She had gone in for a check-up because the night before she was up with contractions. Gratefully, she was dilated to a seven, progressing, and staying to have her baby. I got to the hospital around 3:40. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all so happy to be there. The atmosphere was very laid back. Contractions were coming regularly and strong, but not disabling.&amp;nbsp; Marianne was in and out of the tub. Within a short time, things were intensifying. The contractions were getting very uncomfortable. Marianne moved to the bed because water births aren't allowed at that hospital.&amp;nbsp; After blood, sweat, tears, laughter, position changes, and 30 minutes of pushing baby Violet was here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately we all knew Violet's sweet disposition. She is calm and good natured.&amp;nbsp; She is absolutely&amp;nbsp; darling with lots of brown hair, big lips, and wrinkle line above her nose. Totally irresistible!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember during transition looking at Marianne. I felt so helpless for her- I knew that no comfort measures could help her at this point. She was in great distress and discomfort. Then all of the sudden time stopped long enough for Marianne to compose herself.&amp;nbsp; It was as if someone came in the room and wiped the agony away. Her breathe slowed and her face changed. The world started spinning again and the next push Violet was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childbirth is totally amazing. Every birth is different and yet the same feelings of reverence, admiration, and humility flood through me. I envision a gathering of angels present at every birth. They all get the invite and bless the new baby. They've come to celebrate family. I am happy to share in this celebratory&amp;nbsp; experience. That is one of the many reasons that I am a doula.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6490411067432142976?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6490411067432142976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6490411067432142976&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6490411067432142976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6490411067432142976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/05/ray-of-sunshine.html' title='a ray of sunshine'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8207142490939011569</id><published>2010-04-26T15:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:14:09.447-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Below are pictures from Saturday night with Heather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S9YADLjQ1gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zqObkI3E7hE/s1600/bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S9YADLjQ1gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zqObkI3E7hE/s400/bday.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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;Below are some pics from Sunday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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; A). Ella the monster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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; B). Jax and Bria's b-day card creations. So cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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; C). Georgia had &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;5 &lt;/span&gt;kitties on my b-day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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; D.) Chocolate cheesecake. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&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/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S9YAS1PuIrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zMj_YuMQx4U/s1600/sunday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S9YAS1PuIrI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/zMj_YuMQx4U/s400/sunday.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&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/1992363831881115347-8207142490939011569?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8207142490939011569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8207142490939011569&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8207142490939011569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8207142490939011569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S9YADLjQ1gI/AAAAAAAAAeI/zqObkI3E7hE/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7238290980155392190</id><published>2010-04-25T15:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T23:34:46.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to me!!!</title><content type='html'>Somewhere in my subconscious, I get anxiety and stress around my birthday. It's like I wake up and realize that I am out of sorts and then say to myself, "Oh yeah, my birthday is coming up." Not this year! I have been totally embracing life and age!&amp;nbsp;I have been celebrating all week! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I credit some&amp;nbsp;of this year's ease to&amp;nbsp;Carol Tuttle's book, &lt;em&gt;It's Just My Nature&lt;/em&gt;. It's a&amp;nbsp;book about remembering who you are and to stop conforming&amp;nbsp;to other's (or yourself's)&amp;nbsp;perfect person image.&amp;nbsp;I know that I am carefree and playful, but also passionate and serious about things that matter to me. My lifestyle and habits are not in alignment with the world's. I don't have a 9-5 job. I don't care about time. I will play everyday and do things that I enjoy. I think with my heart. I am last minute about almost everything. Previous to reading &lt;em&gt;It's Just My Nature&lt;/em&gt;, I felt irresponsible and childish, but now&amp;nbsp;I am embracing those qualities. I am who I am. I contribute to the world in my own way. Most importantly, I am happy with myself. After 25 years of living, I am accepting myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday celebrations this week have been off the chizain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a palm reader! It was awesome! I recommend it to anyone. The lines on your palm are changing daily giving you signs about you! I went to Chrissa at the&lt;a href="http://www.goldenbraidbooks.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Golden Braid Bookstore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. That day was&amp;nbsp;fun-packed because I hung out with&amp;nbsp;James, Melissa and her family.&amp;nbsp;After palm reading, we went the top of SLC library to overlook the valley and see the roof gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;received not one, but two massages during the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a Deseret Industry and Savers shopping spree. I&amp;nbsp;bought a new spring wardrobe. Second hand shopping&amp;nbsp;is so fulfilling because its like I went to hundreds of stores instead&amp;nbsp;of just two. Also, I am&amp;nbsp;a participant&amp;nbsp;in the reduce, reuse, recycle system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went caramel. My hair is now a soft shade of caramel. Thank you to my beautiful hair dresser whose skills are tremedous. We also partied hard 'Ape &amp;amp; Stace' style by watching a BBC romance and eating a lot of delicious food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my actual birthday, I went to work. In the words of Jim Gaffigan, "Oh, I have to work on my birthday, argh, I have to pay for sex on my birthday." LOL. I actually like to go to work so that was pretty fun. After work, Heather took me out for a night on the town!! I always get spoiled by her :) Thank you, sis! We ate at Pizzeria 712. Yummy! Then we shopped, Red Mangoed it, and went to The Back-up Plan. I give it 1 1/2 stars out of four stars. It was funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I had a little family birthday dinner. Chocolate cheesecake, YES PLEASE :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone for remembering me on my birthday and making my day special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7238290980155392190?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7238290980155392190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7238290980155392190&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7238290980155392190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7238290980155392190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-to-me.html' title='Happy Birthday to me!!!'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3942164310261809176</id><published>2010-04-15T13:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:19:04.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>In a loving way...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Doesn't Mr. Schuester look like a frog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S8dlwb-DYgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t_pIHHpGWhk/s1600/mr+schu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S8dlwb-DYgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t_pIHHpGWhk/s320/mr+schu.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Specifically, the frog from the hit movie, The Frog Princess?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S8dmF-5cb1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MozTnaSsGXg/s1600/frog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S8dmF-5cb1I/AAAAAAAAAeA/MozTnaSsGXg/s320/frog.jpg" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3942164310261809176?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3942164310261809176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3942164310261809176&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3942164310261809176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3942164310261809176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/04/doesnt-mr.html' title='In a loving way...'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S8dlwb-DYgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/t_pIHHpGWhk/s72-c/mr+schu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1207034031468919913</id><published>2010-03-31T21:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T21:27:08.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Discount for all of April</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;April is my favorite month! In honor of Spring and renewal, I am sending everyone a coupon for $12 off any service. This coupon is only redeemable in April. Spring is the perfect time cleanse the body, relax, and renew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you want to "spring clean" your body, I recommend the Raindrop Technique. It's detox that will leave you feeling great for weeks! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am also excited to announce that I am a birth doula. I help, support, and serve pregnant women. If you or someone you know is pregnant and wants a doula, refer them my way. Anyone who hires me or refers someone that hires me as a doula will receive a free massage! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My office is in Everybody Wellcome in Orem (right on State street). You can call or email to schedule you appt. I look forward to seeing you this month. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S7QQ8d6lQ1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/9qUAc4INlTc/s1600/another+option.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S7QQ8d6lQ1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/9qUAc4INlTc/s320/another+option.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-1207034031468919913?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1207034031468919913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1207034031468919913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1207034031468919913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1207034031468919913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Discount for all of April'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S7QQ8d6lQ1I/AAAAAAAAAdk/9qUAc4INlTc/s72-c/another+option.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-619406861239958994</id><published>2010-03-24T15:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T15:48:51.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;What if you slept,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;and what if in your sleep you dreamed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;and what if in your dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;you went to heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;and there you plucked a strange and beautiful flower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;and what if when you awoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;you had the flower in your hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Ah, what then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; 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; ~Samuel Taylor Coleridge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S6qH6xrjapI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wyRqCJWVBow/s1600/pictures_of_tropical_flowers4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S6qH6xrjapI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wyRqCJWVBow/s320/pictures_of_tropical_flowers4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-619406861239958994?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/619406861239958994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=619406861239958994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/619406861239958994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/619406861239958994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-if-you-slept-and-what-if-in-your.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S6qH6xrjapI/AAAAAAAAAdU/wyRqCJWVBow/s72-c/pictures_of_tropical_flowers4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7832292462857223295</id><published>2010-03-22T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:54:14.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Reform</title><content type='html'>I went on Twitter and Facebook to&amp;nbsp;read all of the upset about&amp;nbsp;the health care reform. Political opinions aside, I see a silver lining: Maybe Americans will start paying attention and&amp;nbsp;taking responsibility for their health! I am not talking about researching over-the-counter meds the next time your child has a runny nose and staying up-to-date on&amp;nbsp;vaccines.&amp;nbsp;I am referring to core lifestyle&amp;nbsp;changes. How about we start feeding our families whole foods rather than mac and cheese? How about the next time you have a headache reaching for a glass of water&amp;nbsp;instead of&amp;nbsp;a tylenol and coke? How about getting massages, doing cleanses, walking more, listening to your body when it is tired or sick?&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the same &lt;strong&gt;excuses&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;-It's cheaper to eat processed foods.&lt;br /&gt;-I don't know any other options rather than over-the-counter meds.&lt;br /&gt;-It doesn't really make that big of difference.&lt;br /&gt;-I am going to die one day anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres what I think:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I think spending more on groceries every week is worth&amp;nbsp;increased brain and body functions.&amp;nbsp;Its also cheaper than sick&amp;nbsp;families&amp;nbsp;and doctor visits.&lt;br /&gt;-It&amp;nbsp;IS scary but also really liberating learning about new products and new ways of dealing with illness. Inform yourself! There are many classes offered through health food stores, health clinics, private practices, and members of your community. I would love to teach more classes about Young Living products and Gorgeously Green-ing your homes. &lt;br /&gt;-It does make a difference to eat healthy and be proactive with your health. I know people who have cured cancer on green diets and not one treatment of radiation. &lt;br /&gt;-For those who think that unhealthy habits won't haunt them after physical death, don't understand anything about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, I want Americans to reform their health.&amp;nbsp;Everyone (Especially me) needs improvement. We can rely on each other for help and support. Let's bring back community! I can't think of a more worthwhile cause than helping each other be healthy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7832292462857223295?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7832292462857223295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7832292462857223295&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7832292462857223295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7832292462857223295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/health-reform.html' title='Health Reform'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-986713208379648126</id><published>2010-03-03T17:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T18:39:48.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Desert</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When I think of Arizona, I think of boring terrain. Granted, I haven't been everywhere in AZ, but I just roadtriped through a lot of the state and was very visually stimulated. First of all, Arizona license plates are colorful for a reason. I saw so many beautiful colors in the desert. The saguaros cacti are enormous. Arizona is the only place in the world where the saguaros grow. It is also a very mountainous state--not flat. Between the mountains, cactus, flowers, and red rock, I was in heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Sedona, I hiked a one of seven vortexes. I really enjoyed that experience. Overall, Sedona is amazing. I have heard that it is the prettiest city in the US. I could believe that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S5rj5cy-pmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_rvBSQTzpQs/s1600-h/38640382_bellrocksunset.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S5rj5cy-pmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_rvBSQTzpQs/s640/38640382_bellrocksunset.jpg" vt="true" width="428" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerome is another beautiful city. Former mining city, turned ghost town, and now its an artsy touristy city. Maynard James Keenan, lead singer of Tool resides in Jerome and runs an art gallery. So, you can imagine how cool it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I enjoyed most was spending time with my brother and his family. I went to Arizona to drive my brother's car for him. They needed an extra driver and I wanted a getaway. They moved to the Verde valley- which is right in the middle of Sedona and Jerome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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;We all miss them terribly! My brother is awesome and a great friend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother has total faith and trust that the universe will provide and it does! (I get scared and anxious). He moved his family to Arizona because its beautiful. He had no job or place to live before he went down there. Not surprisingly, it all worked out. I hope to have that kind of faith in the universe one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the awesome road trip, beautiful adventure, and lesson learned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Note: I did not take these pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-986713208379648126?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/986713208379648126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=986713208379648126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/986713208379648126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/986713208379648126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/03/beautiful-desert.html' title='Beautiful Desert'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/S5rj5cy-pmI/AAAAAAAAAb0/_rvBSQTzpQs/s72-c/38640382_bellrocksunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8778381464673974419</id><published>2010-02-08T18:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:05:44.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>V-day Conclusions</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is coming and I've been thinking.... the holiday has become disgustingly commercialized. Also, I've been single every Valentine's Day of my life. With that said, I should join the 'Single Awareness Day' folks. Something inside of me enjoys Valentine's Day though. I gleefully celebrate it every year by watching rom-coms, eating chocolate, smelling roses, and wearing red or pink underwear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about things I like about about V-day, got me thinking about Cupid ... Who is Cupid? He is the son of Venus (Goddess of love) and Mercury (messenger God). How sweet, a child who spreads love messages. However, un-sweet is the whole history of Cupid and his love arrows. Roman mythology is whacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Researching Cupid got me thinking.... In my astrology profile, I am ruled by Venus. Somewhere in the universe, Cupid and I are linked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusions: Although I disagree with holidays losing their true meaning because of commercialism, I am a love child ruled by Venus. Therefore, I insist on celebrating love holidays. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other conclusions: Dear John had some sexy Channing Tatum moments and I like celebrating by watching rom-dramas too. Happy Valentine's Day!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8778381464673974419?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8778381464673974419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8778381464673974419&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8778381464673974419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8778381464673974419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/02/v-day-conclusions.html' title='V-day Conclusions'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7846220376607638871</id><published>2010-01-30T12:10:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T16:30:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Birth</title><content type='html'>It's almost been a week since I attended a beautiful birth. Unbelievable how fast time flies. I was in attendance as a doula &amp; friend. Esther delivered at Birthing Your Way in Orem. http://birthingyourway.com/ I had never attended a birth outside of a hospital setting before. It was totally incredible! The center was so safe, relaxed, and home-like. I felt very fortunate to share the experience with such a knowledgeable, strong, and diverse team. There were two midwives, one midwife assistant, one student midwife, and me. Not to mention Esther and her mother are both nurses and Keyvan is really informed about natural childbirth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to express with words how miraculous it is to welcome a new baby into the world. Angels are dancing and singing, tears and laughter are flowing, and God is smiling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther labored at home for many hours before going to the birthing center. She labored for another 8-9 hours at the b.c. It was nice to not only have the options, but be encouraged to eat, bathe, drink, walk, listen to music, change positions when pushing, and be vocal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl cuteness came at 4:21 p.m. after an 1 1/2 hours of pushing. She was put on Esther's chest and peacefully gazed up at her mama. When dad said something her head and eyes immediately turned to him. She was alert, calm, and serene. She has a full head of black hair, black eyelashes, gorgeous skin, and the prettiest little face. She wanted to eat almost immediately and she did! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been an hour or more before she was weighed (6 lbs 14 oz) and measured (19in &amp; 3/8s) and assessed. Both mom and baby are happy and healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a lot of fear and misinformation about birthing outside of a hospital. Is it safe? Can I transfer to a hospital if I needed to? Are midwives informed? Will my baby survive? Yes, yes, yes, and yes. As a doula, a woman, and a witness, I speak honestly that it is safe and normal. If you or baby have health problems, maybe the hospital is the best place for you to deliver. Either way, consider your options. Talk to people who have birthed outside and inside hospitals, with midwives and with ob-gyns, naturally and medicated. There is no right or wrong  way to bring your baby into the world. Choose to be informed!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a doula is amazing. I support everyone and every scenario. Doulas help mamas make informed decisions. My wish is for every laboring woman to have a doula. Women are really good at supporting, informing, and comforting women. Every doula I know works with budgets. If you have any questions or curiosities, get answers! You won't regret being informed, it's empowering!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7846220376607638871?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7846220376607638871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7846220376607638871&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7846220376607638871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7846220376607638871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/beautiful-birth.html' title='A Beautiful Birth'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6189921404898593829</id><published>2010-01-23T16:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T16:50:29.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A big thank you to those of you who read my blog and to Heather for making my headers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was teaching esthetics students about the basics of essential oils and massage. We also talked a lot about quality products that are good for the skin. I gave them a list of harmful chemicals that are common in cosmetics and other body products. Here is the list in case you are interested: http://www.gorgeouslygreen.com/downloads/Beauty.pdf &lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot about chemicals and skin sensitivity. There is an increase of people with allergies, thus bringing awareness to the ingredients in everyday products. Further emphasising the importance of knowing what synthetic ingredients are doing to your skin and organs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therapeutic grade essential oils (that contain no additives or dilutions and have been distilled at low temps and low pressure) are great for the skin. The molecules are small enough to be absorbed into the skin and they don't compromise the skin's acid mantle. This is boring info, but significantly important esp. when purchasing and using essential oils. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the students who was pregnant asked if the oils were safe to use during pregnancy. I told her ABSOLUTELY. The only ones that aren't are Oregano, Thyme, Clary Sage and sometimes Fennel and I gave her specific explanations. Then I said, The more important question is, 'Is my shampoo, lotion, laundry detergent, toilet cleaner etc. safe to use?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, please consider the safety of your everyday household cleaners, cosmetics, and skin products. Some, no MOST, of these products are really hazardous to you, your children, and pets. You don't have to compromise cleanliness, smell goods, or price to use safe products. And I mean it when I say price. In fact, most would save money if they used safe cleaning products. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Research this for yourself. Don't trust me. Learn about the products your family is using. It matters. Your health shouldn't be compromised for a smelly hand soap or a cheap lotion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6189921404898593829?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6189921404898593829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6189921404898593829&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6189921404898593829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6189921404898593829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-thank-you-to-those-of-you-who-read.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7779640171738915112</id><published>2009-12-28T01:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T01:14:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love receiving holiday letters. It seems like families write down all of their big milestones and give updates on each family member. I've always wanted to write one and send one out to friends and family, but feel somewhat weird because I am single and would only be giving updates on myself. Now I can write my holiday letter, all about me, on my, all about me, blog. And yes, its long because I do like to talk about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for being in my life and for your love and support this past year. 2009 has been a big year for me and I would like to share month by month some of my highlights with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I re-learned to be grateful for my body. I volunteered to massage someone who was recently injured and staying in a quadriplegic rehab center at the U. He is around my age and very active and alive, but had some crazy accident and is now experiencing paralysis from the chest down. Briefly, I learned what this injury encompasses and it really shook my world. A gained a new friend and a whole new perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Two things: First, I attended the big premiere of Minor Details. I worked on the film as a make-up artist with Becky. Please check out our work- you won't be disappointed. A big thank you to Melissa for the awesome hook-up. Secondly, I purchased Remembering Wholeness by Carol Tuttle for $1.00 back in January at DI, but finally read it in February. I re-read sections of it all the time- her writings have transformed me. By the way, the best time to shop goodwill is right after the New Year people are getting rid of stuff left and right. (January would also be a good month to dumpster dive- if you are into that :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; The coolest memory in March would have to be an awesome road trip to Moab. We hiked through Arches and then through Goblin Valley. Sadly, I had never done either before. It is so beautiful and its so close. It makes me sad to think of the arches colapsing- best not to go there or I'll get all Al Gore ish. I love getting outside and witnessing the Earth's beauty. However, the best part was being there with friends and getting awesome sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; This was a huge month for me because this is my Golden birthday year. I turned 24 on the 24th. WOWzers! Heather made my birthday special. She is so thoughtful that way. I spent the whole day with her and the kiddos. We went to lunch, a bakery, on a walk, and opened gifts which were all wrapped in gold paper. About a week before my b-day, I went on a road trip with Melissa to California- which was so awesome. I stayed at a sweet cabin in Lake Tahoe. (L.T. is an energy vortex). I explored San Francisco and played in the ocean. Mostly, I enjoyed meeting new friends. Overall, it was a perfect month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Big milestone- I quit my day job. I had been working for an outsourcing company since June of 2008. I hated the work and it was stealing my soul away. The last few months were terrible. So one day I said. 'I am threw with this.' I have never looked back. I met some great friends along the way- who I still am friends with and I learned about global networking and outsourcing. I don't regret it for one second, but I am so glad I am threw with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;June:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I attended a doula training conference; thus, fulfilling a huge goal. I have wanted to be a doula for years and finally things aligned. I manifested this, pre-sold some gift certificates to pay for it, and am so glad I did. I really am quite proud of myself. I wasn't sure if I could do it- and I almost backed out, but didn't. I met some amazing ladys who I am still in contact with- the whole weekend was magical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;July:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My family took a vacation to Michigan. My dad's family is from Michigan and they all live there. We don't make it out as often as we would like to. It is sort of a trip to visit with family members, who (unfortunately) I barely know, and they share my eyes and sense of humor and I automatically love them. My favorite past time is hanging out on the beach- that is enough for me. I am so happy to have these memories in Michigan and hope for many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;August:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I have the goal to see all of my favorite artists in concert. I went to Bret Dennen in April which was the best time- I sang and danced the night away. In August, Iron &amp;amp; Wine came for free- which was even better! Two artists are crossed off my list in 2009! Anyway, what made Iron &amp;amp; Wine so special was that I went to the concert alone. I couldn't find anyone to go with because as usual it was last minute. I usually back out if I have to do something alone, but I went anyway and had the time of my life. It was an outside summer concert- all I can say is it was a perfect night (except for the girl singing Flightless Bird, American Mouth in my ear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Great month, but I need to preface with some history. First off, I got rid of my massage office in August, due to costs, which was as depressing as hell. Let me back up here, in July I found another office to work out of- to try and save my office. I got the job on the spot because it just so happens they were looking for a new therapist. I didn't know how great my new office was for me because I was still so upset about trying to save my office and was fighting a loosing battle. Alas, I got rid of my office in August, and was super depressed for weeks at the new office because I felt like a huge failure. Fast forward to September, I began flourishing at my new office. I get along well with all of the people I work with. To get to the point, feeling blessed and fulfilled where I am was a massive accomplishment because having my own office meant a lot me and giving it up was an ego crusher. Another career advancement, I attended my last birth (to get me doula certification- yes, I am a pirate). Previous to this, I had two other births and a six week Hypnobabies class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;October:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; For all those who believe in manifestation listen to this beautiful experience unveil: I had a job interview set-up on the 10th in Las Vegas and no money to stay there. As a solution, I was corresponding with a person on KSL to trade massage for a night in his condo in Vegas. He wasn't being very responsive even though he had confirmed that he would like to trade. It was the night before I was supposed to leave and this guy was being wishy-washy so I called him up and got a little assertive and forthright. The end result was a two night paid stay in the Greek Isle resort. Talk about awesome. To top it off, I met a friend in Vegas and we had a Vegas vacation. It was miraculous. Another perk, I landed the job- it's in Hawaii- working on a cruise ship. I haven't accepted it yet because I am still getting my license transferred. Also, this month I took a road trip with my dad to Durango. My brother and his family were moving to Utah and needed some help with moving their stuff. I loved the drive, the time with my family, and I knew we were helping out. Durango is beautiful and sadly I only visited twice during the 6 or 7 years my brother lived there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;November:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; At the first of this month I sort of got obsessed with living off the land- and in parent's yard that means apples. I was overtaken by the simple beauty and bounty of an apple tree. (I also picked my neighbor’s apples). Aside from being grateful for the apples and extended warm weather, I've reflected on my life's happiness. I have a lot of happiness amidst the struggles. I have a career, options, a place to live, and I have many friends and family. I feel surrounded by love and know that I can't take that for granted. I enjoyed Thanksgiving and was happy to spend it with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I am proud to say that I saw my first UFO. Dugway happened and I didn't see it and I was totally bummed. Then on December 12th I was woken up by a flash of bluish green light in my room. I looked out the window and saw the flash across the sky two more times- which resulted in a power outage for more than an hour. I was freaking out and woke up my parents. My mom thought it must have been a car or something. It was not a car! I am not alone in my witnessing, I found another person who saw the same thing. I am a believer now. I saw a UFO! I am also looking forward to the blue moon Dec. 31st. After all, blues moons only happen 'once in a blue moon'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you if you read this long post. I hope your year was filled with happiness, hope, love, and light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7779640171738915112?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7779640171738915112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7779640171738915112&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7779640171738915112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7779640171738915112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-love-receiving-holiday-letters.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7672419452916598576</id><published>2009-12-06T21:02:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:11:43.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Sara and Heather's persistance I put up my Christmas playlist. Sadly, I couldn't get The Killer's new song Happy Birthday Guadalupe. Each year The Killer's release a new Christmas song and all the proceeds go to the charity RED. Take a minute and watch their video, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_T_H0DJ9-t0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Guadalupe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. You will like it because A.)  Luke Perry is in it oo la la B.) It's a Mexican Christmas and C.) It's the Killers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7672419452916598576?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7672419452916598576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7672419452916598576&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7672419452916598576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7672419452916598576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-cheer.html' title='Christmas Cheer'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4424063560309519963</id><published>2009-12-04T15:06:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T18:54:56.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pioneer Spirit</title><content type='html'>To get into the Thanksgiving spirit I read a book about a pioneer who became my hero. Her name is Mary Ingles, not the 'Little House on the Prairie' Mary Ingles. This Mary Ingles is the one who watched family members get slaughtered by Shawnee Indians, then was taken hostage by them, through the grace of God escaped enslavement, and walked 1000 miles home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was 23 at the time, with two young boys, and nine months pregnant- due any day.  She and her boys and her sister in law were not slaughtered in the attack and were forced to walk or ride horseback over 500 miles down the Ohio river. Mary had her baby while she was in captivity on the trail. For the next few days, she rode horseback and nearly bled to death, while at the same time feeding her brand new baby girl. During her journey down the Ohio river, she suffered and bled, cared for her now three children, and memorized the terrain. She had no education about her surroundings because she was one of the first white people to explore that territory. While on the journey, one of the the leaders, Wildcat, recognized her strength and began to favor her among the captives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they reached the village, by custom all captives are forced to run down a line while the other villagers stand at the sides and beat them with sticks and alike objects. The purpose is to initiate the captives and find their strength. Mary and her children were exempt from this ritual because the person before her who ran down the line died and because Wildcat plead with the Chief to spare her. After the initiation, the captives are sent to work in the village. While working, other villagers are noting their skills so they can be adopted and put into Native families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary was separated from her sister-in-law and put to work sewing shirts for the villagers and a nearby trading post. Wildcat came to Mary for a shirt. While getting measured, he asked her to be his wife and he would adopt her children. This was a promising offer because it was expected that Wildcat would one day be chief. Mary, hoping that her husband was still alive, refused Wildcat's offer and as a consequence was sold into slavery. Wildcat adopted her two son's. She was left with her baby and a full time sewing job at a trading post. Helping her sew and also taking turns nursing her baby was a Squaw. Mary was really sad about this, but also relieved in a way because she had much to do and little time and energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trading company was planning a trip up the river (in the direction of Mary's home land) to salt some meet and prepare and gather food for the winter. Mary went because she had already been to the salt river where meat is preserved. On the journey to the river she met up with Ghtel,  a large, fierce Dutch woman. Together they gathered food and prepared meals. Mary determined to escape, convinced she could not spend another night with the crew, planned her escape. She persuaded Ghtel to join her.She had to make a choice, was she going to abandon her baby? She knew she couldn't do the trek in the cold wilderness with no supplies with a baby. She left her baby in the care of the Squaw woman. Mary and Ghtel fled the company each with a blanket, one tomahawk, and a spear. They ventured out alone to gather food and hit the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary led them to her home land according to memory. They started in autumn along the Ohio river. They ate berries, acorns, fish, and nuts. However, autumn turned to winter all to quickly and food grew sparse. Together these women traveled days without food. Their limbs were freezing, their shoes fell apart, and extreme stress led to contention. These two survived on Mary's dream to return home to her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some time with no food, Ghtel started going crazy. She threatened to eat Mary on several occasions. They were each other's survival, enemies, best friends, and warmth. With each fight they lost supplies. Soon they had no tomahawk, one blanket, no clothes or shoes left on their bodies, and no spear. They dug the frozen ground looking for bugs, roots, and worms. Naked, cold, bleeding, and crazy these women trekked until one day Ghtel bit Mary, attempting to eat her. Mary fought Ghtel for her life. Mary crossed the freezing river for safety. That night apart from each was bitter cold and unbearable. Miraculously, they both survived the night lonely and desperate. The following morning they continued trekking with a huge river between them. Usually they were in view of each other which lessened the pains of loneliness.  They reached a fork in the river with a mountain to cross and hoped to see each other on the other side. Mary climbed the frost covered cliff only to find one more cliff. As her body ate itself for nourishment and warmth she slept the night and was relieved to find herself alive the next morning. She again climbed another snow speckled cliff. On the other side she saw a house with smoke leaving the chimney. She had never seen a more beautiful site in her life. At this point in her journey she could not longer walk on her bloody frosty feet. Forced to crawl, she made her way to the house. Coming out of the house was her friend and neighbor. He didn't recognize her at first because of her skeletal appearance and her hair turned bright white due to the extreme stress she endured. While re-acquainting herself with her neighbor she passed out. Luckily he nursed he back to health. Mary still had at least another day's travel before reaching her home. After only days of being cared for, she again (with the assistance of her neighbor) began journeying home. She made it home to no husband. All of this time, her husband had been having his own adventures trying to find Mary. Within a very short time, they found him and brought him back to Mary. Their homecoming was indeed emotional and loving, but something had changed in Mary's eyes. Her experiences left her separated from him in certain ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tried persuading her neighbor to go and find Ghtel, but after hearing her survival story,  he and the town refused to go and find Ghtel the cannibal.  Mary was devastated because no one could really understand the things that they had gone through together and although Ghtel, tried to eat a few times, she was still her loving friend. Finally they agreed to go find Ghtel. They found her alive and brought her to Mary. Their reuniting was difficult and yet happy and completely normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary and her husband lived a long life together. They had more children. Eventually Mary was reunited with one of her son's that Wildcat adopted. The younger of the two sons died two weeks after separation from Mary, his mother. And she never heard of  her baby girl again. She and her husband bought back her sister in law. Mary's husband died at 50 something and she died at 80 something. Her son wrote her adventures down. And she is a living legend and my new hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a long post, but think of it this way : I just saved you from reading approx 400 pages of Follow the River by James Alexander Thom, a national best seller.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4424063560309519963?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4424063560309519963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4424063560309519963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4424063560309519963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4424063560309519963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/12/pioneer-spirit.html' title='Pioneer Spirit'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7612774326968483907</id><published>2009-11-12T13:39:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T14:26:36.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CMAs</title><content type='html'>Yes, I watched the Country Music Awards. I was disappointed that I was missing out on Modern Family and Cougar Town, but I'm a country music fan so I watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Paisley and Carrie Underwood weren't very funny to me. I was embarassed for both of them throughout different parts of the award show. I hope they don't host next year. I did appreciate them poking fun at Kanye, but once was enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I was pretty discusted that Taylor Swift won so many awards. Most disappointing was The Entertainer of the Year award. As upset as I was, I think my mom and Carrie Underwood were more upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Worst&lt;/strong&gt; performances:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really liked &lt;strong&gt;Martina McBride, "I Was Country When Country Wasn't Cool," with George Strait. &lt;/strong&gt;George made it awesome. &lt;strong&gt;Keith Urban&lt;/strong&gt; is the bomb. I loved his song &lt;strong&gt;"Til Summer Comes Around."&lt;/strong&gt; It has a bluesy sound- which I am a sucker for. Mixed reviews about the &lt;strong&gt;Kenny Chesney/Dave Mathews's&lt;/strong&gt; duet, &lt;strong&gt;"I'm Alive."&lt;/strong&gt; I love slow sentimental songs so it worked for me. The performance was a top favorite of mine. Lastly, I have to admit that I liked &lt;strong&gt;Taylor Swift's, "Fifteen&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; She was in her element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daughty and Vince Gill&lt;/strong&gt; did NOT do it for me. The song &lt;strong&gt;"Tennesse Line"&lt;/strong&gt; was a pretty cool song, but where was Vince? I was really bored during &lt;strong&gt;Sugarland, "Keep You." &lt;/strong&gt;I physically had to leave the room during &lt;strong&gt;Jamey Johnson &amp;amp; Kid Rock, "Between Jennings and Jones." &lt;/strong&gt;I wanted &lt;strong&gt;Brookes &amp;amp; Dunn&lt;/strong&gt; to go out singing one of their biggest hits. Overall, their performance was good. I was just let down. I wanted them to go out with a bigger bang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the Dixie Chicks. Come back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7612774326968483907?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7612774326968483907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7612774326968483907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7612774326968483907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7612774326968483907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/cmas.html' title='CMAs'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3343449732050441289</id><published>2009-11-04T10:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:44:53.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Tag 2</title><content type='html'>I went a little out of control and created a playlist to go with my song tag. Also, I changed a function of my playlist. It is no long on auto start. You actually have to hit play to listen to la musica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3343449732050441289?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3343449732050441289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3343449732050441289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3343449732050441289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3343449732050441289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/song-tag-2.html' title='Song Tag 2'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6329178818457007962</id><published>2009-11-03T20:05:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T13:58:21.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stacie's Song Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I created a tag. It is short and fun. Feel free to write more than one answer for each question because I know how hard it is to pick favorites with music. It is suppossed to be fun (as mentioned before:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;1. Favorite Disney song: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Part of your world- Little Mermaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Favorite sad song: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A Falling Through- Ray Lamontagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Favorite love song: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Impossible to say, but I have a soft spot for Perhaps Love- John Denver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your happy song: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Blessed is this life- Brett Dennen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What is your favorite song in Dirty Dancing (RIP Patrick): &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Be my baby- The Ronettes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Favorite MJ song (RIP): &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Will you be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite new (to you) artist: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Theres a few: Calexico, Missy Higgins, James Morrison, Amos Lee, and Joni Mitchel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. All time favorite artist/band: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The numbers are my ages when they were my all time favorite. Tori Amos 10-18, DMB 13-17, Counting Crows 13-17, Alanis Morissette 13-18, Jack Johnson 18-23, Damien Rice 19-23 , Ray Lamontagne 19-24, Iron &amp;amp; Wine 20-24 *A lot of overlapping and also a lot artists because I am not exclusive with my music tastes. And Martin Sexton, John Denver, Heather Nova, James Taylor, Brett Dennen didn't make the cut :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Favorite Male artist: &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ray Lamontagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Favorite female artist: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tori Amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;11. Favorite break-up song:&lt;/span&gt; Cocoon- Jack Johnson (happy song), Accidental babies- Damien Rice (depressed song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;12. Closet favorite artist or song: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Enigma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag Heather, Becky, Marianne, and anyone else who still blogs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6329178818457007962?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6329178818457007962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6329178818457007962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6329178818457007962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6329178818457007962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/11/stacies-tag.html' title='Stacie&apos;s Song Tag'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1373477812037042613</id><published>2009-10-19T13:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T13:31:53.658-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Nature Teaches a Lesson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sty-e8q3JRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bywIWBUkf9U/s1600-h/autumn_maple_3-2266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sty-e8q3JRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bywIWBUkf9U/s400/autumn_maple_3-2266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394395892574266642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autumn is my favorite season. It seems so short, I guess because I only love certain parts: I love the rich warm colors, I love harvest, I love grape juice and fresh salsa, I love Halloween, I love the excitement in the air, I love layering and long sleeves, and I especially love long drives through pretty canyons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on an autumnal drive up Payson canyon on Saturday. I saw the most brilliant red leafed tree. Naturally, I pulled over and perused to find the most beautiful leaf. As I neared the tree, I started to see imperfect leaves. Most of the leaves had been eaten away by bugs or dried out on the corners. This got me thinking (of course), the most beautiful things, people, and places are composed of imperfect pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get caught up in perfection. I want to be perfect at this and that and everything. This is impossible. Life is so much easier and much more beautiful when you stand back and view the entire tree rather than inspecting each leaf. Ahhh, the lessons mother nature teaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. image taken by David C. Schultz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-1373477812037042613?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1373477812037042613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1373477812037042613&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1373477812037042613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1373477812037042613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/10/mother-nature-teaches-lesson.html' title='Mother Nature Teaches a Lesson'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sty-e8q3JRI/AAAAAAAAAYg/bywIWBUkf9U/s72-c/autumn_maple_3-2266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3442774912831040785</id><published>2009-09-14T14:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T14:31:28.273-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnant and Swine Flu</title><content type='html'>I am not pregnant nor do I have swine flu, but one of my lady's that I am doula-ing for who is DUE in a week and a half got swine flu. Saturday I went over and gave her a Raindrop Technique treatment. I called her today and she is feeling great- nearly whole again! It is such a relief knowing that she can have the strength and health to have her baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you or any of your family members are sick (even if they are quarentined to the home) there is hope. I can help you. Don't let the sickness get any worse than it has too. I can work on infants, children, adults, elderly- anyone and everyone. I am quite optimistic about staying healthy during the fall and winter months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have questions or need more info call or email me at anytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3442774912831040785?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3442774912831040785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3442774912831040785&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3442774912831040785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3442774912831040785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/09/pregnant-and-swine-flu.html' title='Pregnant and Swine Flu'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2937627321488779549</id><published>2009-08-29T12:38:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:45:32.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a forward yesterday of 30 random thoughts. I got a kick out of these ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to the car to bring my groceries in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren’t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the freezer deserves a light as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2937627321488779549?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2937627321488779549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2937627321488779549&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2937627321488779549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2937627321488779549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-got-forward-yesterday-of-30-random.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-9220046207083383871</id><published>2009-08-16T22:16:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T22:59:15.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WE</title><content type='html'>This weekend I have spent some time watching Hallmark and WE (women's entertainment). On WE, I watched Under the Tuscan Sun. I wanted to hide in the closet during the scene when Diane Lane's character, Frances is dancing and chanting "I've still got it." Gross. Embarrassing moment aside, I really love the overall message of the movie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick synopsis: Frances's husband divorces her. She didn't expect it. Her friend offers her a trip to the Tuscany with a group called 'gay and away.' She accepts. While there, she purchases an awesome estate/cottage. She has ups and downs and manages to make all of her wants come true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I love about it, we all go through those downer times in life. Then an opportunity arises. We reject it. Thankfully we have a moment of clarity and faith. Soon thereafter, if not immediately, we find ourselves accepting and embracing. Our thoughts are 'this is scary and exciting but I am doing it NOW or else I never will.' Don't you love you those moments?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'scary and exciting' moments are clear. Here are some to mention: 1. Switching colleges last minute: I said no to Utah State and hit up BYUI even though I had a scholarship at Utah State. 2. Deciding on massage therapy. I was on a Saturday drive, passed by the facility, and said I am doing this. No looking back since then:) 3. Meeting Damien Rice. Sure I tripped and fell on my face while going up to meet him, but I did it, and as an added bonus I hugged him! 4. Going to Colorado for massage gig. I was only gone for 7 weeks, but learned a lifetime of lessons and managed to fall in love with Colorado. 5. Doula training. I had no money. I offered a smoking deal selling massage gift certificates and worked the rest out with my trainer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for more moments in my life when my heart is racing, I have total faith, and No idea of how the details will pan out. But totally stoked. To me, this is what life is all about. And to think, this post came to life because of a WE movie event.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-9220046207083383871?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9220046207083383871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=9220046207083383871&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9220046207083383871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9220046207083383871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/we.html' title='WE'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2789367722942183552</id><published>2009-08-05T13:15:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:26:19.729-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from trip</title><content type='html'>All of these pictures were taken by Heather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnncSM2IYbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Olruvk25GdI/s1600-h/298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnncSM2IYbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Olruvk25GdI/s400/298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366562636232679858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnncD6hcQqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yAwppMP2MNU/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnncD6hcQqI/AAAAAAAAAXs/yAwppMP2MNU/s400/145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366562390795895458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Ella getting warm by the fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Snnb1btMAJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gOJl9kqAZlw/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Snnb1btMAJI/AAAAAAAAAXk/gOJl9kqAZlw/s400/047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366562142005493906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lake Michigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnnbiJ8YWWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CPt7PTshxkA/s1600-h/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnnbiJ8YWWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/CPt7PTshxkA/s400/112.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366561810819864930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duck Lake Channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnnbQ1sKGYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OA5KKRe5WUM/s1600-h/162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnnbQ1sKGYI/AAAAAAAAAXU/OA5KKRe5WUM/s400/162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366561513325336962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me eating blueberries&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2789367722942183552?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2789367722942183552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2789367722942183552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2789367722942183552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2789367722942183552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/pics-from-trip.html' title='Pics from trip'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SnncSM2IYbI/AAAAAAAAAX0/Olruvk25GdI/s72-c/298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7026718377476657374</id><published>2009-08-05T12:18:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T13:15:03.184-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Michigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Top 10 Highlights:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Mr. Scribb's Pizza: Chewy cheese. Tasty. Not as good as I remembered, but still delicious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Whippy Dip ice cream: Specifically the black and white cone and turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Driving the rental car: I have never driven in Muskegon before and it helped me get to know the area really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Docks and channels: We like to watch the big ships go through the channel. Actually so does everyone else. Surprisingly, there are people who sit in their cars and watch the ships for hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Checking out the real estate: We drove through the town looking for 'for sale' signs. This was a daily activity for us. Our relatives want to lure us into moving to Michigan :) Also, as a whole, our family is curious. Who doesn't want to know what every house in the town looks like on the inside? Prices are incredibly cheap! As Lori would say, "they are giving away houses." Lori found a decent house for $5,000 in the heights (rough neighborhood). Who knows what the interior looks like, but the real estate agent said that she has sold houses for as low as $2,000 in the heights. OUTRAGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The blue tube: We found a tube on the beach. The last day we were there, I saw the owners deflating it. I wonder what they thought when they saw us using their tube everyday??? It was great though! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Blueberry picking: I love blueberries. They were beautiful this year. Some were seriously as big as quarters. The nice thing about picking berries yourself is that you get to eat as many as you want while picking them :) Lucky for me I found wild raspberry bushes too. I ate my fair share of berries for the week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Duck Lake Channel: My favorite spot. Duke lake is usually really warm, calm, and clear. I love to float on my back. It is so fun to spread out on the lake and not get crushed by a wave. Although, don't get me wrong I love that too. The channel flows into Michigan Lake so I can get some waves too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Aunt Elka: Elka lives in Indiana, in a gorgeous beach house on Michigan lake. Its the southern tip of the lake. Translation: significantly warmer water than in Muskegon. She and my Uncle Fuzz designed their beach house. It is really big and spacious because Fuzz was in a wheel chair toward the end. The house also has an elevator which was a hit with the kids. It was my first time there. I could tell that my dad really enjoyed being the house and visiting with Elka. The last time my dad went to Michigan was for Fuzz's funeral. The house has a lot of fun memorabila from their last house. Elka is really fun, relaxed, and social. She is the cool Aunt everybody wishes they had :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hanging out with my family: bbqs, lunches, drives, boat rides, beach days, bon fires, exploring the town days, visiting, laughing SOOOOO much, remembering, and loving each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7026718377476657374?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7026718377476657374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7026718377476657374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7026718377476657374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7026718377476657374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/08/trip-to-michigan.html' title='Trip to Michigan'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6345652138374837059</id><published>2009-07-15T13:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T13:13:03.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Who loves quizzes?&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one: http://www.gorgeouslygreen.com/quiz/&lt;br /&gt;I answered most of the questions incorrectly. hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6345652138374837059?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6345652138374837059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6345652138374837059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6345652138374837059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6345652138374837059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-loves-quizzes-this-is-tough-one.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-9216337144702217955</id><published>2009-07-14T12:06:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T12:18:25.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I pledged</title><content type='html'>Over the span of my life I have read several books that require action. I usually don't participate in the action part of books because I tell myself I will do it after I have read the entire book. I don't remember afterwards to go back through and do the activities and exercises. That's not the point, now is it? Why waste my time reading if the info is going through me? So I have started actually doing some of the things the books encourage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am reading Gorgeously Green by Sophie Uliano (which I purchased at the deseret industries! Talk about a green start!) I am pledging to live a more gorgeous and green life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SlzL090Wu_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/id2LeYs3QHM/s1600-h/green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SlzL090Wu_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/id2LeYs3QHM/s400/green.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358381767471840242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gorgeously Green Pledge:&lt;br /&gt;1.I commit to cutting my beef consumption down by 25-50%. I will prepare at least three meat-free meals a week. Meat production has a very heavy eco-impact.&lt;br /&gt;2.I commit to buying organic, seasonal, and locally produced food whenever possible. I vote with my dollars and want to support sustainable producers.&lt;br /&gt;3.I commit to cooking at least three meals a week at home so that I can save money, my health and the planet.&lt;br /&gt;4.I commit to reducing my food waste by 50 percent by sticking to my eating plan and my shopping list and by using my leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;5.I commit to growing something edible (even an herb will do!)&lt;br /&gt;6.I commit to recycling my paper, plastic, glass, and cans, and to buying recycled paper products (paper towels, napkins, and toilet paper) to preserve more trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading through the list, don't you think its possible that everyone including you could follow this pledge? I think so too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-9216337144702217955?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9216337144702217955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=9216337144702217955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9216337144702217955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9216337144702217955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-pledged.html' title='I pledged'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SlzL090Wu_I/AAAAAAAAAXE/id2LeYs3QHM/s72-c/green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-74793528463709688</id><published>2009-06-20T19:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T19:29:47.314-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Must See</title><content type='html'>Some of you may not believe or may not care, but its HUGE and its effecting your DNA, your health, and your future: it's called food. I know how easy it is to buy pre-packaged food or to buy the cheapest things at the grocery store. However, if we start demanding better produce and general products then my guess is we'll get them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6688aiWwAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/y6688aiWwAM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-74793528463709688?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/74793528463709688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=74793528463709688&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/74793528463709688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/74793528463709688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/must-see.html' title='A Must See'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8580739588447665833</id><published>2009-06-15T11:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T11:41:41.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mutant Message Down Under</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjaHf9iLDSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cE32WErlcdM/s1600-h/mutant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 130px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjaHf9iLDSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cE32WErlcdM/s400/mutant.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347610590712630562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book in high school. I really liked it. I found it at the Deseret Industries and couldn't refuse. WOW! I missed so much of the message the first time around. I suppose this is the type of book you can pick up every 5 or so years and re-read. If you haven't read it, read it! It is slightly controversial :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8580739588447665833?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8580739588447665833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8580739588447665833&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8580739588447665833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8580739588447665833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/mutant-message-down-under.html' title='Mutant Message Down Under'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjaHf9iLDSI/AAAAAAAAAW8/cE32WErlcdM/s72-c/mutant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3087690911652433671</id><published>2009-06-11T12:55:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T10:25:47.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pics from doula training</title><content type='html'>I just joined Twitter today and found these beautiful pics from my instructor. Thank you technology. By the way, does anyone know how to use Twitter because I don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjFUIyFw6iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QRE3YOOALj0/s1600-h/vladies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjFUIyFw6iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QRE3YOOALj0/s400/vladies2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346146742527126050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating some yummy snacks on day one. Still a bit reserved, but definitely happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjPSrhALhHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R8IyIfmbC_g/s1600-h/v4"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjPSrhALhHI/AAAAAAAAAW0/R8IyIfmbC_g/s400/v4" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346848827654243442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day two: I was pregnant here on the birthing ball getting some doula support! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjFUAIhq85I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xqxq7pWf_is/s1600-h/vladies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjFUAIhq85I/AAAAAAAAAWc/Xqxq7pWf_is/s400/vladies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346146593930933138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group picture on the last day. We were all chummy and friendly by then:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjPSCl68dCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dRKvH2h0NNs/s1600-h/v3"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjPSCl68dCI/AAAAAAAAAWs/dRKvH2h0NNs/s400/v3" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346848124599825442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the 'V' ladies because at the end of the training vagina was just another word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3087690911652433671?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3087690911652433671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3087690911652433671&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3087690911652433671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3087690911652433671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/pics-from-doula-training.html' title='Pics from doula training'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SjFUIyFw6iI/AAAAAAAAAWk/QRE3YOOALj0/s72-c/vladies2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8019892844216819121</id><published>2009-06-08T14:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T20:45:22.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feminist Explosion</title><content type='html'>Normally I am a feminist, but for the time being, I am a 'super-feminist.' Thank you doula training. Anyway, at my training I learned about a site http://www.owningpink.com/ I read through it quickly. I like what I have read so far. I really love the article, The True You: Are You Living an Authentic Life?  It brings up good points like: Do I express the real me? Do I even know who that person is? Self Expression is really important for me because I spend the majority of the time introverted.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has a scripture up by the computer that says "And verily I say unto thee that thou shalt lay aside the things of this world and seek for the things of a better." D&amp;C 25:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is totally a learning a process for all of us! I know that I spend too much time being a product of the world. I am not! We are all God's creation. We are all so different and unique. Let's find our authentic selves and stop trying to "fit in" with the world's expectations of a good wife, good mother, good daughter, good mormon, good student, good woman etc... Finding the true you and learning to express her is among the better things. Own your pink! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Si19IZuspPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j71AtSA45MA/s1600-h/Women3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Si19IZuspPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j71AtSA45MA/s400/Women3.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345065916057822450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8019892844216819121?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8019892844216819121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8019892844216819121&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8019892844216819121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8019892844216819121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/feminist-explosion.html' title='Feminist Explosion'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Si19IZuspPI/AAAAAAAAAWU/j71AtSA45MA/s72-c/Women3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6904660770384647837</id><published>2009-06-07T12:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:50:21.014-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a trained doula</title><content type='html'>I went to a doula training this weekend and loved it. I couldn't have imagined a better experience. I left the training feeling empowered, educated, and interwebbed with women. Our bodies are divine, capable, and strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really amazed me is how many different options are available to us while giving birth. I want everyone else to know their options too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need to attend three births to become internationally certified. So get pregnant or if you are already pregnant consider me as your doula. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SiwL0vg5xEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_lRQuH0Ev-E/s1600-h/prego2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SiwL0vg5xEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_lRQuH0Ev-E/s400/prego2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344659858517509186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6904660770384647837?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6904660770384647837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6904660770384647837&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6904660770384647837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6904660770384647837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-trained-doula.html' title='I am a trained doula'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SiwL0vg5xEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/_lRQuH0Ev-E/s72-c/prego2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-5342646865390381589</id><published>2009-05-23T20:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T10:40:28.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 most embarrassing massage questions</title><content type='html'>I found these questions and decided to answer them myself:&lt;br /&gt;(http://inner-harmony.gaia.com/blog/2009/2/10_embarrassing_massage_questionsand )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do I have to take off my underwear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES (just kidding). Your comfort is the most important thing. But honestly it makes it a little easier sometimes with garments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do I tip the therapist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES Leave a tip. Even if your strapped for cash. Utah is known for being terrible tippers. Law of karma- it will come back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What happens if I sleep and drool or snor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its totally okay. Sometimes its nice when people sleep:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Will the massage therapist be in the room when I take off my clothes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO you are in the room alone. Once I asked someone if they were ready for me to come into the room and they said 'uh huh', but he/she actually said 'nu uh' and I saw some nakedness. Lesson: be clear or you might have a similar experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What if I get an erection? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It does happen. Believe me it is uncomfortable for both parties. I would like to think it is controllable, but I have been told otherwise. So, basically what really happens is we both ignore the elephant in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If the massage is too soft or too hard should I speak up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES speak up! I am not a mind reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If I am self conscience about an area can I tell the therapist not to massage there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES most people are embarrassed. We are a society that is so afraid and uncomfortable with our bodies: blemishes, fat, hair, scars, etc.. I have seen it all and you don't need to be embarrassed, but speak up if you don't want to be touched somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What if I fart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it happens. It is really embarrassing. Side note- I had a client that couldn't hear and I used fart all the time while massaging him/her. So sometimes your therapist does it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Do I talk to the therapist or stay silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter. Usually excessive chatting is a sign of nervousness. My rule is that I will chat back, but I don't encourage chatting because this is your time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. How do I know if my therapist is legitimate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most therapists have his/her license displayed in the office somewhere. If not, you can request the license number ahead of time- its public info at dopl.gov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone have any embarrassing questions that weren't covered?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-5342646865390381589?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5342646865390381589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=5342646865390381589&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5342646865390381589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5342646865390381589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-most-embarrassing-massage-questions.html' title='10 most embarrassing massage questions'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8239430438402762620</id><published>2009-05-23T19:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T18:33:59.109-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Sale</title><content type='html'>I am selling massage gift certificates for the next two weeks. What brought on this EXTREME sale?: I quit my day job, I am moving this month, car registration is due this month, and I want to attend a doula workshop so I can certify. If you like getting massages, giving massages as gifts, or can't say no to a good deal this is your day (well actually two weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Massages:&lt;br /&gt;one hour: $40&lt;br /&gt;3 one hours: $105&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexology:&lt;br /&gt;3o mins: $25&lt;br /&gt;3 3o mins: $60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prices to match any budget!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Shis-wgBW-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/roO9nPa5tWo/s1600-h/8CAEI133TCATFC19BCAPIBZ27CASPXWA5CAZD61PRCALKCJ8CCAP42XU5CASW35VFCAURXZ02CAXMEOXBCAE6DLURCATSM9WPCATX5YQ3CAYSXSTQCARFK457CACL9EX5CAX8837DCAWJ46AWCAH0JEAW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 121px; height: 91px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Shis-wgBW-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/roO9nPa5tWo/s400/8CAEI133TCATFC19BCAPIBZ27CASPXWA5CAZD61PRCALKCJ8CCAP42XU5CASW35VFCAURXZ02CAXMEOXBCAE6DLURCATSM9WPCATX5YQ3CAYSXSTQCARFK457CACL9EX5CAX8837DCAWJ46AWCAH0JEAW.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339207552418798562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha- thought you'd all like this pic :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8239430438402762620?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8239430438402762620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8239430438402762620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8239430438402762620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8239430438402762620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-selling-massage-gift-certificates.html' title='Extreme Sale'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Shis-wgBW-I/AAAAAAAAAVs/roO9nPa5tWo/s72-c/8CAEI133TCATFC19BCAPIBZ27CASPXWA5CAZD61PRCALKCJ8CCAP42XU5CASW35VFCAURXZ02CAXMEOXBCAE6DLURCATSM9WPCATX5YQ3CAYSXSTQCARFK457CACL9EX5CAX8837DCAWJ46AWCAH0JEAW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2766096349401393473</id><published>2009-05-04T13:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:51:11.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the Old Testament there was a huge plague killing the population. Moses prayed and here is his answer in EXODUS 30:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  22 ¶ Moreover the Lord spake unto Moses, saying,&lt;br /&gt;  23 Take thou also unto thee principal spices, of pure myrrh five hundred shekels, and of sweet cinnamon half so much, even two hundred and fifty shekels, and of sweet calamus two hundred and fifty shekels,&lt;br /&gt;  24 And of cassia five hundred shekels, after the shekel of the sanctuary, and of aoil olive an hin:&lt;br /&gt;  25 And thou shalt make it an oil of holy ointment, an ointment compound after the art of the apothecary: it shall be an holy anointing oil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord gave Moses an essential oil recipe to protect him and his family and they survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sf9GZRGj4jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Ym0Q8hsIHtY/s1600-h/exodus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 110px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sf9GZRGj4jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Ym0Q8hsIHtY/s400/exodus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332057883731550770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example, the black plague (Bubonic virus) that killed 2/3 of Europe. There were a group of thieves who dug up bodies or found dead bodies and stole all of their valuables. When the King finally captured these rumored 'mystics' he discovered they were spice merchants. They were able to rob the dead bodies without catching the plague because they doused themselves with several spices and herbs. Google 'Vinegar of the four thieves' for the full historical record and recipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sf9Gs9eDPAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/27_bfvu0MrI/s1600-h/thieves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 107px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sf9Gs9eDPAI/AAAAAAAAAUY/27_bfvu0MrI/s400/thieves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332058222058748930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THESE TWO ANCIENT RECIPES ARE AVAILABLE AT YOUNG LIVING AND I CAN GET THEM FOR YOU. THEY ARE CALLED EXODUS AND THIEVES. PROTECT YOURSELF AND YOUR FAMILY FROM VIRUSES, BACTERIAS, AND FUNGI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHALLENGE: NAME TWO MODERN DAY DRUGS THAT CARRY ANTI-VIRAL, ANTI-BACTERIAL, ANTI-FUNGAL PROPERTIES, CAN BE USED BY BOTH INFANT AND ELDERLY, DON'T HAVE SIDE EFFECTS, AND AREN'T POISONOUS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that modern day epidemics are in fact dangerous. I also know that God knew what plagues were going to be and created herbs and spices to combat them. For me, its a matter of trusting God and his creations. I don't stress and I don't believe there is any disease, plague, or epidemic that God can't cure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2766096349401393473?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2766096349401393473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2766096349401393473&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2766096349401393473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2766096349401393473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-old-testament-there-was-huge-plague.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sf9GZRGj4jI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/Ym0Q8hsIHtY/s72-c/exodus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8627585577334400087</id><published>2009-04-29T11:29:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:25:57.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was my birthday last Friday. A few highlights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meliss had streamers, balloons, and flowers set up when I woke up. No picture of that, but here is us at Baker beach from two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnOE9hwjsI/AAAAAAAAATg/E-HCsbnovKU/s1600-h/sf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnOE9hwjsI/AAAAAAAAATg/E-HCsbnovKU/s400/sf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330518218600648386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather and the kiddos came over to go to lunch and a sweet shop:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfiQQ8UieyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M32RYh0Yw2I/s1600-h/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfiQQ8UieyI/AAAAAAAAATQ/M32RYh0Yw2I/s400/kids.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330168779737561890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jaxon took this pic:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfiQfhlUAXI/AAAAAAAAATY/_H-vWV_2H88/s1600-h/heat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfiQfhlUAXI/AAAAAAAAATY/_H-vWV_2H88/s400/heat.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330169030258196850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening Meliss, Ella, Heather, and I went to a Thai restaurant and to 17 Again. Both delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnQKymyXsI/AAAAAAAAATw/lQ8LXp5AHlU/s1600-h/ell.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnQKymyXsI/AAAAAAAAATw/lQ8LXp5AHlU/s400/ell.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330520517771419330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heather wrapped my gifts in gold- as it was my GOLDEN birthday (24 on the 24th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnPZ1njEiI/AAAAAAAAATo/_6FA-PkLvfA/s1600-h/gold.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnPZ1njEiI/AAAAAAAAATo/_6FA-PkLvfA/s400/gold.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330519676766327330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy and his family came to Utah (not for my birthday- but it felt like a b-day gift- I was so happy). Here are some shots of Jadin and Ava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnQXtuHBQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1KtGIHADs8Y/s1600-h/av2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnQXtuHBQI/AAAAAAAAAT4/1KtGIHADs8Y/s400/av2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330520739798254850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnQiMBeVZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/M8Ibpj1QQoE/s1600-h/jad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnQiMBeVZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/M8Ibpj1QQoE/s400/jad.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330520919731230098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all those who threw me a kickin' surprise party on Saturday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8627585577334400087?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8627585577334400087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8627585577334400087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8627585577334400087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8627585577334400087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-my-birthday-last-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SfnOE9hwjsI/AAAAAAAAATg/E-HCsbnovKU/s72-c/sf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-773009370493446731</id><published>2009-04-21T15:48:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T16:27:22.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Maid Sprink Break 2009</title><content type='html'>Meliss and I went to CA last Wednesday and got back yesterday. We went last minute because our house is under construction. Luckily Meliss is from Cali so it all worked out. We called it 'old maid spring break 2009' because technically being a single female in mid twenties in Utah county makes us old maids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top 10 Highlights of trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Karaoke-ing to Cher's "Believe" on the way there. Thank you Orem Public Library.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sleeping at Grandpa's cabin overlooking Lake Tahoe (Melissa's grandpa). There is a HUGE bath tub which took about 45 mins to fill and a sauna. You can only imagine my pure enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;3. La Panchitas. Nice mexican joint with yummy-HOT salsa&lt;br /&gt;4. San Francisco: Thrift store on 16th and market a must!, smelling Eucalyptus trees on the way to Baker beach, watching the sunset and collecting rocks along the shoreline, Lombard street, and artsy alley ways. &lt;br /&gt;5. Meeting Meliss's grandpa. His house/land is connected to a Native American burial site. He showed us Indian artifacts found on the land. Also, he showed us an old handcrafted oven in his back yard made by an Italian- which had brand new baby birds inside of it- the birds were hairless. We ate lunch, and then got black and white ice cream cones from a dairy. It was nice to be around grandparents again....  &lt;br /&gt;6. The Cat in the Hat play. Melissa's little sis was the cat in her high school play. She was the best!!&lt;br /&gt;7. Lounging around the house, eating lemons from trees, watching home videos, laughing, eating food. etc.&lt;br /&gt;8. Rolling hills full of California poppies and purple flowers. Beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;9. Meeting Melissa's family- virtually every family member (extended included). I can't remember the last time all of my siblings were together let alone extended. &lt;br /&gt;10. On the way home I was in and out of sleep. I felt possessed--I had no sleep control. Poor Melissa drove home 3 p.m to 4 a.m. Every now again I would look over and she would be jamming out to John Mayer. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to get away even if only for a few days. Thanks goodness for warm weather, family and friends, flowers, oceans, thrift stores, and road trips!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. pics may be coming later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.p.s many thanks and praises to Heather for a cute blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-773009370493446731?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/773009370493446731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=773009370493446731&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/773009370493446731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/773009370493446731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/old-maid-sprink-break-2009.html' title='Old Maid Sprink Break 2009'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2025821208851742602</id><published>2009-04-07T15:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:31:56.387-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jaxon and Lori share their b-days on the 5th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvFfiqWNNI/AAAAAAAAARo/yjSgHrrSMvA/s1600-h/J%26L.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvFfiqWNNI/AAAAAAAAARo/yjSgHrrSMvA/s400/J%26L.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322064530339411154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a combined pirate party. It was a blast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvFsYuj-HI/AAAAAAAAARw/RILfQ9c4Gfk/s1600-h/everyone.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvFsYuj-HI/AAAAAAAAARw/RILfQ9c4Gfk/s400/everyone.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322064751011035250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One question: Why do I look like Boy George? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvF1bH0iyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/i0EDAakezYM/s1600-h/boy+george.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvF1bH0iyI/AAAAAAAAAR4/i0EDAakezYM/s400/boy+george.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322064906272672546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2025821208851742602?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2025821208851742602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2025821208851742602&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2025821208851742602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2025821208851742602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/jaxon-and-lori-share-their-b-days-on.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdvFfiqWNNI/AAAAAAAAARo/yjSgHrrSMvA/s72-c/J%26L.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6119525021168253701</id><published>2009-04-06T11:30:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T12:29:55.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One of my very favorite things in the whole wide world is dancing to live music. Going to concerts evokes a child-like joy throughout my body. Saturday night I was lucky enough to go to the Brett Dennen (B.D.) concert. I danced and sang the night away. I wasn't sure if B.D. was a good performer, but he is!! He was dancing all over the stage. Think slow to moderate happy dancing not fast crazy head banging dancing. He is 6 ft 5 in. It seems to me that tall people are uncomfortable or awkward in movement. Not B.D. He was limber and loose and had some sweet moves. It was the last show of his tour- it seemed like all the performers were having so much fun. Among my favorite songs performed: Just Like the Moon, Because You are a Woman, Blessed, and Aint No Reason. His music expresses hope, love, truth, and enjoying life. If you ever need a pick me up or incredibly sweet words listen to Brett Dennen.  Blessed is this life and I am going to celebrate being alive -Brett Dennen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdpHtSAn2QI/AAAAAAAAARY/u8Opzrdkb1Y/s1600-h/brett2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 346px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdpHtSAn2QI/AAAAAAAAARY/u8Opzrdkb1Y/s400/brett2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321644752945797378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdpIyGwRtrI/AAAAAAAAARg/KLD19rrubDY/s1600-h/Brett_Dennen_pic1_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdpIyGwRtrI/AAAAAAAAARg/KLD19rrubDY/s400/Brett_Dennen_pic1_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321645935335421618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6119525021168253701?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6119525021168253701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6119525021168253701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6119525021168253701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6119525021168253701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/one-of-my-very-favorite-things-in-whole.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdpHtSAn2QI/AAAAAAAAARY/u8Opzrdkb1Y/s72-c/brett2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-9093483911430147497</id><published>2009-04-02T15:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:02:19.261-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thank you all for participating- I really like the input:  Which LOGO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdUzOQTcy-I/AAAAAAAAARA/xMGMhD5cmZY/s1600-h/thepeacefulyoulogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdUzOQTcy-I/AAAAAAAAARA/xMGMhD5cmZY/s400/thepeacefulyoulogo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320214854795840482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                     OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdU1wE1_ukI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SqwfMKSyBwQ/s1600-h/newlogoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdU1wE1_ukI/AAAAAAAAARQ/SqwfMKSyBwQ/s400/newlogoa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320217634858318402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-9093483911430147497?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/9093483911430147497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=9093483911430147497&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9093483911430147497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/9093483911430147497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/04/thank-you-all-for-participating-i.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdUzOQTcy-I/AAAAAAAAARA/xMGMhD5cmZY/s72-c/thepeacefulyoulogo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7395836771052680239</id><published>2009-03-31T11:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T12:10:44.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Aura Workshop</title><content type='html'>I went to an aura workshop on Saturday. I am sure many people are not 100% certain what an aura is so here is my short explanation: Your aura is your energy field. Every living thing has an energy field. Think back to European religious art: you've seen paintings of people with white halos around their heads. Same thing. Anyway, in modern society we have cameras that take pictures of your energy field or aura. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdJbVT3MfBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sHMJj1i5gTo/s1600-h/Photo+72.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdJbVT3MfBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sHMJj1i5gTo/s400/Photo+72.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319414531545136146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is my aura on 2/21/09 It is predominately red. In the center are seven round circles aka chakras. Your chakras make up your aura. My upper chakras weren't as developed as my bottom chakras (with the exception of my third eye). The lady basically said that I was very grounded, intuitive, and had a lot of sexual energy. (pic taken at The Lotus in the Factory Outlet Mall)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdJbljfZExI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QAbKjs3LD_k/s1600-h/Photo+70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdJbljfZExI/AAAAAAAAAQw/QAbKjs3LD_k/s400/Photo+70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319414810618172178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second picture was taken on 3/28/09. It is a lot prettier. I like this camera better because I think it does a better job of capturing your whole aura. Based on this analysis, I am helping mankind, intuitive, learning something new, a little stressed/worried, and fairly balanced. (pic taken by Coleen Jensen, Bioenergy Consultant) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your aura changes day to day, hour to hour so it's hard to capture yourself, but it sure fun to get a glimpse of your energetic self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclosure: You gotta love photo booth esp when you don't have a scanner, but taking a pic of a pic isn't very clear..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7395836771052680239?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7395836771052680239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7395836771052680239&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7395836771052680239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7395836771052680239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/aura-workshop.html' title='Aura Workshop'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SdJbVT3MfBI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sHMJj1i5gTo/s72-c/Photo+72.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1547747594853000021</id><published>2009-03-25T11:37:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T12:06:14.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Scpv-h59QwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z7dythDP3lY/s1600-h/wicked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Scpv-h59QwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z7dythDP3lY/s400/wicked.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317185430108324610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the book Wicked yesterday. I have been listening to it on cd (17 discs). The only feedback I had heard previous to reading the book was: 'its so dark.' I am here to say, "Gee wiz, the title of the book is Wicked. Get a grip." Many people get dissuaded from reading a book if they hear a comment like that. I loved the book. It had me questioning good and evil, the purpose of religion, expressions of love, and all other really prominent components of life. Maybe I am more curious than average, but when I hear something is controversial I want to check it out for myself to form an opinion. The writing style is beautiful and imaginative. I highly recommend reading this book esp. if you have seen the musical or are interested in doing so. &lt;br /&gt;By the way, I saw the musical previous to reading the book in Chicago last September. Melissa and I both won a pair of 4th row tickets for $25.00. The book is really detailed and pretty different from the musical, but I loved both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/ScpwMhWEk5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/B31n9hA6FNo/s1600-h/wicked4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/ScpwMhWEk5I/AAAAAAAAAQY/B31n9hA6FNo/s400/wicked4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317185670475977618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-1547747594853000021?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1547747594853000021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1547747594853000021&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1547747594853000021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1547747594853000021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/wicked.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Scpv-h59QwI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Z7dythDP3lY/s72-c/wicked.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4634242413571154987</id><published>2009-03-11T13:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T13:21:14.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>'the ugly' with an extra kick</title><content type='html'>I have a famous look (sort of like blue steel..lol) called 'the ugly.' I don't share it with everyone for the obvious reason that its pretty ugly. However, after seeing 'the ugly' in a new light I have reason to share my famous look with you all...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgO4_V-sXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ujTQF03z-xw/s1600-h/Photo+64.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgO4_V-sXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ujTQF03z-xw/s400/Photo+64.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312012132722585970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4634242413571154987?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4634242413571154987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4634242413571154987&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4634242413571154987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4634242413571154987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/ugly-with-extra-kick.html' title='&apos;the ugly&apos; with an extra kick'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgO4_V-sXI/AAAAAAAAAQA/ujTQF03z-xw/s72-c/Photo+64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7619525932172798463</id><published>2009-03-05T13:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:13:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Advantage of Me</title><content type='html'>Hello Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;Mark your calenders for Wednesday March 11th at 6pm. I am teaching a class at Young Living Farms!! The cost of the class is $5.00 and you get a healthy treat at the end:) Yummy! The class is about using essential oils with massage. You wont want to miss out. Directions: Head south on I-15 until the south Santaquin exit 242. Get off that exit, take a Right, continue ahead until you get to  South Frontage road (which is your first stop sign), Turn Left ,and go six miles. Look for Young Living on your right. Let me know if you need further instruction. I hope you can make it.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Stacie Nelson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbAyHWpuWNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_fV-U81PoYg/s1600-h/raindrop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 390px; height: 376px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbAyHWpuWNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_fV-U81PoYg/s400/raindrop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309799062590871762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7619525932172798463?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7619525932172798463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7619525932172798463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7619525932172798463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7619525932172798463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/take-advantage-of-me.html' title='Take Advantage of Me'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbAyHWpuWNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_fV-U81PoYg/s72-c/raindrop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3905691948421951244</id><published>2009-03-03T13:55:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T13:41:46.012-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Herding cows: Sure!! Engagement photos: Not so much!!</title><content type='html'>Before I begin, let me say I am for warmth, comfort, second hand clothes, name brand clothes, no name clothes, etc. Personally, when it comes to fashion, I aim to look hot with the least amount of money spent. Just my own philosophy. The other day I was at someone's house and on the fridge was a wedding invitation. The couple was cute enough. However the girl was wearing a denim/tan combo coat. Where were Stacy and Clinton- when we needed them?!!!! Sorry for those of you who know this couple and don't tell them about this post ;)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sa2bLBTOGnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uvLdGKj1iB8/s1600-h/4200+Denim+Leather+Varsity.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sa2bLBTOGnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uvLdGKj1iB8/s400/4200+Denim+Leather+Varsity.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309070149369600626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3905691948421951244?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3905691948421951244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3905691948421951244&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3905691948421951244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3905691948421951244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/03/herding-cows-sure-engagement-photos-not.html' title='Herding cows: Sure!! Engagement photos: Not so much!!'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/Sa2bLBTOGnI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uvLdGKj1iB8/s72-c/4200+Denim+Leather+Varsity.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3504076586006080921</id><published>2009-02-24T14:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:21:45.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enlightenment</title><content type='html'>After my last post, I realized that Emotional Release Therapy wasn't clear to everyone so I decided to post about it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why do emotional releasing therapies?&lt;/span&gt; We all need it. People hold on to emotions be it fear, hate, low self esteem, protection, inability to forgive etc etc. From the time we were in the womb we were experiencing emotions and throughout the span of our lives emotions have been building. Some of these emotions are so strong that they sabotage aspects of life even if we currently aren't feeling that way. For example, the last appointment I had, I discovered that I have feelings associated with lack of charity that have been building and creating low self worth feelings. It is totally true! When I see someone on the side of the road broken down and don't stop- I send myself on a guilt trip or when I laugh at someone when they fall and don't run the rescue...the list goes on and on. Well after twenty plus years of sending myself of guilt trips it can cause some damage and I didn't even realize I was doing it. So how did I release the emotion(s)? Creating a new belief pattern and call to action. I no longer feel guilty when I laugh at someone for falling. I know that is isn't my job to save the world. Instead I just say a silent prayer that they are okay. It is super easy it is just a matter of recognizing how you are telling yourself to feel and responding appropriately. Some emotions are buried so deeply and cause horrible physical problems: depression, eating disorders, infertility, poverty, acne etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you still reading this post and want to learn more about the subject I recommend the following books: (the first is my favorite)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering Wholeness by Carol Tuttle&lt;br /&gt;Feelings Buried Alive Never Die by Karol K. Truman&lt;br /&gt;Excuse Me Your Life is Waiting: The Astonishing Power of Feelings by Lynn Grabhorn&lt;br /&gt;Everyday Immortality by Deepak Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also for those in the area, if you want recommendations of Emotional Release Therapists I have a few I go to for different things. If you feel lame or need encouragement just think:  there is a reason why Utah sells more anti depressants than any other states. :)))) Take care of your emotional crap before it takes care of you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3504076586006080921?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3504076586006080921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3504076586006080921&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3504076586006080921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3504076586006080921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/enlightenment.html' title='Enlightenment'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-5687253404562951279</id><published>2009-02-19T12:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T13:01:41.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fitness</title><content type='html'>Everyone, including myself, has been working harder on their fitness lately. Here's to all of us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F un&lt;br /&gt;I nvestment&lt;br /&gt;T houghts&lt;br /&gt;N utrition&lt;br /&gt;E motions&lt;br /&gt;S leep&lt;br /&gt;S unshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun- Fitness has to be fun. I am motivated/driven by fun. (I have a lot of yellow in my color code). For me, fun equals fulfillment. Since fitness is a lifelong aspect of our lives it is important to get fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Investment- Fitness is an investment of time and money. Healthy eating habits can cost more than crappy eating habits (it depends). Getting massages and other bodywork treatments cost money and take time. Working out takes time for sure and sometimes money (if you go to a gym or have a trainer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts- Thoughts are things- literally. Each thought has a vibration.  Out of all of your bodies (emotional, mental, spiritual, physical) your physical body is the weakest. Our mental body has way more capacity and power than our physical. So its important to pay attention to your thoughts because they have control over your emotional and physical body...think about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nutrition- To quote the Extreme Body Make-over Trainer, "nutrition is 80% of what I do." Its true. What you eat affects so much: function of body, shape of body, glow of skin, energy level, etc etc. I could go on forever about how important it is to fuel the body, but I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions- If you haven't looked into emotional release therapies- do it now! I am reading Remembering Wholeness and loving every word- check it out. Also, I can testify from a massage therapist point of view that muscles hold emotions. It is so bizarre and cool- I wish everyone gave massages and could feel for themselves muscles holding onto emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep- Overall, I probably get too much sleep. I love sleeping. Every cell and organ re-energizes at night. Look-up circadian rhythms. amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine- Soak up some vitamin D. Breathe some fresh air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-5687253404562951279?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5687253404562951279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=5687253404562951279&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5687253404562951279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5687253404562951279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/fitness.html' title='Fitness'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6231574870378852112</id><published>2009-02-06T15:17:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T16:00:25.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lunch!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes princess shoes are worth it, but not today. I went to lunch with my co-worker and former boss. We decided to walk to Olive Garden. That was an awesome idea until it started raining and we had to walk down a grassy hill. You guessed it, rather than walking down the hill, I slid down the hill. The side of my leg was covered in brown grass and cold wetness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuing on, I cleaned up in the bathroom and joined my party. After sitting, I spotted our waiter immediately. I thought he was good looking, a bit rough, but pleasant. My co-worker and former boss teamed up together and started teasing because our waiter got tongue tied in my presence-which he sort of did. They kept saying things like we had chemistry blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finished up and requested boxes for their extra food. I got the endless soup and salad so I wasn't getting a box. We were saying how funny it would be if we could have the waiter box up some soup for me- and we thought he probably would. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BUT we weren't really going to ask him.&lt;/span&gt; So, as he is boxing up their lunches, my co-worker says, and "she was wondering if you would box up a bowl of soup for her," he says 'sure' and I embarrassingly try to cover and explain "we were just seeing if that was allowed- really I don't want anymore soup." Then, my former boss insists we get some more soup. The waiter is laughing and probably wondering whether I really want more soup or am lamely flirting with him. He meets my eyes, smiles, and says "don't be shy." I wasn't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding down the hill, looking like a rainy wet mess, getting teased about the waiter, accepting free soup, walking back in the rain, not falling up the hill (thanks goodness), and back to the office. What a lunch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6231574870378852112?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6231574870378852112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6231574870378852112&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6231574870378852112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6231574870378852112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-lunch.html' title='What a lunch!'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4209952658758888772</id><published>2009-02-06T12:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:13:00.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wants to Host a Foreign Exchange Student?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SYyLp0nGvKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RX3X2vjL6D4/s1600-h/aspect.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SYyLp0nGvKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RX3X2vjL6D4/s400/aspect.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299764412121791650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find homes for foreign exchange students as a part time job. It just happens to be that time of year when I am looking for volunteers who want to host. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its wonderful and simple. Volunteer families provide food and board. Students have insurance and spending money. Everyone benefits and grows. The students stay the whole school year or one semester. During that time, I plan parties and mediate. Yeah. Fun!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, your friends, neighbors, work associates might be interested then call me. Along with referrals, I am accepting ideas on how to find families. My target area= anywhere within a 200 mile radius.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4209952658758888772?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4209952658758888772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4209952658758888772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4209952658758888772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4209952658758888772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/who-wants-to-host-foreign-exchange.html' title='Who Wants to Host a Foreign Exchange Student?'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SYyLp0nGvKI/AAAAAAAAAOY/RX3X2vjL6D4/s72-c/aspect.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1968088647838304994</id><published>2009-01-29T13:53:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T14:08:16.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Vitamin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SYIaIFa8MtI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lhc7acNF_5w/s1600-h/global-warming-sun-bathing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SYIaIFa8MtI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lhc7acNF_5w/s400/global-warming-sun-bathing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296824837937574610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Vitamin D is one of the only vitamins produced naturally by the body. However, in order for the body to produce vitamin D, it has to be exposed to an adequate amount of sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Researchers have long known that the "sunshine vitamin" boosts bone strength by encouraging the body to absorb calcium. But a slew of new studies published in 2007 suggests that the vitamin has a lot of other benefits: Diets high in D may ward off diabetes, gum disease and multiple sclerosis and even cancer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Info found: http://www.time.com/time/specials/2007/top10/article/0,30583,1686204_1686252_1690393,00.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-1968088647838304994?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1968088647838304994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1968088647838304994&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1968088647838304994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1968088647838304994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/sunshine-vitamin.html' title='Sunshine Vitamin'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SYIaIFa8MtI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/lhc7acNF_5w/s72-c/global-warming-sun-bathing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6040607028658875140</id><published>2009-01-26T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T10:47:37.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SXi3Kj64QrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/23B9qGh8usQ/s1600-h/YearofOx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SXi3Kj64QrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/23B9qGh8usQ/s400/YearofOx7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294182754042790578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really excited for the New Year this year because it is the year of the ox. The Ox years so far have been 1901, 1913, 1925, 1937, 1949, 1961, 1973, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1985&lt;/span&gt;, 1997 and now 2009 followed by 2021 (according to the 12 year cycle).   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People born in the Chinese New Year of Ox, 2009 will preponderantly have the below mentioned traits in their character: Leadership qualities, dependable, great organizers, loyal, patient as well as strong and responsible. They are also some of the best people one can have as colleagues in the work place as they are believed to posses strong work ethics and display their creative side as well, especially when it comes to decorating their home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the people born in the Ox year are also trusted to be reliable and logical, people generally turn towards them for suggestions and guidance. Their honesty and eye for details also helps them to prove their worth both in the workplace as well as in their personal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However there are a few negative traits associated with the character of the Ox that also is reflected through the people born in the ox years. Attributes like being narrow minded, stubborn, with low public relations skills and also very far from being emotional are generally associated with people born in this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6040607028658875140?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6040607028658875140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6040607028658875140&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6040607028658875140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6040607028658875140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SXi3Kj64QrI/AAAAAAAAAOA/23B9qGh8usQ/s72-c/YearofOx7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6210980473211353780</id><published>2009-01-22T11:14:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T11:44:39.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparations for Chinese New Year.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SXi-BgUi3nI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ztdL7BFOEuk/s1600-h/chinese+zodiac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SXi-BgUi3nI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ztdL7BFOEuk/s400/chinese+zodiac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294190295039270514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to this gross Chinese buffet, but it turned out to be awesome because my place mat was a Chinese Astrological guide. Ever since then I have been excited for the Chinese New Year (January 26, 2009) because it is my year, the year of the ox. The New Year is on the first new moon of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the Chinese, clean your house before the new year, next Monday. They believe that when you 'wash away the dirt on the ninyabaat' you are cleaning out last years bad luck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be periodically updating my blog with Chinese New Year celebration traditions. I think it is good to know and celebrate other cultures specifically the 1,330,044,544 (July 2008 est.)Chinese (not including Chinese people outside of China).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6210980473211353780?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6210980473211353780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6210980473211353780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6210980473211353780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6210980473211353780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/preparations-for-chinese-new-year.html' title='Preparations for Chinese New Year.'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SXi-BgUi3nI/AAAAAAAAAOI/ztdL7BFOEuk/s72-c/chinese+zodiac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-5212720012125553442</id><published>2009-01-21T16:40:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T16:57:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Quiz</title><content type='html'>I want to know everyone's scores. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. When do you feel your best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) in the morning&lt;br /&gt;B) during the afternoon and early evening&lt;br /&gt;C) late at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You usually walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) fairly fast, with long steps&lt;br /&gt;B) fairly fast, with little steps&lt;br /&gt;C) less fast head up, looking the world in the face&lt;br /&gt;D) less fast, head down&lt;br /&gt;E) very slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When talking to people you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) stand with your arms folded&lt;br /&gt;B) have your hands clasped&lt;br /&gt;C) have one or both your hands on your hips&lt;br /&gt;D) touch or push the person to whom you are talking&lt;br /&gt;E) play with your ear, touch your chin, or smooth your h air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When relaxing, you sit with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) your knees bent with your legs neatly side by side&lt;br /&gt;B) your legs crossed&lt;br /&gt;C) your legs stretched out or straight&lt;br /&gt;D) one leg curled under you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. When something really amuses you, you react with...&amp;nbs p;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) big appreciated laugh&lt;br /&gt;B) a laugh, but not a loud one&lt;br /&gt;C) a quiet chuckle&lt;br /&gt;D) a sheepish smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When you go to a party or social gathering you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) make a loud entrance so everyone notices you&lt;br /&gt;B) make a quiet entrance, looking around for someone you know&lt;br /&gt;C) make the quietest entrance, trying to stay unnoticed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. You're working very hard, concentrating hard, and you're interrupted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A) welcome the break&lt;br /&gt;B) feel extremely irritated&lt;br /&gt;C) vary between these two extremes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Which of the following colors do you like most...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) Red or orange&lt;br /&gt;B) black&lt;br /&gt;C) yellow or light blue&lt;br /&gt;D) green&lt;br /&gt;E) dark blue or purple&lt;br /&gt;F) white&lt;br /&gt;G) brown or gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When you are in bed at night, in those last few moments before going to sleep you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) stretched out on your back&lt;br /&gt;B) stretched out face down on your stomach&lt;br /&gt;C) on your side, slightly curled&lt;br /&gt;D) with your head on one arm&lt;br /&gt;E) with your head under the covers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You often dream that you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A) falling&lt;br /&gt;B) fighting or struggling&lt;br /&gt;C) searching for something or somebody&lt;br /&gt;D) flying or floating&lt;br /&gt;E) you usually have dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;F) your dreams are always pleasant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POINTS:&lt;br /&gt;1. (a) 2 (b) 4 (c) 6&lt;br /&gt;2. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 7 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;3. (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 5 (d) 7 (e) 6&lt;br /&gt;4. (a) 4 (b) 6 (c) 2 (d) 1&lt;br /&gt;5. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 2&lt;br /&gt;6. (a) 6 (b) 4 (c) 2&lt;br /&gt;7. (a) 6 (b) 2 (c) 4&lt;br /&gt;8. (a) 6 (b) 7 (c) 5 (d) 4 (e) 3 (f) 2 (g) 1&lt;br /&gt;9. (a) 7 (b) 6 (c) 4 (d) 2 (e) 1&lt;br /&gt;10 (a) 4 (b) 2 (c) 3 (d) 5 (e) 6 (f) 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now add up the total number of points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OVER 60 POINT: Others see you as someone they should 'handle with care'. You're seen as vain, self-centered, and who is extremely dominant. Others may admire you, wishing they could be more like you, but don't always trust you, hesitating to become too deeply involved with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51 TO 60 POINTS: Others see you as an exciting, highly volatile, rather impulsive personality, a natural leader, who's quick to make decisions, though not always the right ones. They see you as bold and adventuresome, someone who will try anything once, someone who takes chances and enjoys an adventure. They enjoy being in your company because of the excitement you radiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41 TO 50 POINTS: Others see you as fresh, lively, charming, amusing, practical, and always interesting, someone who's constantly in the center of attention, but sufficiently well balanced not to let it go to their head. They also see you as kind, considerate, and understanding, someone who'll always cheer them up and help them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31 TO 40 POINTS: Others see you as sensible, cautious, careful &amp; practical. They see you as clever, gifted, or talented, but modest. Not a person who makes friends too quickly or easily, but someone who's extremely loyal to friends you do make and who expect the same loyalty in return. Those who really get to know you, realize it takes a lot to shake your trust in your friends, but equally that it takes you a long time to get over if that trust is ever broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 TO 30 POINTS: Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder. It would really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment, expecting you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then, usually decide against it. They think this reaction is caused partly by your careful nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNDER 21 POINTS: People think you are shy, nervous, and indecisive, someone who needs looking after, who always wants someone else to make the decisions and who doesn't want to get involved with anyone or anything! They see you as a worrier who always sees problems that don't exist. Some people think you're boring. Only those who know you well, know that you aren't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-5212720012125553442?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/5212720012125553442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=5212720012125553442&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5212720012125553442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/5212720012125553442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-quiz.html' title='Fun Quiz'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7692624905595576839</id><published>2009-01-20T10:52:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:55:40.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless</title><content type='html'>My Uncle sent me this blessing- I thought I would pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask the Divine to help provide the guidance and clarity for President Obama to make the right decisions for these troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To provide him, his family, and the new administrative team with wisdom, and the health they will need to sustain the long hours, intense environment and pressures of their new duties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Please note that this blessing is not just about Obama, but about uniting America and the world, all working towards a common goal, a common vision, regardless of background, race, or economic status--to truly come together as a nation and as a global community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about all of us--as we are all ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let this blessing symbolize our love and dedication for the kind of America, the kind of world, and the kind of future we envision and will work towards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7692624905595576839?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7692624905595576839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7692624905595576839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7692624905595576839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7692624905595576839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-bless.html' title='God Bless'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4953323686264259719</id><published>2009-01-15T12:55:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T15:23:47.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ricky Gervais</title><content type='html'>If you have ever watched the British office or The Extras you know how painfully funny Ricky is, if you haven't, here is a little snippet of him on The Office:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9_sDWcyBLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/X9_sDWcyBLw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4953323686264259719?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4953323686264259719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4953323686264259719&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4953323686264259719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4953323686264259719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/ricky-gervais.html' title='Ricky Gervais'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-824248665288069775</id><published>2009-01-14T12:16:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:26:27.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Splendor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47xCgvsqI/AAAAAAAAANw/i4wD9TbXBVU/s1600-h/Snow6.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47xCgvsqI/AAAAAAAAANw/i4wD9TbXBVU/s400/Snow6.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291232325880754850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47tHUyTDI/AAAAAAAAANo/rQX-rZdokLw/s1600-h/Snow5.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47tHUyTDI/AAAAAAAAANo/rQX-rZdokLw/s400/Snow5.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291232258453294130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47o837uBI/AAAAAAAAANg/aRlEQqLannc/s1600-h/Snow4aspx.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47o837uBI/AAAAAAAAANg/aRlEQqLannc/s400/Snow4aspx.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291232186928445458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47jzElWUI/AAAAAAAAANY/26pkaf8U2Ds/s1600-h/Snow3.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47jzElWUI/AAAAAAAAANY/26pkaf8U2Ds/s400/Snow3.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291232098397804866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47fnm4c0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/IVoLs_aP9-g/s1600-h/snow2.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47fnm4c0I/AAAAAAAAANQ/IVoLs_aP9-g/s400/snow2.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291232026600960834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47api1E4I/AAAAAAAAANI/jeLd8SBTvQk/s1600-h/snow1.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47api1E4I/AAAAAAAAANI/jeLd8SBTvQk/s400/snow1.aspx" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291231941221487490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I didn't photograph any of these pics or &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; I?....I didn't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-824248665288069775?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/824248665288069775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=824248665288069775&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/824248665288069775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/824248665288069775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-splendor.html' title='Winter Splendor'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW47xCgvsqI/AAAAAAAAANw/i4wD9TbXBVU/s72-c/Snow6.aspx' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-68471609246198031</id><published>2009-01-13T15:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T15:42:21.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW0YuWlMF1I/AAAAAAAAANA/jTYBzcpOyuU/s1600-h/bridewars_galleryposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW0YuWlMF1I/AAAAAAAAANA/jTYBzcpOyuU/s400/bridewars_galleryposter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290912321844811602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this movie last night with Heather. We have a secret secluded theater that gives a family night discount for $5.50. We are usually the only ones in the theater so we can do whatever we want....and we are pretty immature. As far as the movie is concerned, I liked it way better than I anticipated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-68471609246198031?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/68471609246198031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=68471609246198031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/68471609246198031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/68471609246198031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-this-movie-last-night-with.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SW0YuWlMF1I/AAAAAAAAANA/jTYBzcpOyuU/s72-c/bridewars_galleryposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6414315844758700452</id><published>2009-01-13T12:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T12:39:11.559-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are a Poweful Group, Us Women and Mothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SWztyvxj3vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FK2ZrEXeM28/s1600-h/spring-dance-111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 399px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SWztyvxj3vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FK2ZrEXeM28/s400/spring-dance-111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290865118327070450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up I was the girl who was breast feeding her stuffed animals and staging out every parenting scenario from conception (not to worry- when kissing meant creating babies) to birth to play time to disciplining my stuffed animals aka babies. With that said, I have had a clear desire to be a mother since I was small. Not all women have that same desire. Part of that desire for me was and is breast feeding. Breast feeding is just another major action of love and sacrifice that women do for their families and children. And all actions of love don't have to be sacrificial. Hopefully, women will use her own instincts when deciding to stop bfing her children and not cultural or social pressures. With that said, God bless all the women who sacrifice their bodies, time, and schedules to breast feed. Whether or not you've bfed, God bless women in general, who: grow and nourish life inside of them,  who endure labor, and who raise and parent. We are a powerful group, us women and mothers, and don't forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6414315844758700452?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6414315844758700452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6414315844758700452&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6414315844758700452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6414315844758700452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-poweful-group-us-women-and.html' title='We are a Poweful Group, Us Women and Mothers'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SWztyvxj3vI/AAAAAAAAAM4/FK2ZrEXeM28/s72-c/spring-dance-111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-4528646677735793516</id><published>2009-01-12T16:19:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T16:37:25.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SWvTZKHliFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xFztrz_rj5I/s1600-h/Madonna-Child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SWvTZKHliFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xFztrz_rj5I/s400/Madonna-Child.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290554616443144274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a mom most of time partly because I am a second mother to Heather's children and partly because it is in my nature to mother everyone. So there is a topic that is sort of taboo I want to post about: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;How long do you breast feed your children?&lt;/span&gt; Do you bf until the baby weens himself/herself off? What if the baby still wants to bf when he/she is a toddler on up? Is it okay to bf a toddler? What is best for the child? What about tandem nursing? Is there actually harm in bf-ing a toddler? Public breast feeding? etc etc... And because we have breasts, we have opinions so please don't be shy. (if your opinions are private then please share some insight in the subject or links to info)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4528646677735793516?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4528646677735793516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4528646677735793516&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4528646677735793516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4528646677735793516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/hey-mama.html' title='Hey Mama'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SWvTZKHliFI/AAAAAAAAAMw/xFztrz_rj5I/s72-c/Madonna-Child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7210953264727269272</id><published>2009-01-06T13:23:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:01:00.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tagged!&lt;br /&gt;Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Bold the ones you've done.&lt;br /&gt;Then tag others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1. Started your own blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Slept under the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Played in a band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4. Visited Hawaii &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Been to Disneyland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Held a praying mantis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Sang a solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Taught yourself an art from scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;15. Adopted a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Had food poisoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked to the top of the Statue of Liberty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;18. Grown your own vegetables&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Seen the Mona Lisa in France&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Slept on an overnight train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Had a pillow fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Hitch hiked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;23. Taken a sick day when you’re not ill &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;24. Built a snow fort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;26. Gone skinny dipping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Run a marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Ridden in a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;29. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Watched a sunrise or sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Hit a home run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Been on a cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen Niagara Falls in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;34. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Seen an Amish community&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Taught yourself a new language &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;37. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen Michelangelo’s David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;41. Sung karaoke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Visited Africa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Walked on a beach by moonlight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Been transported in an ambulance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Had your portrait painted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Seen the Sistine Chapel in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Gone scuba diving or snorkeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;53. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Been in a movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;56. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Started a business &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. Taken a martial arts class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Visited Russia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Served at a soup kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Sold Girl Scout Cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Gone whale watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Got flowers for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Donated blood, platelets or plasma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;67. Bounced a check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Flown in a helicopter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Saved a favorite childhood toy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Visited the Lincoln Memorial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;71. Eaten Caviar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Pieced a quilt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Stood in Times Square&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Toured the Everglades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;75. Split your pants in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Seen the Changing of the Guards in London&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;77. Broken a bone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. Been on a speeding motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Seen the Grand Canyon in person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Published a book&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Vatican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Bought a brand new car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Walked in Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. Read the entire Bible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Visited the White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Had chickenpox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Saved someone’s life ( "I save a life today, my own" - Michael Scott)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Sat on a jury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;91. Met someone famous &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. Joined a book club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Lost a loved one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Had a baby &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Seen the Alamo in person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Swam in the Great Salt Lake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. Been involved in a law suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;98. Owned a cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Been stung by a bee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Read an entire book in one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Learned to play an instrument&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My results: I didn't want to count them. Heather will you count them for me?&lt;br /&gt;What are your results?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag everyone who takes the time to read all of these&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7210953264727269272?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7210953264727269272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7210953264727269272&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7210953264727269272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7210953264727269272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2009/01/tagged-rules-bold-ones-youve-done.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6480575337380423738</id><published>2008-12-30T10:20:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T10:24:08.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new BIL</title><content type='html'>- My sister Shelley....I mean Mrs. Brunson, surprised the family and eloped Dec. 21 to Dana Beach. She and Shawn got married barefoot at sunset. Romantic!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6480575337380423738?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6480575337380423738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6480575337380423738&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6480575337380423738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6480575337380423738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-bil.html' title='new BIL'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-759447416305982179</id><published>2008-12-22T09:57:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:09:49.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SU_JPRWaBUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OgFsTsNLxoc/s1600-h/star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 93px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SU_JPRWaBUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OgFsTsNLxoc/s400/star.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282662152121484610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was telling me about a &lt;a href="http://www.bethlehemstar.net/"&gt;DVD&lt;/a&gt; about the star of Bethlehem. It is about a Christian man who wanted to know whether or not the star was a real phenomena that could be scientifically proven. Upon researching, he discovered that yes indeed that really occurred. There is a mathematical equation or some sort of mathematical pattern that the stars follow. Which means you can chart any day in history and figure out what the stars looked like.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-759447416305982179?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/759447416305982179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=759447416305982179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/759447416305982179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/759447416305982179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/stars.html' title='Stars'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SU_JPRWaBUI/AAAAAAAAAMo/OgFsTsNLxoc/s72-c/star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8981446772574887933</id><published>2008-12-17T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T16:58:52.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready. Set. GO.</title><content type='html'>This is my vent session today. All work related:&lt;br /&gt;-I work in an office with no heat...except two space heaters&lt;br /&gt;-Our internet isn't working consistently so every time I attempt to DL or UL files my computer freaks out- not to mention that switching from one page to another takes eons.&lt;br /&gt;-Each time my internet goes down (upwards of 12 times a day) I have to ask a crotchety old man with long eyebrows who smells like crotch to go and fix it.&lt;br /&gt;-The repair men who come to fix our computer are idiots who call me Sarah and Stacie because they don't dare ask me my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-8981446772574887933?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8981446772574887933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8981446772574887933&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8981446772574887933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8981446772574887933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/ready-set-go.html' title='Ready. Set. GO.'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-3208825255055813697</id><published>2008-12-16T12:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T12:07:17.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Jar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SUf8CDyE4hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zKOiqRjn4PA/s1600-h/jar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 81px; height: 111px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SUf8CDyE4hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zKOiqRjn4PA/s400/jar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280466200420475410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read this book yesterday. It is a quick read and a good message. If you are interested in a heart-warming, predictable, Christmas book read it soon before the movie comes out- it'll only take you a couple of hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-3208825255055813697?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/3208825255055813697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=3208825255055813697&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3208825255055813697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/3208825255055813697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-read-this-book-yesterday.html' title='Christmas Jar'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SUf8CDyE4hI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zKOiqRjn4PA/s72-c/jar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1059051999901522111</id><published>2008-12-15T01:12:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:32:52.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELFED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='background-color:#e9e9e9; 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&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Fe11OlMiz8"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;rendition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SUADnFzVRzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sdhEQWpUMP0/s1600-h/12DaysChristmasTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SUADnFzVRzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sdhEQWpUMP0/s400/12DaysChristmasTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278222733385484082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-4082154691241627608?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/4082154691241627608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=4082154691241627608&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4082154691241627608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/4082154691241627608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/12-days-of-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SUADnFzVRzI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sdhEQWpUMP0/s72-c/12DaysChristmasTree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-1424624718124388795</id><published>2008-12-05T19:13:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T09:28:04.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;1. Egg nog &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;or Hot Chocolate?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Hot Chocolate. Sometimes I like it with peppermint. I always like it with cream on top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;2. Do you wrap presents or bag them?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Depends on the gift. I bag things that are hard to wrap or obvious when wrapped i.e. jewelry, compact discs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;3. Colored Lights or White?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Both, but not blue lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;4. Do you hang mistletoe?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;My parents do from the light in the living room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;5. When do you decorate?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I helped to decorate my house with my roommate on Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;6. Favorite holiday dish?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;can peppermint ice cream count as a dish? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;7. When &amp;amp; how did you learn about Santa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am sure my older siblings told me when I was quite young. It wasn't a re memorable moment in my life.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;8. How do you decorate your tree?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmmm... with my hands. what do I decorate my tree with? ornaments. what is this question asking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;9. Snow...love it or dread it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love for about two or three weeks then I am ready for spring and flowers again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;10. Can you ice skate?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes. can I skate well? NO.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;11. Do you remember your favorite gift?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I did get a doll that was life size. This doll was awesome, but it is also a contributing reason I have a hard time with remember my rights and lefts. Here's why: she had on a black outfit with hot pink and hot green squares. One hot pink was on the left side on the top and the other square was on the right side on the bottom- vice versa with the greens. Anyway, I was learning my rights and lefts at the time.....needless to say I thought that the right and left sides were different depending on the top and bottom of your body. Does that make any sense?... It does to me.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;12. What is the most important part of the holidays?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most important remembering Christ and being more charitable. Close seconds: spending time with family &amp;amp; friends and giving gifts.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;13. Favorite holiday dessert?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;plum pudding. worst holiday dessert: fruit cake &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Im9Le9Vy2o&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Jim Gaffigan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;knows.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;14. Favorite memory?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My sister and I used to sing Christmas songs in our most &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;grown up&lt;/span&gt; voices. What was our microphone? the vacuum. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;15. Do you have a special ornament?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Special, IDK, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; my favorites are the ones that look like icicles. I used to put them in my ears when I was little and wear them as earrings. not sanitary, but I survived.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;16. What do you do on Christmas Eve?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;eat and watch Christmas movies with my family &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;17. If you could have anything for Christmas this year what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a trunk full of  benjamins &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;18. What do you do for neighbors and friends for Christmas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cards...nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I tag Becky, Heather, Marianne, Andrea, and Leatha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-1424624718124388795?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/1424624718124388795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=1424624718124388795&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1424624718124388795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/1424624718124388795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-tag.html' title='Christmas Tag'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-8659475669242035484</id><published>2008-12-05T11:59:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T12:04:17.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be honest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Which one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/STl6pjq8fWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iyD2zNLJIJo/s1600-h/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/STl6pjq8fWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iyD2zNLJIJo/s400/2.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276383292809837922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;                                                        or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/STl6TsEg1pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TulV0bnjWtQ/s1600-h/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/STl6TsEg1pI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TulV0bnjWtQ/s400/1.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276382917107439250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&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/1992363831881115347-8659475669242035484?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/8659475669242035484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=8659475669242035484&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8659475669242035484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/8659475669242035484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/be-honest.html' title='Be honest'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/STl6pjq8fWI/AAAAAAAAAKw/iyD2zNLJIJo/s72-c/2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7553098837243765457</id><published>2008-12-01T13:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T13:57:48.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage</title><content type='html'>My sister is engaged- they made the announcement this weekend.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hooray!!&lt;/span&gt; My dad had "the talk" with my soon to be brother in law. My sisters and I were laughing out of sheer embarrassment on behalf of all parties: us and them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick story: I slept at my parent's house last night. Before going to bed my dad called me into my parent's room and said "Stace, turn on the light" I did. My parent's were snuggling closely in the middle of their bed. Then my dad said, "This is what married life is all about." I pretended to throw up and went downstairs to bed. They make me laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two shout outs: Happy B-day Lynnie and Congrats on the baby blessing Shine-FinALLY- sorry I couldn't make it :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7553098837243765457?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7553098837243765457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7553098837243765457&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7553098837243765457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7553098837243765457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/12/marriage.html' title='Marriage'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-2055003939277447485</id><published>2008-11-24T14:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:45:45.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take a looksy: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kevin Costner= Rockstar&lt;/span&gt;, okay maybe not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rockstar&lt;/span&gt;, but some of his shows are sold out. Click to &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/kevincostnerandmodernwest"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. hahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SSsftU-978I/AAAAAAAAAKg/GHN9t1uJylU/s1600-h/kevin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SSsftU-978I/AAAAAAAAAKg/GHN9t1uJylU/s320/kevin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272342652354686914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I know, two posts in one day... don't judge me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-2055003939277447485?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/2055003939277447485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=2055003939277447485&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2055003939277447485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/2055003939277447485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/breaking-news.html' title='Breaking News'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SSsftU-978I/AAAAAAAAAKg/GHN9t1uJylU/s72-c/kevin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-6978381981601092660</id><published>2008-11-24T10:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T11:44:47.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Praises and Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; I wonder what really happened?......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SSrr_EtWoaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/210bpI8MCn0/s1600-h/painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SSrr_EtWoaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/210bpI8MCn0/s320/painting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272285782618841506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was researching online: http://www.powwows.com/gathering/general/469-true-origin-thanksgiving.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first settlers were dying from disease and enslaved Squanto. He taught them how to work the land (grow corn and catch fish).  He also helped them create a peace treaty with a nearby tribe Wampanoag. In celebration of having their crops produce they had a feast mostly a brew of ale,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;but that was never called Thanksgiving&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how Thanksgiving got its "official" title: (all documented by government records)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically the Puritans thought they were the chosen people and mass murdered hundreds of Natives. They gave thanks to God and celebrated. Here is an account from an article:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of the Holocaust/Genocide of the Red Man and woman, Governor Dudley declared in 1704 a "General Thanksgiving" not to celebrate the brotherhood of man, but for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[God's] infinite Goodness to extend His Favors... In defeating and disappointing.... the expeditions of the Enemy [Indians] against us, And the good Success given us against them, by delivering so many of them into our hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as you are eating turkey and giving your praises to God, keep this image in your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To see them frying in the fire, and the streams of their blood quenching the same, and the stench was horrible, but the victory seemed a sweet sacrifice to the great delight of the Pilgrims, and they gave praise thereof to God."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-6978381981601092660?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/6978381981601092660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=6978381981601092660&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6978381981601092660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/6978381981601092660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/praises-and-thanksgiving.html' title='Praises and Thanksgiving'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SSrr_EtWoaI/AAAAAAAAAKY/210bpI8MCn0/s72-c/painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1992363831881115347.post-7229242026825059391</id><published>2008-11-21T14:29:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:50:13.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SScqj10oFZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AGAV51WA-Gg/s1600-h/less.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SScqj10oFZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AGAV51WA-Gg/s320/less.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271228684092052882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                       &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;                                                                           &lt;br /&gt;More of this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SScs9DWYXgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KmUb726Kvp4/s1600-h/more2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 112px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SScs9DWYXgI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/KmUb726Kvp4/s320/more2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271231316243275266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SScq38HuHTI/AAAAAAAAAKI/crPnsEEWEt4/s1600-h/more.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1992363831881115347-7229242026825059391?l=stacecakes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/feeds/7229242026825059391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1992363831881115347&amp;postID=7229242026825059391&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7229242026825059391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1992363831881115347/posts/default/7229242026825059391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stacecakes.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-movie.html' title='Twilight Movie'/><author><name>stacie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17674975838948420473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SbgNl3Htx-I/AAAAAAAAAPg/d0sZff7sUQw/S220/Photo+34.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZfL1EW6Yaj0/SScqj10oFZI/AAAAAAAAAKA/AGAV51WA-Gg/s72-c/less.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
