<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 13 Oct 2009 21:48:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Enjoying Now...</title><description>Learning to live today to the fullest</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-870552151259234684</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-09T08:19:02.689-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wonderful World of Blogging</category><title>I'm moving...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShRO3-rW7eI/AAAAAAAADx8/K138rLkoc2w/s1600-h/moving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 87px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337978181965508066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShRO3-rW7eI/AAAAAAAADx8/K138rLkoc2w/s320/moving.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MY BLOG!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did a little research and decided to make a little change &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{from blogspot to wordpress that is}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is not perfectly in place on my new blog&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (I plan on getting a new header and changing the layout) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but such is life, right? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna lose you so please come and visit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.enjoyingnow.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Enjoying Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and link up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyingnow.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://www.enjoyingnow.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-870552151259234684?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-moving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShRO3-rW7eI/AAAAAAAADx8/K138rLkoc2w/s72-c/moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-8132088015069341631</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2009 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-08T05:00:04.345-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Decorating</category><title>Theoretical Bargain Hunting</title><description>I'm not a regular at Pier One {Target is usually my store of choice. Can I get an Amen?} but last weekend I was lured to the store by the giant&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;60% Off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; signs hanging in their window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who can pass up a sale? NOT ME {or my friend &lt;a href="http://benandcassiestewart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cassie&lt;/a&gt;}!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sauntered into the store...and found the a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small little shelf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with 60% off items that were clearly from last season {as if I truly know when last season ended and this season began, nevertheless...}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the big sale I was hoping for but I could still wander around the store for good decorating tips {a lie that I wholeheartedly believed} . I told myself that their advertising tactics would not work on this intelligent woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost made it out of there until I laid my eyes upon this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 268px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344328352475897298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SireUjRf3dI/AAAAAAAAD1c/4fG4fSUpkL4/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Then it was over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pier One had &lt;em&gt;another&lt;/em&gt; customer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;And if you have to know, my purchase &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;was not&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 60% off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;See how great it looks...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344327854827822098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Sird3lY83BI/AAAAAAAAD1U/Mg2xjIhLM2M/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-8132088015069341631?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/06/theoretical-bargain-hunting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SireUjRf3dI/AAAAAAAAD1c/4fG4fSUpkL4/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-8852203319947805117</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Jun 2009 16:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-06T11:38:40.636-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rando</category><title>They are after me...</title><description>Ever since moving to Parker, I have felt as if the animal population here are trying to "get me." Let me explain... &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It all started with a little piece of doggy poop on our patio furniture. We currently rent a condo on the bottom floor as we try to find a house up here. So there is a porch directly above ours. Well that owner has decided to allow her dog to relieve himself outside, on her porch. Do you see where this is going? Yes, the poop, from the little wiener dog, falls through the cracks in the wood onto my porch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the time that I went out to my newly cleaned car to find not one but two large deposits of bird poop on my windshield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344268402165680978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Siqny-9uC1I/AAAAAAAAD0c/ukIpLTEOb_Y/s320/bird+poop.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two incidents didn't put me on my guard because hey, things like that happen to all of us right? And they don't know that pooping on other people's things is rude. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What really got me thinking was the day I was running along the sidewalk by this abandoned piece of property. Lots of ground hogs {or whatever they are called} live out their days in comfort here digging holes and moving dirt. Well as I am running I trip on some barbed wire in the middle of the side walk...I am sure that I could almost hear those little guys high-fiving and laughing as I picked myself off the ground. Their little booby trap had worked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344268720517580834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SiqoFg6uiCI/AAAAAAAAD0s/86DerWRBsug/s320/Ground+hog.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then they must have radioed down the path to the EXTREMELY large snake to scare the life out of me (&lt;a href="http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-running.html"&gt;see this post for that story&lt;/a&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week it was the deer population that was after me. I hit a deer with my car. Actually, more appropriately, the deer ran into my car. Yes, I like that way of thinking better. And for all you people feeling sorry for the deer, don't. He walked {trotted} away from the event only having large bruise on his right hip. He {or she} got off easy compared to his/her dead relative that had been mangled by a car just moments before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344268517644571010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Siqn5tKCEYI/AAAAAAAAD0k/LvDqnx2JicE/s320/deer.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See here is a picture of him that I got right after the accident&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;My car on the other hand...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...has enough damage to "notice" but not enough damage for the insurance company to pay me more than I will pay to have it fixed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know what it is with the animals in this town but seriously, I am a nice person! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I&lt;strong&gt; DON'T&lt;/strong&gt; wear fur, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a friend of Michael Vick &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and I&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;have never&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; been hunting&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I have been known to, on occasion,&lt;strong&gt; kill any and ever spider&lt;/strong&gt; that ever comes across my path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you think that is it?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-8852203319947805117?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-are-after-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Siqny-9uC1I/AAAAAAAAD0c/ukIpLTEOb_Y/s72-c/bird+poop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-721820416382360672</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 19:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T15:55:01.909-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>You Capture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><title>My little fam</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/2009/02/you-capture.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i370.photobucket.com/albums/oo145/rubyandroja/youcapture4-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The assignment this week: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not much photography action this week. I was too busy&lt;a href="http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-that.html"&gt; running&lt;/a&gt;, hanging out with friends and working. But a few weeks ago, I decided to break out the tripod (since I am new to the photog world) and try my hand a a family portrait. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is my favorite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340968367238120434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Sh7ubq3Tg_I/AAAAAAAADz0/wg_Q-az8ox0/s320/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;See how smart Turbo is. He knew it was in his best interest to look at the camera on the first try... Now that is a miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-721820416382360672?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-little-fam.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Sh7ubq3Tg_I/AAAAAAAADz0/wg_Q-az8ox0/s72-c/DSC_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-8088291786283540305</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T17:53:35.127-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hubby</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Running</category><title>Who's that?</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339911745019124242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShstcKXNGhI/AAAAAAAADzE/85c8qRYYB-o/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;702&lt;/strong&gt; is yours truly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;701&lt;/strong&gt; is none other than my&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super-star husband!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year he ran the Bolder Boulder 10k &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; me &lt;em&gt;just because he loves me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you better believe that is the &lt;strong&gt;only reason &lt;/strong&gt;he woke up at 530 am to &lt;strong&gt;run&lt;/strong&gt; 6.25 miles on his day off! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little does he know that I plan to make this not only &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;yearly tradition&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;our &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;yearly tradition. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are a few pictures of us after the race: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339911748339453394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShstcWu1TdI/AAAAAAAADzM/aCVgstDlfNA/s320/IMG_1277.JPG" /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339911751023427506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Shstcguvf7I/AAAAAAAADzU/s2glCCLn6aE/s320/IMG_1287.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-8088291786283540305?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/whos-that.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShstcKXNGhI/AAAAAAAADzE/85c8qRYYB-o/s72-c/IMG_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-3705152032803314115</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2009 07:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-23T01:18:46.772-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Colorado</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Running</category><title>Adventures in Running</title><description>So last week, I was officially TRAUMATIZED while running on the {concrete!} trail by my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love {d} this trail so much because it is close to our house, each mile is marked off, there are bathrooms along the way, great scenery and lots of people (which makes me feel safe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there I was on mile &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;numero&lt;/span&gt; 4, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SugarLand&lt;/span&gt; on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ipod&lt;/span&gt; and thinking about the wonderful fruit smoothie I was going to make after I was finished when....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I step on &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/images?hl=en&amp;amp;q=bull+snakes&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;aq=f&amp;amp;oq="&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I screamed.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I screamed like a girl.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I screamed like a girl and started jumping up and down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also forgot to mention that it was the 3rd snake I had seen that day (the other two were friendly and much smaller &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;gardener&lt;/span&gt; snakes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So needless to say I have yet to do any running on this wonderful {demon possessed} trail. Tomorrow I am going to give it a go again and hopefully God will protect me from those devils.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-3705152032803314115?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/adventures-in-running.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-7686427577731622365</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 May 2009 16:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-22T10:43:10.600-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>You Capture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Turbo</category><title>Sweet</title><description>This weeks &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/"&gt;"You Capture" &lt;/a&gt;Challenge: sweet &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everytime I stop and stare at this little guy, I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338687522565173938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShbUBCVOsrI/AAAAAAAADyE/BBvYDP7Tc7M/s320/DSC_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He is the sweetest pup. Ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338687542551114562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShbUCMyP80I/AAAAAAAADyc/mCMO5q7i-9U/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I enjoy trying to caputre his essence with my camera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338687545509246546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShbUCXzhdlI/AAAAAAAADyk/m6PpcdEGIAo/s320/DSC_0119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most times, he is a little tricky to photograph but the other day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he was all about posing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338687531098876754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShbUBiH0q1I/AAAAAAAADyU/mN89kU_oSL4/s320/DSC_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;See, doesn't he look sweet?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-7686427577731622365?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/sweet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ShbUBCVOsrI/AAAAAAAADyE/BBvYDP7Tc7M/s72-c/DSC_0124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-6738157824225004712</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 May 2009 15:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-16T09:07:00.798-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Wonderful World of Blogging</category><title>101 Posts...</title><description>means it is time to do the infamous blogging post {drum roll please}...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;101 things about moi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a propensity to use ketchup for a dipping sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love to know about a need and have the resources to fulfill that need (call me a fix-it girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When someone is hurting, I tend to feel their pain internally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love a clean and organized house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My car also likes to be clean and organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love to give blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My husband and I have the same blood type which obviously means we were meant for each other. Except I am not sure if I met someone else who had my blood type that I would feel the same about them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My whole life I wanted to be a elementary school teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am a nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;All of my patients have non-survivable injuries and some are already brain dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But they save countless lives (through organ donation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I named my first dog after my elementary school (Lewis-Palmer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;His name was Lewis and then my sister got a dog and named it Palmer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I now have a dog named Turbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is 5lbs and will always look like a puppy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No, I did not name him after my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mom and dad met at 7-11 (if you don't have those in your state they are a convenience stores/gas stations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Interestingly enough my dad was born on 7/11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always like going to 7-11 because I went there a lot with my dad when I was little. Many of my lunches were 7-11 hot dogs and a Slurpee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My dad died when I was 11 and I still get sad about it to this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my favorite things is when my mom says "Your dad would always say..." or "You know what your dad do in this situation..." It makes me feel like I can still know him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My mom is one of the strongest people I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She has "lived" her faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When my world was turned upside down (when I was 11), my family landed firm in the arms of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He has never let me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had an eating disorder for 6 years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was the most HORRIBLE thing I ever went through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People ask me how I got over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no one thing, but the common thread through it all? CHRIST! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No single diet, or therapist, or exercise or prayer or fast did it, it was a process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I always hope that someday I can help other girls with eating disorders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never kissed anyone until I got engaged (the first time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I bought my wedding dress then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and didn't wear it until 3 years later when I married the aforementioned man with the same blood type as me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I kissed him before we got engaged (and 4 other people...so much for virgin lips!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We used Mountain Dew for the toast at our wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and the guestbook was a football for people to sign&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I met my best friend and my husband at the same restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I had never dyed my hair until I was 24 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when I found 3 gray hairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have been to 6 different countries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hawaii is my favorite place to travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't like long plane rides overseas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;which probably stems from the fact that I threw up the entire way home from Rome (12 hour flight!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I use to think flying in commercial planes was scary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;until I had to fly, on a regular basis, in a prop plane {over the Rocky Mountains, in a thunderstorm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I don't like roller coasters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I do like the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love to hike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have hiked *8* 14,000 ft mountains in Colorado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hiking Pikes Peak was my &lt;strong&gt;least&lt;/strong&gt; favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;There is a parking lot at the top and a donut shop which is very anti-climactic after a 14 mile hike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Skiing is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My husband fell off a ski lift once so he doesn't ski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a sister who is 12 years older than me (she used to ski)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She has 4 kids--2 born in America and 2 born in China&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am closer in age to her two oldest than I am to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I got lucky when I married David because I now have 2 more sisters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;They are my age...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you know any single, Godly, available , handsome men...lets set them up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;One of my favorite job's was being a camp counselor at the camp I went to when I was little&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I can't wait to be a mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;We already have the first and middle names picked out for our first boy and girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and our next dog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no we won't name it after my school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a boy middle name--"Michael"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;David has a girl middle name--"Lindsey"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Just another reason we were meant for each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Did I also mention we were both born in October?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I sometimes think I want to be a doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Then remember the amount of school it takes and what I wrote on number 62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I played soccer when I was younger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Now I run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have run a 1/2 Marathon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and will run another 1/2 in June&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Does running two 1/2 marathons, allow me to say I have run a full marathon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am 5'5" and born on October 25th and 5 is my favorite number&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;People ask me why I have a favorite number...I don't know, I just do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I ever pick a number between 1-10, guess what I pick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Blogging is a fun hobby of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I especially love when people leave comments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Words of affirmation is my love language &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just bought a Nikon D-60 in Nov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to become a better photographer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so I take 1,000's of pictures of Turbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He is so DARN cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Tulips are my favorite flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love to decorate my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Target is my favorite store generally speaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My biggest flaw is comparing myself to others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I use to be defined by my good grades and the fact that I was a "good girl"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being on time is not something I am good at unless there are consequences for being late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When the Lord speaks to me I am at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love my life (especially when I am not doing number 91)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I hope to someday own a horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want to own a house with a front porch where I can sit on a swing or rocking chair, drink iced tea and watch my children play in the yard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I think my eyes are my best feature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love my husbands silly nature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I wish I were more spontaneous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love having life-long friendships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-6738157824225004712?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/101-posts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-6985106638223460630</guid><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2009 14:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-15T08:12:00.712-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Hubby</category><title>We never discussed this in pre-marital counseling...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt; My husband has a &lt;u&gt;"fun"&lt;/u&gt; little personality trait...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He {apparently} dislikes throwing things away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and will&lt;/em&gt; {at all costs} &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;avoid throwing things away by simply leaving small amounts left in boxes/bags, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689280109932546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwtIWzP8AI/AAAAAAAADwM/ag8d3NpkbWc/s320/DSC_0063.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;milk jugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335688708957211602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwsnHF1C9I/AAAAAAAADv8/uvdcdLLXaO0/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(please note that the new milk is already used)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or toliet paper rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335689049573422642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Sgws67_D9jI/AAAAAAAADwE/ciYkrOiBgC0/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a few&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the examples I found when I woke up today, went to eat cereal and found the box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335690337238479426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwuF46VckI/AAAAAAAADwU/RLUWrdyhAPE/s320/DSC_0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almost...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EMPTY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-6985106638223460630?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-never-discussed-this-in-pre-marital.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwtIWzP8AI/AAAAAAAADwM/ag8d3NpkbWc/s72-c/DSC_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-953885412376292857</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 May 2009 13:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-14T07:58:09.475-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>You Capture</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Colorado</category><title>Flowers!</title><description>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/"&gt;You Capture &lt;/a&gt;assignment: Colors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; Spring and I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; flowers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335676343866742274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwhXXih1gI/AAAAAAAADvo/LIVw7UsridA/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; to take pictures of flowers in the Spring...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335676340162274722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwhXJvUJaI/AAAAAAAADvg/RXznhyAjIYY/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; when my husband brings me flowers {in the Spring} for no reason at all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335676349196562322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwhXrZQb5I/AAAAAAAADvw/HF-qf5XMJ9U/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-953885412376292857?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/flowers.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgwhXXih1gI/AAAAAAAADvo/LIVw7UsridA/s72-c/DSC_0017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-2149474420232249458</guid><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 18:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-13T12:29:51.796-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rando</category><title>Random Ramblings pt 2</title><description>So today is my first day off in 16 days and blogging has obviously been taking a backseat to work lately. I am trying to find the balance in life {aren't we all?} and not doing such a good job due to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;aforementioned&lt;/span&gt; work schedule. And guess what? Tomorrow I am back on-call and working 5 more days. I know work is &lt;u&gt;necessary&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;I do love&lt;/strong&gt; what I do but the hours and the schedule, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; are they worth it? I rarely see friends, am constantly cancelling on people, getting involved at church is pretty non-existent and running, well it's like two steps forward and one step back. Thankfully David understands and my relationship with him {and Turbo} has not suffered. Somehow I seem to be able to &lt;strong&gt;make time&lt;/strong&gt; for him and he for me. Yep, I married one of those "good ones." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can dogs get fevers? If so, how would one treat it? Tylenol is probably not the best even if it is the liquid kind. The reason that I ask is Turbo seems a little "hot" to me. When I pet him, he seems warm and when he gives me my daily dose of kisses, his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;tongue&lt;/span&gt; seems &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;warm. Not sure what to do about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ADDICTED to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Inta&lt;/span&gt; Juice. It's this smoothie place in Parker and I love it SO. The &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pomegranate&lt;/span&gt; smoothie is my new best friend {since I don't really have time for my other friends} and I get it after every case. yum, yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love summer. I love flowers. I love my mom {who I get to see today!!}. The end. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh and here is a picture of Turbo..isn't he just adorable {please bare with me, I don't have kids}!!!!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335377203337652386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgsRTGOoaKI/AAAAAAAADvA/K20wGo4-YvI/s320/DSC_0166.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-2149474420232249458?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/random-ramblings-pt-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SgsRTGOoaKI/AAAAAAAADvA/K20wGo4-YvI/s72-c/DSC_0166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-4549482817232339774</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 May 2009 17:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-01T12:27:41.568-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Memories</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Enjoyment</category><title>Race for the Roses</title><description>Tomorrow is the &lt;a href="http://www.kentuckyderby.com/2009/"&gt;Kentucky Derby&lt;/a&gt;--the first race in the infamous &lt;em&gt;Triple Crown Challenge&lt;/em&gt; of horse racing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger, I &lt;em&gt;may have&lt;/em&gt; done a little barrel racing and goat tying which led to my &lt;strong&gt;complete adoration&lt;/strong&gt; of horses. After my dad died and I had to stop riding, I would spend most of my time riding my bike {pretending it was a horse}. But, friends, that is a story for a different day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom loved horses too. Before I was born, she even owned one of her very own {what I wouldn't give to have been born 12 years earlier!}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like &lt;strong&gt;never having owned&lt;/strong&gt; a horse, I have yet to see a &lt;em&gt;Triple Crown&lt;/em&gt; won in my lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some horses have won the first two races only to completely BLOW IT in the third. Maybe it will be this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the last few years I have attempted to watch the races with people who think that is OK to chat during the pre-race show and the races themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Excuse me but if you want to watch this sporting event &lt;strong&gt;with me&lt;/strong&gt; there will be a few rules: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1) no talking or breathing at an audible level during the program &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2) DO not talk at any time except during commercials &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems simple {controlling} doesn't it? I don't know why/how I got this way but I love listening to every detail about the horses and listening to the stories about the trainers/owners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this year I am having my mom over for the race. She "gets it" and we always have a great time watching the shows {in silence}. She is actually the person that introduced me to the &lt;em&gt;Triple Crown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought it would be fun to make the food they make in Kentucky on Derby weekend until I looked at the recipes and didn't think any of them sounded all that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we will be having our own Derby dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Turkey Pesto Sandwiches&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Steamed Zucchini and Squash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blueberry Smoothies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel Food Cake and Strawberries for Desert&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's to hoping that this is year for a &lt;em&gt;Triple Crown Winner!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-4549482817232339774?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/05/race-for-roses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-6123012644795489914</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2009 22:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-26T17:07:16.175-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Decorating</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Enjoyment</category><title></title><description>Some people gamble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people do drugs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people lie on their taxes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people eat too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~I buy new bedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ever since I was little, I loved getting a new comforter for my bed. My mom will probably shout "amen" when she reads this since she paid for countless when I was growing up. I don't know what it is about a new comforter that makes me ready to take on the world. Maybe it is the new smell or that the room gets an instant face-lift...who knows?! The only things I love more are, well, Jesus and David, of course! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bought a new bedding when we got married {2.5 years ago people!} so I have been scouring the stores trying to find a new duvet that both David and I like. He is not so into the flowery patterns and solids are not my first choice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, we had a deal that when we moved to Parker I could buy a new duvet... and this is where the story takes an un-expected turn. When we got here I couldn't find any duvets that were {worthy of my adoration} better than what I already had. So, I made peace with my addiction, received prayer and decided to stay with what I had ...until this weekend when I sauntered into Pottery Barn {1st mistake}. I wanted to look for some decorating ideas {lie: I really wanted to check out the bedding}. David obliged and we went in... and came out 36 minutes later with a new duvet {which was actually on&lt;strong&gt; sale, &lt;/strong&gt;which is important to note because if you have ever been into Potter Barn then you know that everything is &lt;strong&gt;fifty times &lt;/strong&gt;as much as a person anyone should pay for it!}. While I was there, I was also introduced to the fabulous Euro-style pillow {by the sales lady that is most certainly paid on commission}. Confession: I bought two of those as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So here is my new bedding in all it's glory...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329130745025033538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SfTgLXrUdUI/AAAAAAAADuY/c3sSMCaOjH8/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329130734178878066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SfTgKvRZQnI/AAAAAAAADuQ/dHCX5d-2p4Y/s320/IMG_1268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's your favorite thing to &lt;u&gt;splurge&lt;/u&gt; on?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-6123012644795489914?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-people-gamble-some-people-do-drugs.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SfTgLXrUdUI/AAAAAAAADuY/c3sSMCaOjH8/s72-c/IMG_1270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-3349951983235471987</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Apr 2009 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-24T19:01:00.333-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Parker</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Faith</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Babies</category><title>New Birth</title><description>Today my heart is full for two reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) My friend Amber had her baby this week and... "it's a boy!" All of my friends having babies lately have been having girls so it is nice change it up a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't &lt;em&gt;Caleb Matthew&lt;/em&gt; handsome? :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328426180136456274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SfJfYS7s0FI/AAAAAAAADts/4Zg01Tt-n9g/s320/Caleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) One of the guys that is on David's Golf Committe for his tournament this June gave his life to Christ last week!!!! David was so excited that when he called me he must have been talking a mile a minute {I adore my husband}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the first time that we have seen the fruit of our labor here in Parker and let me tell you, it makes everything worth it..everything! I know the Lord is doing many things here that I have yet to even see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lord you are SO good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-3349951983235471987?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-my-heart-is-full-for-two-reasons.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SfJfYS7s0FI/AAAAAAAADts/4Zg01Tt-n9g/s72-c/Caleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-1332986187996777206</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Apr 2009 14:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-21T08:50:28.839-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Colorado</category><title>You know you live in Colorado when,</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Se3b-62rfbI/AAAAAAAADtM/VqeIVR2-_I8/s1600-h/IMG_1258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327155808246136242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Se3b-62rfbI/AAAAAAAADtM/VqeIVR2-_I8/s400/IMG_1258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the sun is shinning, the sprinklers are on and there is &lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt; snow on the ground&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/3472922466262764177-1332986187996777206?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-know-you-live-in-colorado-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/Se3b-62rfbI/AAAAAAAADtM/VqeIVR2-_I8/s72-c/IMG_1258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-103161794752189281</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-20T09:46:41.631-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Enjoyment</category><title>Working, working, and a trip to Vail</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;But don't be fooled, going to Vail was for work as well.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So really the post should be titled: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"working working and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;even more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; working in Vail"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother Nature decided to DUMP a TON of snow on Colorado last week as I was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;en route&lt;/span&gt; to Vail, CO for an organ donation case. Subsequently, many of the roads were closed and my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; and I got all-expense paid trip to the Vail Valley Hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all you Bachelor fans out there...&lt;br /&gt;yes, that is where Ryan and Trista &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sutter&lt;/span&gt; are from (the only "Bachelor couple to ever make it)&lt;br /&gt;yes, I asked the nurses there if they knew them&lt;br /&gt;yes, they rolled their eyes&lt;br /&gt;yes, they gave me the low down on each of them  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I was in Vail trapped at the hospital, trying to find a way for the surgeon (in Denver) to get all the way up I-70 (which was closed) to recover organs. The State Patrol was too busy with all the accidents and snow problems to help but they did recommend this a guy that does critical care transport for them in these situations. We called up the Good &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Samaritan&lt;/span&gt; and he volunteered to drive our surgeon from Denver to Vail (typically a 90 min drive) and back in the middle of the night in his Hummer, &lt;em&gt;the Beast&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, that is the name he gave his car...which truly is a beast because 3 1/2 hours later they arrived at the hospital safe and sound. The roads had to be bad though because even &lt;em&gt;the Beast&lt;/em&gt; went off the road, into a ditch full of snow, on the way up the mountain. But the difference between &lt;em&gt;the Beast&lt;/em&gt; and the other cars on the road was that "&lt;em&gt;the Beast&lt;/em&gt; is able to get herself out of the ditches."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, we were able to recover the liver and kidneys to save &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three people's lives&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. The surgeon and the Good Samaritan made it back to Denver safely and I got to stay in a SWEET hotel room in Vail. There was a fireplace in my room, a full view of the slopes and deliciously- overpriced room service. Too bad, I was only in the room from 2 am to 9 am but nevertheless I enjoyed the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get tired of working but honestly, I do have a great job.&lt;br /&gt;On most occasions, I know that no matter how long and hard I work that people's lives are saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, I get paid to go on fun little adventures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-103161794752189281?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/working-working-and-trip-to-vail.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-635148273152054462</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Apr 2009 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-11T15:10:02.754-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Faith</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rando</category><title>Twitter (Blog-style)</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Right now I am...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sitting here on the computer catching up on all your blogs--what fun people you are!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Warm because &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Turbo&lt;/span&gt; is snoozing on my lap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Scouring&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; looking for a simply devin&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homemade&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;chocolate cake &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;recipe&lt;/span&gt; to take to our friends house for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anxiously watching my blackberry and sending it subliminal messages: &lt;em&gt;"don't you buzz or ring or do anything for the next two days...do you understand me??? It is Easter and you better make sure I don't get called out!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trying to figure out why Tiger Woods isn't kicking butt in the Master's because he truly is the best golfer EVER!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoping that someone will buy our old desk and bookcase so I can finish decorating the office already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thinking about how much my bathroom needs to be cleaned.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Wishing I could go to Express and buy a new outfit that would only cost me $25, ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But most of all..I am thankful that Christ died for me and that He purchased my freedom (at such a high price) so that I could &lt;u&gt;hear His voice&lt;/u&gt; and spend eternity &lt;u&gt;safe in His love&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;Happy Easter Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-635148273152054462?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/twitter-blog-style.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-2068265386419623462</guid><pubDate>Tue, 07 Apr 2009 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-07T07:25:41.897-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>my heart</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Faith</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>the House</category><title>Sold</title><description>On March 24th it was official, the sale of our house that is. It was rather, what shall I say, anti-climactic. I was never quite convinced that it was going to happen and didn't even believe it until the money was in our checking account. I kept thinking something would go wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We put our house up FOR SALE in September (as most of you know) and had been begging the Lord for months and months to sell it in the "terrible" market. David and I were both commuting to Denver (since January) and it was putting somewhat of a strain on our marriage. I needed to be in Denver to do my job and he needed to be in Denver to be able to minister effectively. We essentially felt trapped and unable to go forward in the new calling He had placed on our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truthfully there were times when I felt like the Lord was mocking us because it all didn't make sense. Especially when our next door neighbor put her house up for sale, when there were houses identical to ours in worse condition that sold for more money, when foreclosures went on the market for SO CHEAP! Then there were all the weekends we spent looking for houses up in Denver to buy so that when ours sold we would have somewhere to move and each house that we were even remotely interested in sold (yes, in this market).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept pleading with God to show us what to do and then a miracle happened that allowed us to rent up here in Denver while our house was still on the market within our budget. So we found a great condo in Parker and moved on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next week a lady put an offer on our town home! Not even kidding...the next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course at that point, I was moved, already unpacked and had accepted that we were going to be renting. I had made peace with the fact that the Lord would take care of us (He already had). I had &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;let go&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and trusted without stress, without fear, without worry and that is when it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't think that is the "formula" for getting God to do what I wanted but I must say that I did learn a lot through the 6 months. The biggest lesson I learned was that what I &lt;strong&gt;treasured&lt;/strong&gt; most wasn't that God sold the house but that &lt;strong&gt;He stayed by me through the trial and He taught me valuable truths about Himself and my relationship with him&lt;/strong&gt;. Now, I have a greater understanding of how He communicates with me and my relationship with Him is better for that experience as hard as it was for me at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the short story about the "house" and what happened. I thought I would need a house to make a home...I thought "that" was the next step for us. But truthfully, I am content in our condo--I like the location, I like the layout, I like the people we rent from and most importantly, David and I can do what the Lord has called us to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to everyone who stood with us during this time and offered up prayers and encouragement on our behalf. You were all such a blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting for the walls in our condo to be painted to post pictures of our new place...more to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-2068265386419623462?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/sold.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-7787905188863726682</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Apr 2009 14:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-05T08:00:00.829-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Family</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Babies</category><title>Another Little One</title><description>She was just so perfect that I could stop holding her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320695283911301746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SdboK6OhGnI/AAAAAAAADsU/dpviMY2YKYU/s320/Sarah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to the world,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~Sarah Elizabeth~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-7787905188863726682?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-little-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SdboK6OhGnI/AAAAAAAADsU/dpviMY2YKYU/s72-c/Sarah.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-2984495136029306187</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Apr 2009 04:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T22:37:59.059-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Enjoyment</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Running</category><title>Excuse me while I pick myself off the floor...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I came face-to-face with the realization that I am apparently not as "in shape" as I thought I was&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all the different classes that 24 hour fitness offers and have been trying to go whenever I am NOT on a case. It is nice to do a something different from running and have a motivating instructor tell you what to do and how long to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spinning classes are one of my favorites but the only caveat is that you have to show up to the gym an hour early just to sign up. Sometimes, I only have the hour free to work out, not two hours to sit and wait to work out. If you haven't tried a Spinning class yet, you should. Nothing can make you sweat faster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turbo-kickboxing was a lot of fun even though I didn't get all the choreography down right away. I was afraid I wouldn't be able to hang but I did and hopefully my upper cut will look better next time I can go. After that class I still had the energy to run 3 miles and felt pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I decided to try 24-hour's version of boot camp. &lt;em&gt;{"Self, what were you thinking!?"}&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before going to the gym I sent David a text, "going to try boot camp and probably do Pilate's afterwards." Ha! Little did I know... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever watched the Biggest Loser?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, well then you know Jillian.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I met the Colorado version of Jillian and she was my "boot camp" instructor.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did enjoy the variety that she included in the workout but I was definitely not able to keep up with all the exercises {pushup's for 2 minutes, ha!}. Apparently being able to run 6 miles on a treadmill under 60 minutes and training for a 1/2 marathon doesn't really mean you are "in shape" because I could barely keep up with the lunges, the push ups, the frog leaps, the mountain climbers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say I didn't make it to Pilate's afterwards and I had to do a pretty darn good job of convincing myself to shower. You can be sure I rewarded myself with ice cream tonight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to hoping I make it out of bed in the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-2984495136029306187?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/04/excuse-me-while-i-pick-myself-off-floor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-2999100296021356280</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Apr 2009 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-31T20:00:01.083-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Rando</category><title>Daylight Savings...</title><description>The other day I am on my way home from work and decided to stop by the bank to deposit some checks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pull in to the drive through {thinking, no lines...sweet!} and they weren't open. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started to wonder if here in Parker the banks close on Fridays or if I had missed some national holiday or if they closed on account of the 12 inches of snow we got the previous day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and then I looked at the clock, it was 7 pm! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you wouldn't have known that by the amount of sun that was still shinning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daylight savings you are messing with my mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318783406093881106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SdAdU-V3zxI/AAAAAAAADr0/LQ4vCgQK6qc/s400/daylight+savings.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---but I still LOVE YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-2999100296021356280?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/daylight-savings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SdAdU-V3zxI/AAAAAAAADr0/LQ4vCgQK6qc/s72-c/daylight+savings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-3831419034413419241</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-30T14:00:00.207-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Faith</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>prayer</category><title>Pick a Number!</title><description>Okay, lets play a little blog game...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick a number between 1 and 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picked yet????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please go to the corresponding number on &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;the list&lt;/span&gt; below and if you have time, please say a prayer for that person/family.  I have changed the names of  those that the Lord has placed on my heart so that they can remain &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;.  However, the Lord knows whom I have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;wholeheartedly&lt;/strong&gt; believe in the power of prayer. I know that the more people that approach the throne of God on behalf of another, the more it power of the Holy Spirit is activated. In turn, I promise to pray for you if you would like to send me a prayer request at &lt;a href="mailto:dafarmer06@aol.com"&gt;dafarmer06@aol.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;**The List***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;1. The "biggest family ever" has lost their home to mold this past October. They have 9 children total and had to leave all their belongings in the house and move to a different state to receive treatment for all the diseases that they &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;acquired&lt;/span&gt; as a result of the mold.  Please pray for their health, their finances and that their family would become closer in this time of trial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;2. A lady "Ann" that I know has just been advised by the police to get a divorce from her abusive husband of 10 years and to file a restraining order. Ann is true follower of Christ and has never felt peace about this decision until now. Please pray for her safety and the direction of the Lord during this process. Divorce is never something that she wanted and she now struggles will feelings of failure.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;3. My dear friend "Heidi" is going for a doctor's appointment this week to see if she may have breast cancer. She is only in her early 30's but her family has a history of cancer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;She is such a giving person that always puts others before herself. Please pray for peace in her heart, that she would feel the Lord standing next to her as she walks through this week. Pray also for healing in her body. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-3831419034413419241?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/pick-number.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-1334078330834054523</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Mar 2009 00:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-03T23:35:13.240-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>shopping</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Work</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Enjoyment</category><title>A grenade in orange juice?!</title><description>So work was a tad bit challenging today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The short story goes something like this: my colleague and I had to take an organ donor to the OR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;emergently&lt;/span&gt;, the surgeons refused to recover due a personal opinion, it was 3 am, we hadn't slept in almost 24 hours and we HAD to find a solution to the problem. Sound fun???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am pretty sure that about &lt;u&gt;3 different&lt;/u&gt; doctors showed me how skilled they are at using &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as many 4 letter words as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in one sentence and then they would hang up the phone before I can get a word in. Good thing I told them all my name was "Phyllis".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to get in contact with the neurosurgeon on the case, who had missed his wife's birthday party the day before and had the &lt;em&gt;worst day ever&lt;/em&gt; in the ICU, to rewrite a brain death note. Let's just say he that he didn't &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; at the opportunity to become lifelong friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;amusing&lt;/span&gt; part of the night was that he ended his phone conversation (on speaker phone) with me like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me:&lt;/em&gt; "thank you sir and I apologize for having to bother you so much tonight and appreciate your willingness to help...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;yada&lt;/span&gt;..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;him:&lt;/em&gt; "Good night and will you please be sure to put a hand grenade in the transplant surgeon's orange juice?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;me: "Sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am now, after 4 hours of sleep, needing some therapy...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;R-E-T-A-I-L&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; therapy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can you guess where I am headed?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318777726416904962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SdAYKX5W4wI/AAAAAAAADrs/-UCaBkwIlOk/s400/Target.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-1334078330834054523?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/grenade-in-orange-juice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/SdAYKX5W4wI/AAAAAAAADrs/-UCaBkwIlOk/s72-c/Target.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-38976172469309579</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 01:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-26T19:22:44.887-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Babies</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>friends</category><title>Babies everywhere!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the last 2 weeks, two of my friends have given birth to their first child:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-- Miss Chloe--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317668302647617330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ScwnJaSqZzI/AAAAAAAADrc/BfpScNSssj4/s400/IMG00035+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317669852152881890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ScwojmpgYuI/AAAAAAAADrk/1GmcWfiXa0E/s400/Avery.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://jenkinsga.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sweet Avery&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two more of my friends are due in the next month...it is definitely the season for babies and I love it! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-38976172469309579?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/babies-everywhere.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1SyKh7pnnDw/ScwnJaSqZzI/AAAAAAAADrc/BfpScNSssj4/s72-c/IMG00035+(2).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3472922466262764177.post-6332921611874180716</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2009 01:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-03-22T21:31:26.861-06:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Helping Others</category><title>wanna save a life?</title><description>Tonight I was watching &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/index?pn=index"&gt;Extreme Home Makeover &lt;/a&gt;{and crying}. That show always gets me right when they "move that bus!" and the family starts jumping up and down and crying. The tears start rolling down my face and I turn to David saying, "that is just soooo sweet! " It's that emotional release that keeps me coming back each week. Man, ABC is so good at what they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl on tonight's episode is dependent on blood transfusions to survive. Don't worry, I will graciously spare you all the nurse-y details about her disease process and instead, climb onto my soap-box about how great it is to donate blood. Ahem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;As a nurse I have given a total of 14 units of blood in one 12 hour shift to save someones life. That means 14 people that had to donate to save that one person. We all like to talk of changing the world and making a difference and this is one simple way that we are sure to SAVE a life. The little girl on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/xtremehome/index?pn=index"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Extreme Home Makeover &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;made me conscious of the importance of this again tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc6600;"&gt;I grew up with giving blood as a part of my life. My parents both did it on a regular basis and I have done it since I was able to. When you go the worst part is of course &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;the needle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But that part lasts about a &lt;u&gt;1/2 of a second &lt;/u&gt;{promise!}. The blood bank staff at the hospital always makes up for that &lt;em&gt;brief&lt;/em&gt; pain by treating you like &lt;strong&gt;royalty&lt;/strong&gt;. They will get you a warm blanket, your choice of juice {get cranberry, it's the best!} and some really delicious cookies {or fruit for those of you that are health conscious but remember that when you give blood you also burn calories}. Then you get a very stylish band aid and smiley-face sticker that says &lt;strong&gt;"Be Nice to Me, I Donated Blood Today"&lt;/strong&gt; and don't forget the good feeling that you will have for the rest of the day knowing that you helped to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;save a life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So who's in? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3472922466262764177-6332921611874180716?l=alifarmer.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://alifarmer.blogspot.com/2009/03/you-can-save-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ali Farmer)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>