<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986</id><updated>2012-01-03T13:09:45.641-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Diosa of the Beach</title><subtitle type='html'>This is the true story of a girl and her Marine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>608</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3848609138078328836</id><published>2011-10-16T20:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:45:30.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.1</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we walked 3.1 miles in honor of you and others. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those 3.1 miles meant more to me than you will ever get the chance to know. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They will not bring you back. They will only give me a temporary reprieve from constantly missing you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Early mornings and nights are the hardest for me. I see your smiling face when I close my eyes and I think how much you would have enjoyed the sunrise when I drive to work in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lean on Jonathan more than I think I should. He has been so strong for me. I try to tell him all the time how much he means to me and that I am so thankful for his support. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have anger towards you, feelings of guilt and always sadness. Sadness not because I will never be able to see or speak to again, but sadness because you hurt so much without ever telling me while you were still here with all of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have taken away your pain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could have told you how much you are loved and was never alone no matter what you might have thought. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish had on more chance to hug you and tell you that I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had one more chance to save you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3848609138078328836?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3848609138078328836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3848609138078328836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3848609138078328836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3848609138078328836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2011/10/31.html' title='3.1'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4659606559488163922</id><published>2010-08-17T15:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:57:14.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life &amp; Therapy</title><content type='html'>Recently I have came to the conclusion that I need therapy. I am very unhappy where I am at in life at the moment or could it be more like where I am living.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My marriage is great,  school is great, our health is great, work (although sparse as it my be) is going good...so why can I not be normal and be happy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am use to being surrounded by awesome people. I thrive on others. (Now that I think about it am might be a parasite) I look forward every chance that I have to email, facebook, skype, text or talk to friends. I secretly plan trips in my head of going back to my last "home" state. I look forward to the times we all will cross paths. May it be meeting somewhere for a get together, them coming out here or me returning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I should be ashamed that this is my only major issue in life. There are others that have it a lot worse than me &amp;amp; I understand that fact. However, I do believe that I am allowed to get on my pity wagon from time to time &amp;amp; ride it until the wheels fall off. Right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4659606559488163922?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4659606559488163922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4659606559488163922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4659606559488163922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4659606559488163922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2010/08/life-therapy.html' title='Life &amp; Therapy'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-399019916463868056</id><published>2010-04-23T11:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:44:52.332-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Crack Pipe Batman!</title><content type='html'>I just realized that my blog is over FIVE years old!  Man how times fly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-399019916463868056?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/399019916463868056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=399019916463868056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/399019916463868056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/399019916463868056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2010/04/holy-crack-pipe-batman.html' title='Holy Crack Pipe Batman!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-703581262908936847</id><published>2010-03-12T12:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:49:44.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February 3rd</title><content type='html'>On February 3rd Jonathan returned from his deployment from Afghanistan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was supposed to fly in on the 4th, but he managed to work it to come home a day early. (I know he is great.) However neither of us thought in a million years that it would start snowing the day before his arrival. I think my homecoming plan kept changing minute to minute or at least it seemed they did. At the last minute I thought it would be better to drive to the airport the night before and stay in a hotel. That way if there was too much snow for me to drive in I could take the shuttle to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I braved the snow and drove slowly to the airport. I was there before the plane even arrived early that morning. After waiting what seemed eternity, I saw him exit through customs. I was amazed that I looked at him and I knew who he was, but at the same time I didn’t. He had lost 30 pounds while he was gone. He looked the same yet so different. I think you have to go through a homecoming to maybe fully understand what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next week all I could keep telling him was he was too skinny. (I know he had to enjoy hearing me telling him that over and over.)&lt;br /&gt;After taking the rest of the week off to spend with him (it was only 2 days) We managed to get snowed in the following week! It was great just hanging out at the house catching up. Plus it allowed him to catch up on sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I can I will post the pictures of his Welcome Home sign that my co-worker helped me put up. Anyone who knows Jonathan knows he let me have my moment of trying to be a good wife that made sure he had a sigh waiting out front for him and let me keep it up for a few hours. But I know he could not wait until he could get it down, so the sign only lasted to that afternoon. J In the end I know he was happy that I did that from him. We are just two peas in a pod when it comes to someone making a fuss over us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-703581262908936847?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/703581262908936847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=703581262908936847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/703581262908936847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/703581262908936847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2010/03/february-3rd.html' title='February 3rd'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8281288371964649216</id><published>2010-03-12T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T12:16:06.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Old Friend.</title><content type='html'>It seems that I keep promising that I will be good and update this blog often. Well as we all can see I have not been good at keeping this one promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot has happened since my last entry. So I guess I will do my best to start from where I left off at and work up to the present. I will enter each event as a new post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all that has followed this blog and those who are just joining in please enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8281288371964649216?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8281288371964649216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8281288371964649216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8281288371964649216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8281288371964649216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2010/03/hello-old-friend.html' title='Hello Old Friend.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3370536875520294412</id><published>2010-01-22T10:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T11:36:48.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No I am not talking about the size of my ass either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jan 29th will be mine &amp;amp; Jonathan's wedding anniversary. Granted we will be miles apart we will celebrate in our hearts. (I know that sounds really cheesy.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan replacement has LANDED where he is stationed. Why is this is big news you ask? Because Jonathan's boss was refusing to let him leave until he was able to do a "proper" turnaround with his replacement. He has already spent the entire day running him all over the place. If you have be sight seeing with Jonathan you know when he is running you around to places he isn't playing around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fingers crossed -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Jonathan will be returning to me on &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY 4th&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I even tear up as I write this. I cannot believe it has been so long since I have last seen him in person. I am SO thankful he is coming home &amp;amp; doing so in good health. We are very blessed.  That is all I am going to say about this for now being I am pessimistic and don't want to jinx anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I need to get back to work. I will try to update everyone more over the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3370536875520294412?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3370536875520294412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3370536875520294412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3370536875520294412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3370536875520294412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-things.html' title='Big Things!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3497199682911850442</id><published>2009-12-23T11:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:40:22.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Invite</title><content type='html'>Well the day has finally come where I have made my blog private. I guess if I have managed not having to do so in almost 5 years I cannot complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this post then you are important enough to me that you still access to me and my life no matter where I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3497199682911850442?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3497199682911850442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3497199682911850442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3497199682911850442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3497199682911850442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/12/invite.html' title='Invite'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5309046056816827</id><published>2009-10-15T10:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:07:27.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate loving Fall.</title><content type='html'>Fall is by far my favorite season. There is no if, what or but about it. I LOVE FALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said it is one of the hardest seasons for me. Since Jonathan I have been together we have only spent two Fall seasons together. He seems to enjoy it just as much as I do. That is why this time of the year is the hardest when he is not here to share it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is such a beautiful time of year. We love taking little road trips to look at the trees, drinking hot apple cider, wearing warms clothes or finding somewhere with a fireplace to enjoy. There is a tree right down the road from where we live. I pass it everyday. Jonathan loves the color it changes to during this time of the year. It is beautiful. I love seeing it being it makes me think of him, but then I hate seeing it because he can't not enjoy it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With deployment comes a lot of guilt. As most people know I always feel guilty about something. Silly I know. I have so much guilt that I keep going day to day like normal, while he spends everyday doing the same thing in gated area. I have so much freedom to do whatever I want ,whenever I want and then I think of him. I hate it. I try to avoid so much because he can not share it or even do it himself. I know this is our life. I will not lie, it is hard at times to be a wife of a Marine. However with that being said, it is the most rewarding life to be married to my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be the last fall we will ever have to spend apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know  I have to end it this way - I miss my husband!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5309046056816827?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5309046056816827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5309046056816827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5309046056816827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5309046056816827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-loving-fall.html' title='I hate loving Fall.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1183590639303941774</id><published>2009-10-02T16:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T16:28:00.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not really truth or dare</title><content type='html'>I have checked out for the day. Don't want to be here &amp;amp; just can't think anymore.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I come upstairs to my co-worker's office. I am hanging out &amp;amp; just chatting. Some how we start you ask me a question and I will ask you one back. I realized that I really don't have a favorite color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1183590639303941774?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1183590639303941774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1183590639303941774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1183590639303941774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1183590639303941774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/10/not-really-truth-or-dare.html' title='Not really truth or dare'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3266855455285886598</id><published>2009-09-26T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:25:24.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just because I miss him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I have been thinking of some of our recent trips or times at home. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today I spent a good time going back through this blog. Maybe the next time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am down, missing him &amp;amp; I will come back here and see this post. I am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sure it will put a smile back on my face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68Q1tfXVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NrUFz6iSHlw/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68Q1tfXVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NrUFz6iSHlw/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949201863499090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Williamsburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;, VA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;Jonathan took me here right after I started back to work at TAI. I was hating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;my job &amp;amp; he was gone all the time. He took me here to get away for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68QiRqJSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/euiWTXtdvaM/s1600-h/IMG_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68QiRqJSI/AAAAAAAAAYY/euiWTXtdvaM/s320/IMG_0103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949196646491426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Boston, MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;This was the last trip-trip we took before he deployed. I enjoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;myself so much. Even if our car was broken into the first night there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68QKJn5hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/22P7udfaBDY/s1600-h/IMG_4406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68QKJn5hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/22P7udfaBDY/s320/IMG_4406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949190170338834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Plymouth, MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;This part of our Boston trip. I hope we get &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;to go back there on day. Everyone should visit that area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial, serif;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68P2v010I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZdjKix_U8Fo/s1600-h/IMG_3152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68P2v010I/AAAAAAAAAYI/ZdjKix_U8Fo/s320/IMG_3152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949184961861442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;My two favorite boys at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68PYrkl6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/sFPc162MRwM/s1600-h/IMG_0853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68PYrkl6I/AAAAAAAAAYA/sFPc162MRwM/s320/IMG_0853.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385949176890955682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;Honolulu, HI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;I love this picture of Jonathan. It was the last time we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#336666;"&gt;went to Hawaii. It is hard to believe we have not been back there in while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3266855455285886598?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3266855455285886598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3266855455285886598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3266855455285886598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3266855455285886598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/09/just-because.html' title='Just because'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/Sr68Q1tfXVI/AAAAAAAAAYg/NrUFz6iSHlw/s72-c/IMG_0171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2238973759125563531</id><published>2009-09-26T20:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T20:56:05.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, rain &amp; no football</title><content type='html'>It is rainy, fall Saturday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no husband here to cuddle up with on the couch. There is no Auburn football on tv. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything is just BLAH.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to work today. The project that I am helping on has been a life saver. I enjoy it, I believe in it &amp;amp; I am thankful that I have it. Because of it, I can look forward to going in to work now. I know it will end soon, but I am going to act like it is the sun &amp;amp; soak it in while I have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I completed my first 5k! I am going to try to run/walk some more. Matter of fact I try to get to the gym to run on the treadmill no less than three times a week. I don't know if this will last. I hope that it does. Then again it is me &amp;amp; I am easily bored. Matter of fact I am looking at the clock and thinking I should go run right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which leads me into saying how bad my joints hurt. It is that simple. I look at my hands and think how can they hurt this bad at my age. Then I become afraid of what will they be like in 5, 10 or even 20 years from now. I think the same of my hip &amp;amp; knees. Right now I am just tired of of hurting. The good news is instead of just blogging about it, I did make an appointment to see the doctor next week. I am going to look into getting a shot or something. I just don't want to start taking pain pills right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that this is becoming a familiar post, but I miss my husband. What makes it even worse is that he has the swine flu right now. God love him. He is deployed, hot, away from home &amp;amp; sick as a dog. I wish he was here so I could take care of him. I feel so helpless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am going to stop blogging now. The Green Mile is on &amp;amp; I going to watch as much of it as I can before I start crying. I don't want to go into work tomorrow, yes I am working Sunday too, with swollen eyes from crying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know, I am a big baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2238973759125563531?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2238973759125563531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2238973759125563531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2238973759125563531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2238973759125563531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/09/saturday-rain-no-football.html' title='Saturday, rain &amp; no football'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7344347545059636990</id><published>2009-09-08T18:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:30:04.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not really Monday</title><content type='html'>It seems that everyone but me said today felt like a Monday. Either people were sick or just in a funk. Hopefully tomorrow will better for everyone. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is busy. It is a good thing. If I have too much time on my hands I get in trouble real easy. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow evening. Which I am missing one of my social group meetings. I have to go to 8th &amp;amp; I early Saturday to mentor &amp;amp; Sunday I MIGHT go do a 5k.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get excited about the 5k. I am going to try my best to talk myself out of it. :) It is for a good cause &amp;amp; I don't "really" have to run. The only other bad thing is that I have to be up early. I live for the times that I get to sleep in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Work. Well it is just that, work. Although to some I  seems like I am stressed all the time. I am just high strung &amp;amp; I don't know any other way to be. I am really trying my best not to seem that way. I just want to do good in everything I do &amp;amp; it drives me crazy when I think I am going to fail. But I am getting better at letting things go. Maybe if I keep saying that one day I will believe it. &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/11651986-7344347545059636990?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7344347545059636990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7344347545059636990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7344347545059636990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7344347545059636990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-not-really-monday.html' title='It&apos;s not really Monday'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6938520151717095659</id><published>2009-09-05T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T21:22:03.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History at Auburn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Tonight Terrell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Zachery made history at Auburn by running a 93 yard touch down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;That was a sweet run to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande', -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;WAR DAMN EAGLE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6938520151717095659?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6938520151717095659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6938520151717095659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6938520151717095659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6938520151717095659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/09/history-at-auburn.html' title='History at Auburn'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1981866965557871949</id><published>2009-09-05T20:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T09:45:47.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This blog...WOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This weekend I am house/pet sitting for a co-worker. They are doing a run down in Virginia Beach. During my time at his house I have been doing a lot of work on the computer. While sitting here I made a post about missing my wonderful husband ( It is the post below this one.) and then I started to read some of the post since I started this blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It made me realize how much I have missed putting my life into words. Granted if you ask work I am a "writer", if you followed this blog you know how wrong they are!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am really going to try my very best to start blogging again. I want to keep all my memories here so I can always go back and relive them whenever I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Keep your fingers crossed that I am able to stick to it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need to run. It is Auburn football time!!! WAR DAMN EAGLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1981866965557871949?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1981866965557871949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1981866965557871949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1981866965557871949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1981866965557871949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-blogwow.html' title='This blog...WOW'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4394216716766244938</id><published>2009-09-05T19:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T19:30:01.955-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I MISS MY HUSBAND!!</title><content type='html'>I don't know why today has been so hard as far as missing Jonathan.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I am going to have myself a pitty party. If you are not in the mood to listen to me whine then you might read the next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my life. Although it does not seem like it, I have accepted it. It does not mean that I have to like it one bit though. There is a part of me that wants to do the math so I can tell you exact amount of months that we have been apart since we first meet. No one said it would be easy &amp;amp; I know that, but damn this is starting to suck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do love him with everything that I have and I will wait for him as long as I have too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I am going to find some pictures to post of us. Maybe that will do me good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4394216716766244938?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4394216716766244938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4394216716766244938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4394216716766244938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4394216716766244938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-miss-my-husband.html' title='I MISS MY HUSBAND!!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3917746788115397103</id><published>2009-08-05T14:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T14:32:59.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This game sucks.</title><content type='html'>I miss my husband so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3917746788115397103?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3917746788115397103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3917746788115397103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3917746788115397103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3917746788115397103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/08/this-game-sucks.html' title='This game sucks.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4087183610268236919</id><published>2009-07-31T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T13:51:11.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Whatthefu#k</title><content type='html'>Here is the latest up date Jonathan is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left for Kandahar, Afghanistan last Saturday night. He spent most of the week in Kuwait waiting for a flight to Kandahar. After a bunch of drama trying to leave Kuwait he arrives to learn he is now moving to Camp Leatherneck in ten days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;It seems that &lt;/span&gt;this is a BRAND NEW camp. What few images I have been able to see it looks like there is just a few things there. They just opened a PX that holds up to 40 people at one time. I guess you can call that a party in a box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for him. When I spoked to him this morning he had been up over twenty four hours, again trying to get to Kandahar, and he sounded defeated. It just broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope things will settle down for him soon. As soon as I have more information or pictures I can post I will share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4087183610268236919?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4087183610268236919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4087183610268236919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4087183610268236919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4087183610268236919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/07/camp-whatthefuk.html' title='Camp Whatthefu#k'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7275992802611647000</id><published>2009-07-09T13:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:45:17.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanted to say "Thank You Marine".</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Last night a Marine gave his life while serving in Afghanistan for his country .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to share his name or details of his death out of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had not had the pleasure of meeting him personally. Although as soon as Jonathan told me his name, I remember him through some of Jonathan's stories of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This man had left such a wonderful impression not only on Jonathan, but others that had served with him. Many grown men have shed many tears over his loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I saw pain in my husband eyes that I never thought was possible. Like a parent I wanted to take on his pain, so he would not have to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have been fighting a war way longer than anyone thought we would or should. We are tired of it. I live and work along with the military, so I do understand how one can get burned out about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However remember this, these men AND women volunteer to serve our country. They do this during peace and during wars. They do this to protect their country and all of our rights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most of all they do it so YOU DO NOT HAVE TO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking you to go thank a service person. I am asking you say a little pray for those who are serving, have served or gave their lives and their families. Especially pray for strength for the wife and the children who lost their father yesterday. They will need all they can find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7275992802611647000?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7275992802611647000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7275992802611647000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7275992802611647000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7275992802611647000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/07/wanted-to-say-thank-you-marine.html' title='Wanted to say &quot;Thank You Marine&quot;.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1850305047166234575</id><published>2009-07-08T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:37:47.621-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It has been forever since I have really posted anything or put up any pictures. Either there is nothing really happening to write about or there is way too much to write about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Here is just a few things that are going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am working through my issues with my job. I make good money, granted with what I do I should be paid more. I keep telling myself that paying off our time share &amp;amp; my student loans will make staying worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Johnny, my step son, will be returning to his mother this Sat. It has been a roller coaster of a ride in the parent section of the park. Over all he is a good kid and we are lucky with all things considering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My peeps are leaving!! Sam leaves for NC the weekend of the 25th &amp;amp; Crystal will heading to Oki this fall. You make great friends with other wives whose husband also serves, but they all have to leave at one point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My dad is coming!!! I am so thrilled. It will be the first time he has been up here to see us. I can not wait for him to see how happy I am &amp;amp; how well Jonathan treats me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;July 25th. Jonathan will be leaving for a 6 month deployment. I have not blogged about this being it opens up so many emotions that I was not ready to deal with. The time is here &amp;amp; I have to put on my big girl panties. I need to be strong for him. I am sure this blog will turn more into another journal of our lives &amp;amp; us being apart. You all will have to work with me while I find some balance while I deal with my best friend being gone &amp;amp; out of touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I need to get back to acting like I am working. I just had the feeling that I could put out a post real quick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1850305047166234575?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1850305047166234575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1850305047166234575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1850305047166234575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1850305047166234575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-can-do-this.html' title='I can do this.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5585772855506817651</id><published>2009-06-26T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:25:43.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can you believe I found this AWESOME background! Granted I am not too crazy about the black dots. Those could go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can not do my bedroom in this design, then I will do it to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Sam. I got the link for my background off her site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5585772855506817651?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5585772855506817651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5585772855506817651' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5585772855506817651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5585772855506817651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-look.html' title='New Look'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8887341470348243934</id><published>2009-03-04T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:29:15.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Please stop asking</title><content type='html'>I am tired of people asking how I am handling Jonathan being deployed or people wanting to talk about the deployment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing to report. He is leaving. I can not change that. We are living our lives as normal as we can. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do wives feel the need to talk non stop about this subject. If there is anyone I want to talk to about this would be Jonathan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would think if I needed support dealing with deployment it would be after he leaves. People are just freaking me out. I just don't  know a nice way to tell them to please stop with out hurting people. I don't want to burn bridges, but I can not have people drive me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best to not to crack under pressure. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8887341470348243934?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8887341470348243934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8887341470348243934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8887341470348243934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8887341470348243934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/03/please-stop-asking.html' title='Please stop asking'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3678020227279913875</id><published>2009-02-12T22:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:12:01.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a happy girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SZTkoLd_ecI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3sV1rPh0x-M/s1600-h/14871StitchedSweat-med.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 220px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SZTkoLd_ecI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3sV1rPh0x-M/s320/14871StitchedSweat-med.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302114040246401474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.tigerrags.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This WILL BE my next purchase. I have been looking for an Auburn sweatshirt with stitched letters FOREVER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3678020227279913875?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3678020227279913875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3678020227279913875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3678020227279913875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3678020227279913875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-am-happy-girl.html' title='I am a happy girl!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SZTkoLd_ecI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3sV1rPh0x-M/s72-c/14871StitchedSweat-med.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5449296701272166287</id><published>2009-02-08T23:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:53:26.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War Eagle Baby!</title><content type='html'>From Southern Living online.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40 Things Every Southerner Ought To Do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've learned a few things over the years. Our editors have assembled the ultimate list of must-do activities from across the region. How many have you done? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Article by Jennifer Mckenzie Frazier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sis-boom-bah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SY-2cPHJcUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PchXRo3T4f0/s1600-h/aubie-l-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SY-2cPHJcUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PchXRo3T4f0/s320/aubie-l-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300655882647466306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We Southerners cherish college football and the campus traditions that accompany it. When the University of Texas and the University of Oklahoma go head-to-head during the State Fair of Texas in Dallas, you must fill up on Fletcher’s Corny Dogs in order to root either team to victory. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tiger fans eagerly line up to roll Toomer’s Corner and scream "War Eagle" every time Auburn posts a win.&lt;/span&gt; The ultimate tradition, though, takes place at Ole Miss in Oxford. Thousands of fans gather to picnic in the Grove and feast on gourmet spreads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5449296701272166287?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5449296701272166287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5449296701272166287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5449296701272166287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5449296701272166287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/02/war-eagle-baby.html' title='War Eagle Baby!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SY-2cPHJcUI/AAAAAAAAAT8/PchXRo3T4f0/s72-c/aubie-l-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4326555174195168592</id><published>2009-01-30T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T12:06:14.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Married</title><content type='html'>It is finally official, Jonathan &amp; I were married Jan 29, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to us finding out Jonathan is deploying this spring we ran off to a local chapel to get married. It was by far the best day of my life. Once he comes back we will plan something a little more "formal" for the families. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh35hpKK3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/3h3I9VDGW3g/s1600-h/IMG_1864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh35hpKK3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/3h3I9VDGW3g/s320/IMG_1864.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298616791768640370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh34uUwAYI/AAAAAAAAATs/CUENgfgfa_A/s1600-h/IMG_1861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh34uUwAYI/AAAAAAAAATs/CUENgfgfa_A/s320/IMG_1861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298616777992831362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh34M2HQZI/AAAAAAAAATk/QIQKM71km-0/s1600-h/IMG_1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh34M2HQZI/AAAAAAAAATk/QIQKM71km-0/s320/IMG_1860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298616769005961618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh33oGt1CI/AAAAAAAAATc/COacoEppAfg/s1600-h/IMG_1852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh33oGt1CI/AAAAAAAAATc/COacoEppAfg/s320/IMG_1852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298616759143486498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4326555174195168592?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4326555174195168592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4326555174195168592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4326555174195168592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4326555174195168592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-married.html' title='Just Married'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SYh35hpKK3I/AAAAAAAAAT0/3h3I9VDGW3g/s72-c/IMG_1864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-530314406121205155</id><published>2009-01-15T23:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:30:40.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sebastian</title><content type='html'>Today I lost my best friend of 10 years. He never complained, he never told my secrets, he never judge &amp; most of all he never left my side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home tonight to find him laying down in the same place he goes when I get on the computer. I hate that I was not here to hold him one last time. I know this all silly to most, but this dog has been through so much with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End the end I know he knew that there was no love in any stronger than the love I have for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM_mxK_6I/AAAAAAAAASk/u99AZchoSks/s1600-h/IMG_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM_mxK_6I/AAAAAAAAASk/u99AZchoSks/s320/IMG_0194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743849038413730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM_FvWaaI/AAAAAAAAASc/Ohhk5vHOZnU/s1600-h/IMG_2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM_FvWaaI/AAAAAAAAASc/Ohhk5vHOZnU/s320/IMG_2056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743840172403106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM-7JzyTI/AAAAAAAAASU/wDZgqLmvfv0/s1600-h/IMG_0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM-7JzyTI/AAAAAAAAASU/wDZgqLmvfv0/s320/IMG_0200.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743837330590002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM-IxEP9I/AAAAAAAAASM/oZvSR1GbbS0/s1600-h/IMG_2243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM-IxEP9I/AAAAAAAAASM/oZvSR1GbbS0/s320/IMG_2243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291743823805038546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-530314406121205155?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/530314406121205155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=530314406121205155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/530314406121205155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/530314406121205155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2009/01/sebastian.html' title='Sebastian'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SXAM_mxK_6I/AAAAAAAAASk/u99AZchoSks/s72-c/IMG_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8266573778586117314</id><published>2008-12-30T14:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:19:08.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog.</title><content type='html'>I have been so bad about keeping up my blog. I am such a bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to do just do a few updates on how life is going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing is that Jonathan &amp; I are both doing well. I could not be any happier than what I am when I am with him. Making the leap of faith to be with him has been worth it. There are times where things get hard, granted it is not often, but we always pul through.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are waiting to hear if we will be leaving Quantico in a year. If we do our two options are Cali or NC. I rather have a colon exam everyday for the next year than go to either place. I guess no matter where we go as long as we are together that is all that matters. Right?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been a roller coaster. I am still with the same company, but we lost out contract. Granted we did a shitty job &amp; should have lost it, it doesn't help have time off between the next contract. I have way to much time for my own good. Although my mom is coming up to visit this week. I am excited to have time to take her to DC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am thinking - Tin Foil Hat Man - If you read this I am trying to find a email for you. Help a girl out if you can!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8266573778586117314?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8266573778586117314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8266573778586117314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8266573778586117314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8266573778586117314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/12/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4350524135385966961</id><published>2008-11-07T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T00:28:58.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go get a switch</title><content type='html'>Today a coworker &amp; I were talking about our southern roots &amp; how we do thing in the "deep" south. (She is from MS &amp; I am from Al) I never really thought there was a "real" difference between the south &amp; the north. That was until the topic of how us kids in the south had to go get out own switches when we were in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is worth ALL the money in the world to see people's reactions when they here how we were made to do it. Of course we that went through this all sit back &amp; laugh about it now. People from the north freak out when they hear how it worked &amp; then they want to call child services on my parents for being cruel. All I can say to them is "Bless you heart" &amp; we us from the south know that isn't good kind either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4350524135385966961?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4350524135385966961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4350524135385966961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4350524135385966961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4350524135385966961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-get-switch.html' title='Go get a switch'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2413599677803150828</id><published>2008-10-02T10:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:49:04.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What is an American?</title><content type='html'>As I study for my American Lit exam I came across this author,J. Hector St. John De Crevecoeur (1735-1813). There was a passage that made me think that after hundreds of years since this book was written how I can still feel the passion of the time and can relate it to the modern day American. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letters from an American Farmer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What then is the American, this new man?...He is an American, who, leaving behind him all his ancient prejudices and manners, receives new ones from the new mode of life he has embraced, the new government he obeys, and the new rank he holds. He has become an American by being received in the broad lap of our great Alma Mater. Here individuals of all races are melted into a new race of man, whose labors and posterity will one day cause great changes in the world. Americans are the western pilgrims. (from "Letter III," 1782) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read the book, go to this link – &lt;br /&gt;http://xroads.virginia.edu/~hyper/CREV/home.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn more about the author, see the go to this link – http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J._Hector_St._John_de_Crevecoeur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly as this may sound, reading what I have so far has made me feel hopeful about what is going on with our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2413599677803150828?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2413599677803150828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2413599677803150828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2413599677803150828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2413599677803150828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/10/what-is-american.html' title='What is an American?'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-9164294649758498088</id><published>2008-09-15T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:24:36.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone must REALLY hate me!!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever done something that in the beginning seemed like a good idea only to turn out to be a nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example;&lt;br /&gt;Going out to the bars only in the end to wake up with no money &amp; some stranger in you bed? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gave up my job with the school system to go back into government contracting. The good side of this is about a 30k pay raise. The bad side is my job has now changed into something completely different than what is was suppose to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I am doing now is the one thing I told them I don’t like doing it, can’t do it &amp; can not understand how to do it. So they in return thought it would be a great f’ing idea to give it to me. I am so stressed (again) that for lunch I went to Borders to buy a book on how to use this program. The problem is I have to order the book being they don’t carry it at any of its stores. The next problem is I need to have something to show my boss when he returns to work next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously what have I done? Ok I need to get back to beating my head up against my wall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-9164294649758498088?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/9164294649758498088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=9164294649758498088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/9164294649758498088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/9164294649758498088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/09/someone-must-really-hate-me.html' title='Someone must REALLY hate me!!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4363623892609620949</id><published>2008-09-14T20:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:01:03.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Internal Struggle</title><content type='html'>I am having such a huge struggle right at this moment. I am sitting in front of the computer doing research on things for work. Granted my job pays me well, however there is a part of me that is asking why the hell am I doing this on my day off? Maybe it is because I am stressing about the week to come &amp; I want to be sure to be one step of the other person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously someone needs to tell me to step away from the computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4363623892609620949?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4363623892609620949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4363623892609620949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4363623892609620949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4363623892609620949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/09/internal-struggle.html' title='Internal Struggle'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4068702077539460851</id><published>2008-09-10T14:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:50:08.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christy goes to the White House!</title><content type='html'>Why yes you did read that correctly. Yours truly was invited to hear the President speak on volunteering and how important it is to help others. Now yes I am not a Bush supporter, however I do believe in volunteering and how those who do volunteer should be patted on the back from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The White House offered all of us there water, lemonade &amp; cookies as we waited for Bush to come out to the South Lawn. It was SOOO hot. I even took of my shoes &amp; has to rub my feet in the grass. It can now say I was bare footed  in the South Lawn at the White House. How southern is that?!?! After he finished Michael W. Smith sang two songs. Then they offered us all a tour of the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only regret of the day was that I could not share it with Jonathan. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWQ1rhdkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G_5GcOYtskk/s1600-h/IMG_2862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWQ1rhdkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G_5GcOYtskk/s400/IMG_2862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466244616287810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWRen5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zF0Pcoldhbk/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWRen5ZlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/zF0Pcoldhbk/s400/IMG_2856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466255606933074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWRn4lLVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rr_GILPALxo/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWRn4lLVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/rr_GILPALxo/s400/IMG_2857.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244466258092830034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUDuGU01I/AAAAAAAAALw/AfgOtM_fV48/s1600-h/IMG_2861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUDuGU01I/AAAAAAAAALw/AfgOtM_fV48/s400/IMG_2861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244463820219667282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUECW_PyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L4JeCsoqUuI/s1600-h/IMG_2869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUECW_PyI/AAAAAAAAAL4/L4JeCsoqUuI/s400/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244463825658265378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUEdi-hqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F6DKTcyiWkA/s1600-h/IMG_2870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUEdi-hqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/F6DKTcyiWkA/s400/IMG_2870.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244463832956307106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUE38r4lI/AAAAAAAAAMI/scyGU8z49h4/s1600-h/IMG_2878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUE38r4lI/AAAAAAAAAMI/scyGU8z49h4/s400/IMG_2878.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244463840043459154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUFAhFP4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JlVV4-9fZSM/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgUFAhFP4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JlVV4-9fZSM/s400/IMG_2883.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244463842343600002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPwxua3PI/AAAAAAAAALI/6dl-E46qsM8/s1600-h/IMG_2885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPwxua3PI/AAAAAAAAALI/6dl-E46qsM8/s400/IMG_2885.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459096729115890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPxXkSXiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZVKAbfqa22s/s1600-h/IMG_2887.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPxXkSXiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/ZVKAbfqa22s/s400/IMG_2887.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459106887163426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPxv32PYI/AAAAAAAAALY/cjxxmYogMHQ/s1600-h/IMG_2893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPxv32PYI/AAAAAAAAALY/cjxxmYogMHQ/s400/IMG_2893.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459113411657090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPx6jTddI/AAAAAAAAALg/fi_rDIVyT7Y/s1600-h/IMG_2894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPx6jTddI/AAAAAAAAALg/fi_rDIVyT7Y/s400/IMG_2894.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459116278281682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPyAQpU5I/AAAAAAAAALo/XSXNNjytCYY/s1600-h/IMG_2952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgPyAQpU5I/AAAAAAAAALo/XSXNNjytCYY/s400/IMG_2952.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244459117810635666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from inside the White House looking out towards the South Lawn. In it you can see the Washington monument &amp; the Jefferson Memorial.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4068702077539460851?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4068702077539460851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4068702077539460851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4068702077539460851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4068702077539460851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/09/christy-goes-to-white-house.html' title='Christy goes to the White House!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SMgWQ1rhdkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/G_5GcOYtskk/s72-c/IMG_2862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4588183973639737776</id><published>2008-08-27T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:07:25.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes more Auburn...</title><content type='html'>I know Jonathan thought I was crazy the first few times I went up to strangers &amp; did just this with him there. When we went to Florida I gave him a AU hat to wear. While playing mini golf a little boy saw it, jumped up out of the blue &amp; told him "War Eagle". I even had a lady the other day in Walmart here in VA the do the same thing when she saw my AU shirt. Granted she didn't jump out of the blue, but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUwbzf6DHoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EUwbzf6DHoc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="349"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the same when Marines tell each other Semper Fi. It two words that show love, family, respect &amp; most of all pride!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4588183973639737776?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4588183973639737776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4588183973639737776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4588183973639737776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4588183973639737776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/08/yes-more-auburn.html' title='Yes more Auburn...'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5932793533117757581</id><published>2008-08-27T22:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:57:09.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auburn Trivia</title><content type='html'>Did you know that 18 Olympic medals were won by current or former Auburn athletes in Beijing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right we are SUPERSTARS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other useful information - THREE more days until kick off!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited that I can not stand it. So much, I know this is too much information, but it makes my nipples hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5932793533117757581?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5932793533117757581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5932793533117757581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5932793533117757581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5932793533117757581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/08/auburn-trivia.html' title='Auburn Trivia'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5963296262380218</id><published>2008-08-27T22:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T22:46:04.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a loser?</title><content type='html'>Are you a loser when at 10:30 at night you are watching you tube clips on Auburn football?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a loser when after you finish watching you tube clips on Auburn football, you start going to all the sites that sell Auburn gear drooling over on how you could spend an entire pay check on stuff you need by game day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yes I am a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the way I see it is...I rather be a loser than to be an Alabama fan.  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAR DAMN EAGLE!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5963296262380218?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5963296262380218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5963296262380218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5963296262380218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5963296262380218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-loser.html' title='Are you a loser?'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7917464675529230431</id><published>2008-08-20T22:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:56:35.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm fuzzies for the mind</title><content type='html'>I love to read. I rather read something to do with history, but I can still read a classic every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am planning on taking the Clep for American Lit. I have a pretty good idea who is who and what they wrote. I just wanted to refresh before the test. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought the book - Complete Idiot's Guide to American Literature. This book is the BOMB!! I love it. I keep reading the stories over and over. It has spark interest into books I never once ever cared about reading. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are crazy about American Lit. I HIGHLY recommend buying this book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to other things. I am back from my month long trip back home. Now I am in Richmond until the end of the week. Life has been CRAZY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is some recent news...I am quiting my job at the school. I know I am completely bummed out about leaving my kids &amp; teachers. It was an awesome job. However I was making nearly 30k less a year doing it. The school system was doing cut backs &amp; I was not to get a raise for another two years. I just could not stand for that. I am now going back to the defense contract world. That is right I am going to work for BAE here in VA. The great thing about it is I will be making more than I did at NG. I will also be working on a project with the Marines, matter of fact me &amp; Jonathan will be working together. You might want to stay turned for some future crazy stories with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have been in Richmond I have visited a couple of plantations. All I have to say is that I felt right at home. Being someone who is from the deep south can understand the beauty of old plantation. I will post some pics, info and links later once I am back at Quantico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to run. I am sitting in the dark, in a hotel room, listening to Jonathan snore. I need to be in bed next to him ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7917464675529230431?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7917464675529230431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7917464675529230431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7917464675529230431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7917464675529230431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/08/warm-fuzzies-for-mind.html' title='Warm fuzzies for the mind'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2785369022098322179</id><published>2008-06-25T15:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:05:06.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Christy Moment</title><content type='html'>So today I was doing some running around. While running in and out of stores I carried in my phone incase Jonathan called while he is doing duty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the post office I did something I NEVER do, I stopped and went through the mail while I was there. I sat my phone down &amp; LEFT IT. No biggie being I turned around as soon as I noticed I left it. During a time span of 2o minutes some one started to call everyone and anyone on my phone list. This includes people I have not spoke to in years. (Yes I know I need to clean my phone book out) My phone has been ringing off the hook since then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is I have caught of with people I have not spoken to in many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note the house in J'ville is ready to be placed on the market!!! It goes on the market July 1st. Keep your fingers crossed we sell quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2785369022098322179?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2785369022098322179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2785369022098322179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2785369022098322179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2785369022098322179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/06/another-christy-moment.html' title='Another Christy Moment'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1693649936535037969</id><published>2008-06-19T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:30.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All that has happened</title><content type='html'>Since the last time I post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters today was my last day of work. That is right, I am off until August 28th. I am so excited I am heading home the first part of July. I can not wait. I am looking forward to seeing family, friends and drinking some margaritas at the local beach bars. I am planning on turning into one of those beach people I could not stand when I lived down there. That is right I am leaving all my common sense and responsibility at the state line for a month. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The during the past we moved. Granted we only moved about 7 miles down the road. The good news is that it is a HOUSE. The bad news is Jonathan has left me at home to do all the unpacking. I think I am going to put everything he owns in places where he he will never look for it. It would some cheap entertainment for me to sit back and watch him look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today also marks Jonathan's 31st birthday. Happy Birthday Baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SFvGxMEUNZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nt4d6gPO6hU/s1600-h/birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SFvGxMEUNZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nt4d6gPO6hU/s400/birthday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213979541966697874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he was not here for his birthday I have planned on cooking him dinner tonight. I am going to grill steaks, scallops and some veggies. This will be the first time I grilled anything on this grill and that I have EVER cooked scallops so keep your fingers crossed that I don't mess anything up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1693649936535037969?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1693649936535037969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1693649936535037969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1693649936535037969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1693649936535037969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/06/all-that-has-happened.html' title='All that has happened'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SFvGxMEUNZI/AAAAAAAAAKY/nt4d6gPO6hU/s72-c/birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-460283631483922682</id><published>2008-04-24T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:38:14.778-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every once in a while you hear a quote and you are like did that person really just say that?? I am learning the best place to find these quotes are at work.  I work for the schools in one county in VA. My position houses me at the central office; however I go to all 30 something schools in our district to work with students. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep posting for everyone else to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A high school math teacher said “There’s math in science??”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-460283631483922682?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/460283631483922682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=460283631483922682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/460283631483922682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/460283631483922682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-once-in-while-you-hear-quote-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5643321169098535788</id><published>2008-04-17T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:32.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mason</title><content type='html'>I have been an horrible aunt. I have not posted any pictures of Mason since his birth. Here are some of his most recent &amp; my personal favorites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd_BwL-tQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lYEWjSkeFAs/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd_BwL-tQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lYEWjSkeFAs/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190256763659531522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd-7AL-tPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lQj_8-Y20NY/s1600-h/IMG_1431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd-7AL-tPI/AAAAAAAAAJw/lQj_8-Y20NY/s400/IMG_1431.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190256647695414514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd-1wL-tOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vCQgtaAkbGU/s1600-h/IMG_1430.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd-1wL-tOI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vCQgtaAkbGU/s400/IMG_1430.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190256557501101282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd-vgL-tNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y9UV45hsAq4/s1600-h/IMG_1422.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd-vgL-tNI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Y9UV45hsAq4/s400/IMG_1422.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190256450126918866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5643321169098535788?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5643321169098535788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5643321169098535788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5643321169098535788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5643321169098535788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/mason.html' title='Mason'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/SAd_BwL-tQI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/lYEWjSkeFAs/s72-c/IMG_1526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2038672890293904616</id><published>2008-04-17T12:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:42:46.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Giddy</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days where I woke up really in love with Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It that feeling like when you first meet someone and you are all giddy. That is how I feel today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact after being with him for several years I still get this tingle when I think of him. I truly believe that it is a sign that he is the one I should be with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2038672890293904616?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2038672890293904616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2038672890293904616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2038672890293904616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2038672890293904616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/giddy.html' title='Giddy'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2674499519228725328</id><published>2008-04-16T09:36:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T13:56:29.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty TV Pleasures</title><content type='html'>So I will admit that I love watching Rock of Love. I normally start watching about half way through the show. That is when all the fluff has been sent home and things start getting good. So last night my girlfriend in Florida and I kept calling each other while it was on discussing how we felt about the last two girls on the show. Both of our SO can’t stand that show and refuse to watch it with us. IT was such a great time. Neither of the guys was home so we could enjoy catching up with each and the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously felt like I was back in high school. Whenever I find Nika &amp; I doing little off the wall things like that it makes me realize it is the simple things in life that can bring me much joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2674499519228725328?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2674499519228725328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2674499519228725328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2674499519228725328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2674499519228725328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/guilty-tv-pleasures.html' title='Guilty TV Pleasures'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2347660418438403267</id><published>2008-04-15T20:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:41:27.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A needed smile</title><content type='html'>I saw this on  another person's blog &amp; had to steal it. The funny thing is that I watched this movie the other night &amp; thought to myself how I love that quote. When I saw it today I knew I had to share it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is from Sweet Home Alabama and had the following exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jake: [not recognizing Melanie in her sunglasses] Can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Carmichael: Well, for starters, you can get your stubborn ass down here and give me a divorce.&lt;br /&gt;Jake: You're shittin' me, right?&lt;br /&gt;Melanie Carmichael: I never fully understood that expression, but no, I am not "shitting" you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such a huge grin on my face reading that. When I watch that movie it is one of the only times were I want go back home to Alabama. (and maybe when I hear the song, but I will never admit to out loud.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2347660418438403267?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2347660418438403267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2347660418438403267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2347660418438403267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2347660418438403267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/needed-smile.html' title='A needed smile'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1047215847868455032</id><published>2008-04-15T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T13:15:10.023-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Ramble  : )</title><content type='html'>I thought it was about time for another one of my post where I just ramble on and on. You know on of those post where it on make sense to the one who wrote it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I was po beyond belief. The only positive thing about this I can see how I have matured through out the years. In the past I would have this “Well I will just show you and I don’t care how I do it or what the end result may be, just as long as I made MY point”. Granted at 32 realize that it is not always the best policy to have in life. All though I will not lie and say that there are not parts of me that still don’t think that way. It is now the point of know I can not act on those thoughts. Make sense? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you make those around you appreciate where you come from? Why does it all ways seem to be an up hill battle???? Then I think well I will just do this &amp; then let’s see how they will like that. Then I realize – ARGH, I can NOT make myself do that. Because that is not the person I evolved into. So in other words this GAME SUCKS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to that point where you want to throw up your hands and say I give up and just want to walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I know this is my issue. However it is other people’s issues that influence me and then it becomes my issue. That sounded like I am trying to place the blame somewhere else than on myself. The blame belongs to me. I allow it to eat away at me. I just need to learn how to let it go or eliminate the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to the other thing that is on my mind. After reading &amp; seeing the pictures of this person who is referred to as the “Tree Man” I feel seriously ill. Granted it could be from the vinegar and salt pork rinds that I had for lunch. I know that they don’t agree with me, but ever few years I see them and think to myself “maybe I should give them another try.” WRONG. Ok back to the original story.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I am reading this story &amp; I ask myself how does one keep moving on with their lives? I truly believe that these people have extremely special place in heaven. You know that their time here on earth might not seem to be like hell to them, although as an outsider looking in I think there are living in hell, have paid their dues thin this life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I am too emotional of a person &amp; need to stop wearing my feelings on my shoulders. I f there was a pill I could take to make me knot care as much I would by a lifetime supply at whatever the cost. I wonder what it is that makes some of us care more than others. I think it makes me a weaker person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any who, I need to get back to my day job &amp; stop venting. Incase you want to read the story about the tree man here is the link - http://thegrassyknollonline.com/2007/12/15/virus-turns-man-into-tree-saruman-nervous/  or you can go to this link - http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,351304,00.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1047215847868455032?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1047215847868455032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1047215847868455032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1047215847868455032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1047215847868455032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-ramble.html' title='Another Ramble  : )'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8065199097846805264</id><published>2008-04-10T15:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:32.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We are PARENTS!!!!</title><content type='html'>Yes you ready that right. I have waiting until I had some picture to post, but this will have to do. I am will try my best to get some of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan &amp; I bought her about a month ago. It was a HARD pill to swallow when it came time to give up my Altima, but I am starting to warm up to her. Granted when she warms up my butt with her heated seats when it is cold outside has been a great start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all new parents say this but….. She is perfect!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_5lCHTmCwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MwRQyilPcwo/s1600-h/07-s40-hero%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_5lCHTmCwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MwRQyilPcwo/s400/07-s40-hero%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187694907772766978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no clever name for her yet. If you remember we name the new macbook "Baby Won Ton Little Mac". Any ideas????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8065199097846805264?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8065199097846805264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8065199097846805264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8065199097846805264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8065199097846805264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/we-are-parents.html' title='We are PARENTS!!!!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_5lCHTmCwI/AAAAAAAAAJA/MwRQyilPcwo/s72-c/07-s40-hero%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1335281590458819856</id><published>2008-04-07T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T11:57:18.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud of my French hertiage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Paris Mayor Cancels Olympic Torch Relay After Pro-Tibetan Protests&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,347215,00.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROCK ON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1335281590458819856?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1335281590458819856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1335281590458819856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1335281590458819856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1335281590458819856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/proud-of-my-french-hertiage.html' title='Proud of my French hertiage'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8114163123527219017</id><published>2008-04-01T17:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T17:25:40.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>: S</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Political Profile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/politics.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall: 70% Conservative, 30% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Responsibility: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiscal Issues: 75% Conservative, 25% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethics: 25% Conservative, 75% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense and Crime: 100% Conservative, 0% Liberal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howliberalorconservativeareyouquiz/"&gt;How Liberal Or Conservative Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8114163123527219017?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8114163123527219017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8114163123527219017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8114163123527219017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8114163123527219017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/04/s.html' title=': S'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2371415434822409360</id><published>2008-03-31T12:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T12:52:28.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibet</title><content type='html'>Speaker Pelosi delivered the following remarks praising the leadership of His Holiness the Dalai Lama and calling for an end to the crackdown by the Chinese government in Tibet: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transcript of Remarks at Dharamsala Welcome Ceremony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 21, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you, Speaker Karma Choepel for your kind introduction and for inviting us to visit your wonderful community. We could never have dreamed of being here at such an important time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a special relationship between the United States and His Holiness the Dalai Lama. It is a relationship that began with a gold watch. As a boy, the Dalai Lama enjoyed science and mechanics. Knowing this, President Franklin Roosevelt gave the very young Dalai Lama a watch showing the phases of the moon and the days of the week. His Holiness still uses the watch today and it affirms our special relationship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Last October, the President of the United States presented the Congressional Gold Medal to His Holiness for his ‘many enduring and outstanding contributions to peace, non-violence, human rights and religious understanding.’ In recognizing his courage we also honor the courage of the Tibetan people, both inside and outside Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Today, this delegation from the United States Congress is here to shed the bright light of truth on what is happening in Tibet. In sanskrit the word non-violence means ‘truth insistence.’ Insistence on the truth is what this is all about. We insist that the world know the truth about what is happening in Tibet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“If freedom loving people throughout the world do not speak out against China's oppression in Tibet we have lost all moral authority to speak on human rights anywhere in the world. The cause of Tibet is a challenge to the conscience of the world. A challenge we can help meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When His Holiness the Dalai Lama extended an invitation to visit Dharamsala over 20 years ago little did I know I would be here today as Speaker of the House. Little did we know even a few weeks ago that we would be coming here at this critical time. Maybe it is our karma that we are here now to lend support to the Tibetan people. When we return home we will bring your message and try to meet the challenge to our conscience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a week later -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pelosi Statement on 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, March 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact:Brendan Daly/Nadeam Elshami, 202-226-7616&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington, D.C. - Speaker Nancy Pelosi released the following statement today on the 2008 Olympic Games in Beijing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Olympic Charter states that the Olympics should seek to foster 'respect for universal and fundamental ethical principles.' Sadly, the Chinese government has not lived up to its commitments to improve the human rights situation in China and Tibet. I believe the International Olympic Committee made a mistake in awarding the 2008 Summer games to China, and I sponsored a Congressional resolution expressing that view at the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“However, I believe a boycott of the Beijing Olympics would unfairly harm our athletes who have worked so hard to prepare for the competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Olympics should provide for more opportunity for free expression, not less. When the Olympic torch passes through San Francisco next month, I support the rights of individuals and groups to make their views known about the actions of the Chinese government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As I said in India last week where I met with His Holiness the Dalai Lama, if freedom-loving people throughout the world do not speak out against China's oppression in Tibet, we have lost our moral authority to speak out on behalf of human rights anywhere in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good point Nancy - It would be unfair to our athletes not let them take part of the Olympics in Beijing. So what if it unfair for so many people to have their human rights abused...as long as the athletes are not treated unfairly. I know you have said that people have the right to make their opinions known as the torch travels through the US. However don't we make a louder statement by not being there?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2371415434822409360?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2371415434822409360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2371415434822409360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2371415434822409360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2371415434822409360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/03/tibet.html' title='Tibet'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-197572686238191776</id><published>2008-03-31T09:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:33.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What doesn't kill you,</title><content type='html'>Will only make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whoever came up with this quote ever remodel a house several hundred miles away and dealt with a bunch of redneck contractors. The only big problem Jonathan &amp; I have right now is our little home project. Our relationship is no where in trouble over it. I guess you can say it is a just a huge pain in the butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share some pictures of our "little" headache. I will post more once it is completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_Dk0XqQFLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GRjzHLsiqq4/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,4421.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_Dk0XqQFLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GRjzHLsiqq4/s320/of%3D50,590,4421.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183894759459001522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_Dkn3qQFKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E5rlvPuiRP8/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_Dkn3qQFKI/AAAAAAAAAIs/E5rlvPuiRP8/s320/of%3D50,590,446.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183894544710636706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DkgnqQFJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CNNFp7ZCg6A/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,445.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DkgnqQFJI/AAAAAAAAAIk/CNNFp7ZCg6A/s320/of%3D50,590,445.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183894420156585106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DkaXqQFII/AAAAAAAAAIc/axl9psVN4xo/s1600-h/of%3D50,332,444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DkaXqQFII/AAAAAAAAAIc/axl9psVN4xo/s320/of%3D50,332,444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183894312782402690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DjmHqQFGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/E8Do7dk5_bI/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,449.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DjmHqQFGI/AAAAAAAAAIM/E8Do7dk5_bI/s320/of%3D50,590,449.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183893415134237794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DjiHqQFFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gMrIVNTniG0/s1600-h/of%3D50,590,4427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_DjiHqQFFI/AAAAAAAAAIE/gMrIVNTniG0/s320/of%3D50,590,4427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183893346414761042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-197572686238191776?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/197572686238191776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=197572686238191776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/197572686238191776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/197572686238191776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-doesnt-kill-you.html' title='What doesn&apos;t kill you,'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R_Dk0XqQFLI/AAAAAAAAAI0/GRjzHLsiqq4/s72-c/of%3D50,590,4421.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7913118076974138977</id><published>2008-03-06T12:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T12:30:31.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was rich ....</title><content type='html'>Why I wish I was rich beyond my wildest dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a teacher in our school system you just had a baby about tow months ago. She has a two year old who passes away this week. Everyone we work with is willing to give up sick days for her to take off as much time as she needs to grieve. We have a sick day bank so people can request the extra time if needed. She more than qualifies for pulling from the bank. But there is a catch – you have to take TWENTY, that is right 2-0, days of unpaid leave before you are allow to use the bank. If someone took that much time off without pay they could be screwed. I gave up my day to the bank, so I think I have a say who and how soon someone can have access to it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To combat this screwed up system someone came up with taking up donations for the family. This is when if I was rich I would just pay her out right her salary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see the news about the freshman at Auburn who was killed. I would offer a huge reward to help catch her killer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer that money can not buy happiness. But it can bring a little hope to the lives of others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly I would be broke very quickly and helping others would come to an end. I guess if you helped just one, it would better than not helping at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7913118076974138977?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7913118076974138977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7913118076974138977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7913118076974138977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7913118076974138977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-i-was-rich.html' title='If I was rich ....'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8027285310488479928</id><published>2008-03-04T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:39:40.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night I called my grandmother. I think she had finally given up on living. I could hear it in her voice that all her spunk was gone. I am finding that this is a hard thing for me to accept. I told her I knew she wasn’t feeling well and I would call her later this week to check up on her. I was concerned, but I really was hoping that this was something that was going to pass over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I called my dad to chit chat. I told him I had spoken to my grandmother and she didn’t sound right. He then told in a round about way he thinks it is only going to go down hill from here. He explained to me that she has an appointment tomorrow to change he will and to go to the funeral home. He told me that she has really aged since I last saw her and I will not even believe it is her when I see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lost for words. I know I that it is extremely selfish for me to want her to live forever just so I can have her in my life. I don’t want to experience the best things in my life I can not share it with her. I am now counting the days until I can go home and be with her. I am not expecting her to die tomorrow, but I just don’t things to progress to the point something happens before I can get home to her one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8027285310488479928?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8027285310488479928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8027285310488479928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8027285310488479928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8027285310488479928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/03/last-night-i-called-my-grandmother.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6324511572211677583</id><published>2008-02-29T13:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T13:47:03.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The quote of the day.</title><content type='html'>This morning I visting in a kindergarten class. They were having circle time. During this time the teacher allows the children tell how they are feeling, say the day of the week, month and date. Each child has a turn to do the exact same thing. While one boy was taking his turn another boy interrupted him. This little boy then turned to him and calmly stated, " You are not respecting my learning time".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing this just made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6324511572211677583?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6324511572211677583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6324511572211677583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6324511572211677583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6324511572211677583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/02/quote-of-day.html' title='The quote of the day.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1061571099966358913</id><published>2008-02-26T17:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T17:39:19.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Save the turtles or AU</title><content type='html'>So Jonathan &amp; I are talking about purchasing a new baby (car). That means I will have to give up my awesome Florida, Save the Turtles tag. I know he is bursting in the inside the thought of no longer having to drive my car with that tag. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I need to plan for my new Virginia tag. While I was on the dmv site I noticed they have AUBURN tags!!! That is right, I am going to be sporting a new AU tag. Granted to have Jonathan to agree to this I had to agree not to have it personalized. I was going to have AUBRN put on it. But I can meet him half way. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I am seriously thinking of giving up my car. She has been so awesome to me. I feel guilty that I am giving her up when I really don't need a new car. I have a feeling that I will have tears when I leave her at the dealership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say to whoever might have her next - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take good care of my baby. We have seen many trips together and have experienced many bumps. She will treat you right, just be sure to rub her dashboard and tell her that you love her &amp; she is doing a great job!  She will always be my first no payment car and no other car can ever take that away from her.   : (&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1061571099966358913?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1061571099966358913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1061571099966358913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1061571099966358913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1061571099966358913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/02/save-turtles-or-au.html' title='Save the turtles or AU'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4355140140886245571</id><published>2008-02-25T14:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T14:13:08.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A great weekend</title><content type='html'>Here is my attempt at keeping my word and blogging more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan just returned from Dugway, Utah. He was gone for about two weeks. Right before he left life was just crazy. With me just starting back to school, returning to work, having company and him getting ready to leave we were pulling out our hair. We weren’t spending much time with each other and when we did it was not our normal quality time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned last Wend. and life has been great since then. Friday I was off due to the schools being closed for bad weather. I made us dinner and we had a quite evening at home with bottle of wine &amp; an early bedtime. Saturday he took me to DC to shop REI.It is a really awesome outdoor type of store. After that we went to Borders for a while until we were ready to eat. He then took me La Madeline's for a late lunch. I had their tomato – basil soup with a cesar salad. It was wonderful. It was an overcast day with cozy food and fabulous company. On our way back home we stopped by Ikea. I was shocked that Jonathan actually liked some of their things. So much so we bought a couple of things. Later that night we went over to Jenn &amp; Jason’s for couple’s game night. It might seem really lame, but we had a good time. There were a total of 5 couples. We were there until about 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we work up early &amp; Jonathan took me out for breakfast at Jimmy the Greek. Their dinner is much better than breakfast. Afterwards we ran a few errands and then test drove cars rest of the afternoon. We then spent a quite evening at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I was in heaven being I had all of his attention this weekend as well he had mine. He will be leaving again this weekend for three weeks. I am hoping I was able to store some that time with him so I can make it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4355140140886245571?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4355140140886245571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4355140140886245571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4355140140886245571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4355140140886245571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/02/great-weekend.html' title='A great weekend'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5220646768792264022</id><published>2008-02-21T09:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:32:25.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My job.</title><content type='html'>I guess it is time for me to update my blog about my new job. I work in the Assisted Technology Department for school board. Everyone has asked what does that mean or what exactly is it you do. This is best way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wikipedia explains that assistive technology is a generic term that includes assistive, adaptive, and rehabilitative devices and the process used in selecting, locating, and using them. AT promotes greater independence for people with disabilities by enabling them to perform tasks that they were formerly unable to accomplish, or had great difficulty accomplishing, by providing enhancements to or changed methods of interacting with the technology needed to accomplish such tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work along with the coordinator to help determine the best technology to help them succeed in a school environment to the best of their capabilities. These children range from just simple learning disabilities to autistic children to children with cerebral palsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my job. I don’t get paid jack, but I love seeing these kids smile when they finally feel that they have a voice in their life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There other perks to my job. I have a teacher schedule. That way I am off during the summer while Jonny is out here visiting us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5220646768792264022?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5220646768792264022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5220646768792264022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5220646768792264022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5220646768792264022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-job.html' title='My job.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-581728475490421935</id><published>2008-02-20T12:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:42:31.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>I am sitting here at work talking to my boss about Sebastian. I pulled up my blog to show her pictures of my awesome dog. I started to read past blogs and realized how much I miss blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to make a promise to try to be better &amp;amp; blog more often. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-581728475490421935?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/581728475490421935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=581728475490421935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/581728475490421935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/581728475490421935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/02/memory-lane.html' title='Memory Lane'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6209539599963375643</id><published>2008-01-22T19:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T19:38:08.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Girl - That's me!</title><content type='html'>Why yes you did read that correctly...I am once again a taxpayer!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started my new job at the school board today. I think I am going to love it. The pay sucks, but the benefits make up for the lack of money. I will fill you all more about what it is I do later on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6209539599963375643?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6209539599963375643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6209539599963375643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6209539599963375643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6209539599963375643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/01/working-girl-thats-me.html' title='Working Girl - That&apos;s me!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4298588361555252339</id><published>2008-01-11T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:34.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing the Night Away.</title><content type='html'>This is a picture worth a million words. I remember the first time Jonathan &amp; I danced. It was a slow dance at the first ball I ever attended. He only danced with me once. Now when ever we have a chance to dance he is dragging me out to the floor to share that moment with me. This image is from Tiff &amp; Vic's wedding. I have ordered a print of it to keep forever &amp; a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eQy72attI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NpzYsFdJ9lw/s1600-h/PIS.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eQy72attI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NpzYsFdJ9lw/s400/PIS.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154247503282616018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4298588361555252339?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4298588361555252339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4298588361555252339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4298588361555252339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4298588361555252339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/01/dancing-night-away.html' title='Dancing the Night Away.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eQy72attI/AAAAAAAAAH0/NpzYsFdJ9lw/s72-c/PIS.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7190541543622865525</id><published>2008-01-11T10:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:34.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Toys for Tots</title><content type='html'>Here are some pic from Toys for Tots. It is a lot of work, especially for the Marines working it. However we all were able to find time to have fun &amp; enjoy ourselves!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLFr2atqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J0YeG24uE6k/s1600-h/Our+entertainment+for+the+day,+Buffy,+Christy+and+Angelic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLFr2atqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J0YeG24uE6k/s320/Our+entertainment+for+the+day,+Buffy,+Christy+and+Angelic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154241228335396514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLGb2atrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OQo6eLNbwNg/s1600-h/Beckman,+Buffy+and+Christy+bringing+a+little+cheer+to+the+warehouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLGb2atrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/OQo6eLNbwNg/s320/Beckman,+Buffy+and+Christy+bringing+a+little+cheer+to+the+warehouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154241241220298418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLGr2atsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BgjS9KrwcjY/s1600-h/Christy+enjoying+a+few+free+moments.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLGr2atsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/BgjS9KrwcjY/s320/Christy+enjoying+a+few+free+moments.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154241245515265730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7190541543622865525?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7190541543622865525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7190541543622865525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7190541543622865525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7190541543622865525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2008/01/toys-for-tots.html' title='Toys for Tots'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R4eLFr2atqI/AAAAAAAAAHc/J0YeG24uE6k/s72-c/Our+entertainment+for+the+day,+Buffy,+Christy+and+Angelic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7883468230543144760</id><published>2007-12-19T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:19:11.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a great week so far...</title><content type='html'>I have been helping with Toys For Tots this year. Matter of fact it is 11pm and I am still here at the warehouse working. I am planning on posting some pictures &amp; telling more about all the fun I have had. It has been worth the 14 hour days to see the kids smiling when they get their toys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7883468230543144760?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7883468230543144760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7883468230543144760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7883468230543144760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7883468230543144760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-great-week-so-far.html' title='What a great week so far...'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7879169244462999179</id><published>2007-12-07T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:34.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>La Madeleine</title><content type='html'>Today the weather is rather gloomy. It is overcast, drizzling and cold. In other words it is a good day to cuddle up &amp; just stay warm or go to La Madeleine and have a bowl of their tomato-basil soup. YUMMY!! I love that place! It is just so cozy. The only thing is it is about 15 to 20 miles from where we live. Now I have no problem just hopping in to the car &amp; making the drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to get stuck in traffic! I-95 is a nightmare. Then factor in the weather and it being Friday, it could easily take over an hour to come back home. Maybe we will go one weekend when the weather is the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1mO1V89JKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QspfdZ6dl9A/s1600-h/our_story_interior.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1mO1V89JKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QspfdZ6dl9A/s320/our_story_interior.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141297496697152674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't that just look so cozy &amp; warm!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7879169244462999179?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7879169244462999179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7879169244462999179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7879169244462999179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7879169244462999179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-madeleine.html' title='La Madeleine'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1mO1V89JKI/AAAAAAAAAG8/QspfdZ6dl9A/s72-c/our_story_interior.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8017056307312165128</id><published>2007-12-07T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T11:51:39.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Neighbors Suck</title><content type='html'>Long story short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure I posted several months ago about us having to sue our builder. The house we were building was no where close to being complete once we moved back from Hawaii. It did not even have the drywall up. We ended up renting a apartment until we could figure out what we were going to do with the house. Since we were trying to get our money back from the builder I think he had already signed another 6 month lease being everything was up in the air. We ended up winning and having all the deposit returned to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the housing market coming down, it is still really high up here. We both hate apartment living and really don't want to rent anything. I hate the idea of paying for someone else property. So we have agreed to move on to base housing after we get married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is if I do not get put in jail before then. My neighbor's are horrible!!!! It was so bad a few weeks ago I had stressed myself out so bad I was just depressed about everything. I really try to be understanding. Like if you are watching an action movie the volume cranked up. Every once in awhile I can deal with it. But when you are playing 80's metal all morning long I want to beat my head against the wall. All I want to do is watch my morning news with out Brett Michael screaming talk dirty to me. Is that to much to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now thinking of buying the nastiest porn movie there is. You know the kind that all they do is scream and explain in loud detail where and how they want it? Put it on, crank it up &amp; leave. Sound like a good time huh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that idea ranks up with the next time the Mormon's come my door - answering with just my underwear on holding a vibrator asking if they are my next customers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evil I know, pure evil. Your just jealous I thought of it first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8017056307312165128?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8017056307312165128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8017056307312165128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8017056307312165128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8017056307312165128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-neighbors-suck.html' title='Our Neighbors Suck'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7466275794228100655</id><published>2007-12-05T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T23:45:01.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Q&amp;A with Christy</title><content type='html'>Question:&lt;br /&gt;How does one go about getting drunk at a "professional" dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer: &lt;br /&gt;Just ask a Marine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you....I am here all week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7466275794228100655?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7466275794228100655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7466275794228100655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7466275794228100655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7466275794228100655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/q-with-christy.html' title='Q&amp;A with Christy'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4207800941448923031</id><published>2007-12-05T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:35.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow of the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuhF89JFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0OG0_7M2IXA/s1600-h/IMG_1472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuhF89JFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0OG0_7M2IXA/s320/IMG_1472.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140628645735113810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuhl89JGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5KdgKyo2pKY/s1600-h/IMG_1459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuhl89JGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/5KdgKyo2pKY/s320/IMG_1459.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140628654325048418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuiF89JHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XFRYgkArMak/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuiF89JHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/XFRYgkArMak/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140628662914983026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuil89JII/AAAAAAAAAGU/9sg4Cpqjd1o/s1600-h/IMG_1464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuil89JII/AAAAAAAAAGU/9sg4Cpqjd1o/s320/IMG_1464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140628671504917634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cujV89JJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZwxHUeA1kVU/s1600-h/IMG_1466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cujV89JJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/ZwxHUeA1kVU/s320/IMG_1466.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140628684389819538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4207800941448923031?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4207800941448923031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4207800941448923031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4207800941448923031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4207800941448923031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-snow-of-season.html' title='First Snow of the Season'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cuhF89JFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/0OG0_7M2IXA/s72-c/IMG_1472.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5782488144407035163</id><published>2007-12-05T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:35.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hard Day's Night</title><content type='html'>After a long day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cqtl89JEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dhbJ61EcsaE/s1600-h/IMG_1298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cqtl89JEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dhbJ61EcsaE/s320/IMG_1298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140624462436967490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5782488144407035163?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5782488144407035163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5782488144407035163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5782488144407035163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5782488144407035163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/hard-days-night.html' title='A Hard Day&apos;s Night'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1cqtl89JEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dhbJ61EcsaE/s72-c/IMG_1298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1636249947853538345</id><published>2007-12-05T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:36.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our First Fall</title><content type='html'>This was mine &amp; Jonathan's first "real" fall. The past several years we were either living in Florida or Hawaii and as you may guess we don't see leaves changing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pics from Virginia.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUyF89JAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZEhOBXk3GVw/s1600-h/IMG_1337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUyF89JAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZEhOBXk3GVw/s320/IMG_1337.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140529981746390018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUzF89JBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXREeCqyQXk/s1600-h/IMG_1338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUzF89JBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pXREeCqyQXk/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140529998926259218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUz189JCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fc_UMyJ9bUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1339.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUz189JCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/fc_UMyJ9bUQ/s320/IMG_1339.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140530011811161122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bU0F89JDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o1xi_w6iEhg/s1600-h/IMG_1340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bU0F89JDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/o1xi_w6iEhg/s320/IMG_1340.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140530016106128434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1636249947853538345?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1636249947853538345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1636249947853538345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1636249947853538345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1636249947853538345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/12/our-first-fall.html' title='Our First Fall'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/R1bUyF89JAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ZEhOBXk3GVw/s72-c/IMG_1337.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6423593677143033458</id><published>2007-11-29T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T22:21:50.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>So after watching the trailer to this movie on apple I have came to the conclusion that I can NOT ever watch this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am crying from just watching the damn trailer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN those movie people! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should not be this way. I know that this is an unhealthy way to be, but I could not handle life if something happened to Jonathan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a big girl &amp; can make it on my own. He just makes my life whole. I could not imagine loving someone like I love him. I don't ever want to love anybody but him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are a writer and come across my blog take my advice - STOP making these types of movies. Please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6423593677143033458?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6423593677143033458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6423593677143033458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6423593677143033458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6423593677143033458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/11/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8740222351097438241</id><published>2007-11-01T02:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:18:22.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Night of the Living Republicans</title><content type='html'>I love how my sweet Sebastian saves me from those nasty, mean republicans.  lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' data='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/47296711626085c4' quality='high' height='429' width='435' id='W47296711626085c4'&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/47296711626085c4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='scaleMode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.jibjab.com/starring_you'&gt;&lt;font size='4'&gt;Star in Your Own JibJab! It's Free!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8740222351097438241?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8740222351097438241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8740222351097438241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8740222351097438241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8740222351097438241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/10/night-of-living-republicans.html' title='Night of the Living Republicans'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-280185194704044</id><published>2007-11-01T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:09:06.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE SLEEP!</title><content type='html'>I can't go to bed anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words I am not sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of all is this is that Jonathan is in our bed without me. I am worried that I go in there I will just toss and turn and just end up keeping him up. Then I stress out more about it and then I have no chance of going to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss going to bed with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-280185194704044?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/280185194704044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=280185194704044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/280185194704044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/280185194704044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-more-sleep.html' title='NO MORE SLEEP!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5600523141649030107</id><published>2007-10-31T22:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T02:09:51.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake your groove thang!</title><content type='html'>Enjoy while you can. I am pretty sure when Jonathan sees this I will have to take it down.  : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object wmode='transparent' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' data='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/472935cd389ecb44' quality='high' height='429' width='435' id='W472935cd389ecb44'&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;param value='http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/46a8f95380ba919f/472935cd389ecb44' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='scaleMode'/&gt;&lt;param value='all' name='allowNetworking'/&gt;&lt;param value='always' name='allowScriptAccess'/&gt;&lt;param value='' name='flashvars'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.jibjab.com/starring_you'&gt;&lt;font size='4'&gt;Star in Your Own JibJab! It's Free!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5600523141649030107?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5600523141649030107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5600523141649030107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5600523141649030107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5600523141649030107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/10/shake-your-groove-thang.html' title='Shake your groove thang!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3921621869101517457</id><published>2007-10-31T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T21:44:02.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween or Christmas?</title><content type='html'>I just saw my first Christmas commercial...on Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a too little weird and early for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3921621869101517457?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3921621869101517457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3921621869101517457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3921621869101517457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3921621869101517457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween-or-christmas.html' title='Happy Halloween or Christmas?'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2740458104197572731</id><published>2007-10-25T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T21:32:44.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight is the night</title><content type='html'>My little sister, Amanda, is schedule to go to the hospital to be induced. That is right…INDUCED. Hopefully this time tomorrow Jonathan &amp; I will be an Aunt &amp; Uncle. As you can tell I am very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting here surfing the net looking at all these amazing thing I want to buy my new nephew. Then I realize Jonathan &amp; I will never be able to afford to have a baby. I would keep us in the poor house buying baby stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am asking all of those talented people out there that make the cute little baby stuff to please stop! Your are going to break the bank!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2740458104197572731?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2740458104197572731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2740458104197572731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2740458104197572731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2740458104197572731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/10/tonight-is-night.html' title='Tonight is the night'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3198248789882410722</id><published>2007-10-16T16:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T17:04:44.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The mucus plug</title><content type='html'>Yeah I already know. That just sounds sick. I could have gone my entire life without know what the hell this thing is,  what it looks like &amp; the fact my sister has lost her "plug" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just picture a huge snot coming from the land from down under. Why could there not be a more proper term for this thing? It makes me sick to just ponder about it, it makes me not want to have kids because I NEVER want to see mine much less announce to the world I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure if you have been through all 9 months carrying another human inside you then something this small is not that gross to you. However to us that has not been through this, please help me come up with a better term.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3198248789882410722?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3198248789882410722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3198248789882410722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3198248789882410722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3198248789882410722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/10/mucus-plug.html' title='The mucus plug'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1028383340857558403</id><published>2007-09-22T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T00:03:10.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 am back home</title><content type='html'>I just checked into our room and it is 12am back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan's flight was delayed so he is about 4 hours behind me. Can't wait to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will write more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1028383340857558403?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1028383340857558403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1028383340857558403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1028383340857558403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1028383340857558403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/12-am-back-home.html' title='12 am back home'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6758965288981479448</id><published>2007-09-21T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T06:42:21.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha</title><content type='html'>My morning started at 3 this morning. Three and half hours later I am now sitting at Reagan National preparing for an entire day of flying. I had my self so worked up last night about my trip that I didn't go to bed until 1. Then the cab ride over here made me sick. Sitting in the back of some cars just makes me sick...including the cab from this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOWEVER, the good news in about 14 hours I will be back in Hawaii meeting Jonathan once again for several days of fun, fun and more FUN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THings to do this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan wants to go deep sea fishing&lt;br /&gt;Bellows&lt;br /&gt;Walk downtown at night - sounds silly, but it is really so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;Catch the fireworks at the Hilton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all just enjoy each while we are there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will post pictures as soon as I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6758965288981479448?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6758965288981479448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6758965288981479448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6758965288981479448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6758965288981479448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/aloha.html' title='Aloha'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2654733035796008429</id><published>2007-09-20T08:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:36:28.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is offical</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my hair done &amp; I now have darker hair. It is the first time in my life it has been this dark. I am still too shocked to know if I like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to better news - I just checked in for my flight for Hawaii!!!! Less than 24 hours I will be back in Hawaii meeting the man that I adore one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2654733035796008429?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2654733035796008429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2654733035796008429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2654733035796008429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2654733035796008429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-offical_20.html' title='It is offical'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-275191739233653636</id><published>2007-09-20T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:36:06.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It is offical</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I had my hair done &amp; I now have darker hair. It is the first time in my life it has been this dark. I am still too shocked to know if I like it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on to better news - I just checked in for my flight for Hawaii!!!! Less than 24 hours I will be back in Hawaii meeting the man that I adore one more time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-275191739233653636?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/275191739233653636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=275191739233653636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/275191739233653636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/275191739233653636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-is-offical.html' title='It is offical'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-15543598886600477</id><published>2007-09-19T13:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T16:46:44.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Susan</title><content type='html'>You are a truly sad soul. I hope that you redirect your energy that you are using by lashing out at me &amp; find something constructive do to with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate that you feel that you were burned by a man, a man who is a friend of mine. However that is life and we learn from our mistakes. Hopefully you will able to realize one day what a valuable lesson you learned from your experience from the trail and Blu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure that this post will get back to you. All I ask is that you please stop posting on MY blog and deal with your issues with Blu somewhere else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-15543598886600477?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/15543598886600477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=15543598886600477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/15543598886600477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/15543598886600477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/susan.html' title='Susan'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8150389714121598772</id><published>2007-09-16T18:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:50:45.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CONGRATS to KEVIN!!</title><content type='html'>Kevin &amp; Kristina are going to have a baby!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sooo thrilled for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8150389714121598772?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8150389714121598772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8150389714121598772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8150389714121598772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8150389714121598772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/congrats-to-kevin.html' title='CONGRATS to KEVIN!!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6914549115940266458</id><published>2007-09-16T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T18:44:07.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post to Susan</title><content type='html'>I feel that your post was extremely tacky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you had to do is ask for me to pass a message to him that you needed the maps, however you felt that you needed to personally attack him on my blog. This is what your post should have read -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to delete this comment after you read it.&lt;br /&gt;I have hiked a portion of the Appalachian Trail and recently met Blu, the person you mention on your site.&lt;br /&gt;I'm frustrated in my attempts to reach him and have performed a quick google search for him. Your site was listed.&lt;br /&gt;When you speak to him again, if you could tell him to please send Susan her maps, I'd appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of people who read this blog that are also good friends of Blu &amp; will agree with me when I say he is a wonderful person with a good heart. Unless you can back your claims about him I would advise you to not make the comments you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you personally attack me for having a friendship with him and supporting him. It seems you are no better than the person you attacking on my site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please do not post on MY blog again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Christy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6914549115940266458?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6914549115940266458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6914549115940266458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6914549115940266458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6914549115940266458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/post-to-susan.html' title='Post to Susan'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2986029644547128726</id><published>2007-09-01T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T15:08:28.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Auburn Football starts TODAY!!</title><content type='html'>So what if we are playing Kansas....it is still football!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PIXcklvXKjA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/09/auburn-football-starts-today.html' title='Auburn Football starts TODAY!!'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-312092122665503853</id><published>2007-08-28T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T07:36:39.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of summer</title><content type='html'>This morning I watched as Jonathan drove off taking Jonny to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized the summer had came to an end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say that this has been the best summer of my adult life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-312092122665503853?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/312092122665503853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=312092122665503853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/312092122665503853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/312092122665503853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of summer'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2898494007854948332</id><published>2007-08-27T14:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:38.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time, no post.</title><content type='html'>I know have been horrible at posting this summer. I am a bad, bad girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had Jonny out here the entire summer and all my time has been centered around him. We have had such a wonderful time with him. It is really hard to let him go back home. He will be flying back o the west coast with his mother tomorrow morning. I think the hardest part of letting him go is not knowing when we will see him again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pictures from his visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfW8lgO6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KYK7oKaTEzE/s1600-h/IMG_0164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfW8lgO6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KYK7oKaTEzE/s200/IMG_0164.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457281821916066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfXslgO7I/AAAAAAAAADY/rUmSUyBrmEA/s1600-h/IMG_0477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfXslgO7I/AAAAAAAAADY/rUmSUyBrmEA/s200/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457294706817970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfX8lgO8I/AAAAAAAAADg/wRRHLh9HAq4/s1600-h/IMG_0504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfX8lgO8I/AAAAAAAAADg/wRRHLh9HAq4/s200/IMG_0504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457299001785282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfYclgO9I/AAAAAAAAADo/u0-TIC9krck/s1600-h/IMG_3263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfYclgO9I/AAAAAAAAADo/u0-TIC9krck/s200/IMG_3263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103457307591719890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2898494007854948332?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2898494007854948332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2898494007854948332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2898494007854948332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2898494007854948332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long time, no post.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RtMfW8lgO6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/KYK7oKaTEzE/s72-c/IMG_0164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5803010389505509818</id><published>2007-08-02T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T12:57:27.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blu Update</title><content type='html'>I spoke to Blu a couple of times yesterday. For all of you who read the blog &amp; know him will be glad to hear that he is doing great. He has only 600 miles left on the trail. He treated himself to a hotel room, he had to conduct some personal business, and was acting like he is a king. He has managed to lose over 25 pounds while out on the trail. I guess when you are hiking an average of 20 miles a day you are going to lose some weight. He has taken a ton of pictures. As soon as he shares some and tell me that is is okay to post them, I will share them with everyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again here is his blog - http://www.thetrailhike.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave comments if you like. I am sure he will enjoy reading them. Just remember it takes him a while to get from one place to another that has internet cafes to post/check his blog. If I hear of anothing new I will keep all updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blu if you read this know that we are so proud of you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5803010389505509818?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5803010389505509818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5803010389505509818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5803010389505509818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5803010389505509818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/08/blu-update.html' title='Blu Update'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1112560349469238108</id><published>2007-07-26T23:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:52:42.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now my English grade</title><content type='html'>I know most of you who read my blog know my writing skills are not the best. Granted I do not put much into my writing when blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news though is that I made an 88.5 this semester in English! Why yes, I really am a superstar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to email my intructor and let her know she did leave one thing off and if it is too late to go back and double check that grade. It is just so close to an A that I know I would regret just not asking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1112560349469238108?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1112560349469238108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1112560349469238108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1112560349469238108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1112560349469238108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/now-my-english-grade.html' title='Now my English grade'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2151347844237976176</id><published>2007-07-25T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T10:42:09.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early B'day Gift Part 2</title><content type='html'>So I went to get in my car on Monday &amp; right a way noticed my stereo look strange. Jonathan took my car with him to work that day without me knowing. Then he left early and went to Best Buy to have some speakers and a new stereo hooked up. All I asked for my birthday was for him to replace my front driver speaker. Needless to say he went above and beyond that request. The cool think is that my stereo can hook up to my iPod and play all my songs!! I am such a superstar now. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2151347844237976176?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2151347844237976176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2151347844237976176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2151347844237976176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2151347844237976176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/early-bday-gift-part-2.html' title='Early B&apos;day Gift Part 2'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-2409514452055397161</id><published>2007-07-23T09:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:53:53.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Early B'day Gift</title><content type='html'>While I am taking my last math test last night Jonathan took Jonny into town so the house would be quite. He really went out shopping for my birthday. Jonathan would give me all my gifts as soon as he bought them if I would let him. I am the kind of girl who only wants hints until the big day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night him and Jonny gave me a early birthday gift. It was a iPod Nano. It was a huge surprise needless to say. I am even listening to it as I type this post. Granted I only have one ear bud in so I can hear Jonny if he starts talking to me. I feel like I should be on a McDonalds commerical because all I can say about it is, "I'm loving it!" He even made sure it he bought a silver one to match baby wonton little mac. He is such a great apple owner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-2409514452055397161?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/2409514452055397161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=2409514452055397161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2409514452055397161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/2409514452055397161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/early-bday-gift.html' title='Early B&apos;day Gift'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5687536283929279279</id><published>2007-07-23T09:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T09:13:54.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Math</title><content type='html'>I paased my math class!!!! I am so excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only did I pass it, I made a B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we say superstar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to write my last essay in English and I am done with school for the summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Happy Joy Joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5687536283929279279?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5687536283929279279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5687536283929279279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5687536283929279279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5687536283929279279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/math.html' title='Math'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1762649282010941002</id><published>2007-07-10T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T23:17:00.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Immigration Laws in VA</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Belowthebeltway Blog. Today the first part was past &amp; will be impose in 60 days. They said they expect that the part concerning county schools and agencies will pass at the next meeting.  We will all have to wait and see if it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today’s Washington Post is reporting that the Prince William County Board of Supervisors is about to vote on a proposal that would put the county at the forefront of the immigration debate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince William County is moving to enact what legal specialists say are some of the toughest measures in the nation targeting illegal immigrants, including a provision that would direct police to check the residency status of anyone detained for breaking the law — whether shoplifting, speeding or riding a bicycle without a helmet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The measures would also compel county schools and agencies — including libraries, medical clinics, swimming pools and summer camps — to verify the immigration status of anyone who wants to use services in Virginia’s second-largest county. Courts have upheld the right of undocumented immigrants to a public education, raising the possibility of a legal challenge.&lt;br /&gt;Although similar efforts to create inhospitable conditions for illegal immigrants have been attempted recently in Hazleton, Pa., Farmers Branch, Tex., and Valley Park, Mo., the Prince William resolution appears to be unique, specialists say. And with federal immigration reform stalled in Congress, officials across the country are increasingly likely to experiment with restrictions that test legal boundaries and push for a greater role for local police in immigration enforcement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Virginia towns such as Manassas, Herndon and Culpeper have considered or adopted laws aimed at illegal immigrants, but none have been as extensive as the Prince William proposals. The county Board of Supervisors blames illegal immigrants for crime, spiraling school costs, overcrowded housing and cultural behaviors that they say undermine their constituents’ quality of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the proposal will probably be popular with the electorate, in at least one respect it may stand on uncertain legal ground:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The URI to TrackBack this entry is: http://belowthebeltway.com/2007/07/06/prince-william-county-to-go-after-illegal-immigrants/trackback/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1762649282010941002?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1762649282010941002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1762649282010941002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1762649282010941002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1762649282010941002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/tough-immigration-laws-in-va.html' title='Tough Immigration Laws in VA'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-3336851559925776827</id><published>2007-07-10T22:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T22:03:51.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Term Paper and Law &amp; Order</title><content type='html'>So I need to have my term paper rough draft completed by this Friday. I have yet to "really" work on it. Then today there has been all of these Law &amp; Order I have not seen yet. As you can tell Law &amp; Order won over me doing work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that I have had a cup of coffee so I can work late on my paper tonight, of course after Law &amp; Order goes off. &lt;br /&gt;; D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-3336851559925776827?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/3336851559925776827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=3336851559925776827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3336851559925776827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/3336851559925776827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/term-paper-and-law-order.html' title='Term Paper and Law &amp; Order'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-559404376827348304</id><published>2007-07-08T20:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T20:08:50.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>November 1, 2008</title><content type='html'>We have finally set a date to get married!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will  be two years to the day that we got engaged. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted it can still change depending if Jonny can come out during that time. If it does change I will be sure to post it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-559404376827348304?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/559404376827348304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=559404376827348304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/559404376827348304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/559404376827348304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/07/november-1-2008.html' title='November 1, 2008'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1414822044523946593</id><published>2007-06-09T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:54:38.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>Chris is someone that Jonathan has know for many years. They both are Marines, matter of fact Chris was Jonathan's replacement in Hawaii. I got to know both Chris and Traci fairly well before we left Hawaii. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well on the 6th they celebrated their 10 year anniversary. She just send out pictures and it was so beautiful. Looking at the pictures I know where they are standing out on the beach and I begin to realize how much I miss it there. The beauty of that place can not even be described. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish them both many more years of happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RmsKtoq6_LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s5hoWk1ml7c/s1600-h/IMG_1657.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RmsKtoq6_LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s5hoWk1ml7c/s320/IMG_1657.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074161184290831538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just a beautiful picture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1414822044523946593?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1414822044523946593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1414822044523946593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1414822044523946593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1414822044523946593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/RmsKtoq6_LI/AAAAAAAAAC8/s5hoWk1ml7c/s72-c/IMG_1657.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5485019833030048917</id><published>2007-06-05T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T11:55:08.065-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1y1oW_CBoAE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1y1oW_CBoAE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5485019833030048917?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5485019833030048917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5485019833030048917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5485019833030048917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5485019833030048917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/06/for-jonathan.html' title=''/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-1772766404292365534</id><published>2007-06-05T21:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T21:32:54.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Jumps</title><content type='html'>Jonathan called today after he finished his jump. It is the first time since we have been together he had to use his reserve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought of his main not working and having to use a reserve made me realize more than I did to there is that small chance something can go wrong. Granted he is not hurt. This would be the 3rd time in over 270 jumps and 10 years of doing jumps. I still think it is 3 to many. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always worried about him when he is gone jumping, but I don't like these that he is doing for the next two weeks. So if you are reading this just include him in your prays tonight. If not for him then for me. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-1772766404292365534?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/1772766404292365534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=1772766404292365534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1772766404292365534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/1772766404292365534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/06/bad-jumps.html' title='Bad Jumps'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-6262210592053640081</id><published>2007-06-03T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T18:13:45.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love it when it rains.</title><content type='html'>We finally got some much need rain here today. It has rain most of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I really LOVE the rain here. It seems after it rains here the yard is buzzing with ground hogs. I just sat outside for twenty minutes watching the sweetest babies playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to keep my fingers crossed it will rain again tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-6262210592053640081?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/6262210592053640081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=6262210592053640081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6262210592053640081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/6262210592053640081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-love-it-when-it-rains.html' title='I love it when it rains.'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-8298341335808652330</id><published>2007-06-02T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T12:55:19.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All by myself</title><content type='html'>He is gone again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left only 6 hours ago and now I find myself sitting here on the couch feeling lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a few days and I will be back to half way feeling back to normal. The best way I can explain this feeling is it feels just like the day after Christmas. You know you build up all this hype over one day, then the day after it is like BAM it all comes down. You don't know what to feel or what to do. This is exactly what I am feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is more than the man I plan to marry, he is my best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him more than he will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-8298341335808652330?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/8298341335808652330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=8298341335808652330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8298341335808652330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/8298341335808652330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/06/all-by-myself.html' title='All by myself'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-7152381929440448341</id><published>2007-06-01T10:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T16:58:52.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I might be dumb, but</title><content type='html'>Ok so I am writing a researc paper on female circumcision. GREAT TOPIC to write on. So I have to make a post to explain a little about the subject I am writing on. Fair enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then people, icluding myself, have to make two post on other peoples post. Thus far I have had 6 post in the last 24 hours. That is far more post than anyone else. Everyone is amazed about this subject and want to learn more about it. Which I think is GREAT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I get this post -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ther C,&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not sure what your research is about.&lt;br /&gt;Acording to Webster Dictionary's definition, "Circumcision is the surgical removal of the foreskin of the penis." It sounds like you are actually researching female genital mutilation. If this is so, ouch!!!!! This is a very awful thing to have happen to any female. Good Luck in your research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, maybe I am just taking this wrong, but I think I know what the hell I am writing about. So this is what I wrote her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must look it up as female circumcision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female circumcision&lt;br /&gt;n. Partial or complete removal of the clitoris, prepuce, or labia of a girl or young woman, as practiced among certain cultures, especially in parts of Africa and western Asia. Also called clitoridectomy. Also know as female genital mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I am using the title of Female Circumcision is when some people see the word mutilation they associate it with body modification. Some could read female genital mutilation and come to the conclusion it is when a woman chooses to pierce any part of her genital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully by using Female Circumcision it will draw people's interest to learn more about this subject. By the look of the responses to my post, I think it has worked well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this better explains why I used Female Circumcision oppose to female genital mutilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to ask any other question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this better explains that I DO know what I am writing about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-7152381929440448341?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/7152381929440448341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=7152381929440448341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7152381929440448341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/7152381929440448341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-might-be-dumb-but.html' title='I might be dumb, but'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-4489145579276489396</id><published>2007-05-22T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T20:21:17.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>@!#*%&amp;</title><content type='html'>Jonathan is a trader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is going to a paddle party that is one of the guys who STOLE my design. Now my artwork is being burnt in to paddles for some group of guys up in Quantico. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am so over this girlfriend bs that goes on between these guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first learned of this I was at a party with Jonathan's co-workers &amp; I did not lose my cool. Amazing I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I know that there is another paddle out there, they are giving it to the guy who STOLED IT &amp; Jonathan will be there when he gets it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-4489145579276489396?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/4489145579276489396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=4489145579276489396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4489145579276489396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/4489145579276489396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='@!#*%&amp;'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5227215162175187472</id><published>2007-05-17T12:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T17:01:22.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing much, just felt I needed to post</title><content type='html'>I think there is a song out there that has something like this in it....saying sorry is the hardest thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit at times I can be a lose cannon. I know surprise, surprise. As I keep getting older I find it is the littlest things that irk me to no end. Here is an example - Someone is wrong, they get on the defense about the matter. Granted I am going to be upset no matter what, however there is a degree to how upset I will get. If one tries to turn the issue at hand back to me, then we are heading to a level 10 meltdown. If the person can say, I am sorry &amp;amp; truly mean it (or at least half way act as if they do mean it) will make matters a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like a kid. When they do wrong &amp;amp; give you a heart felt sorry how can you stay mad at them? But then when you have a smart ass kid that doesn't any reason to be sorry, you can just put your head through the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted I have my faults too. Like sometime keeping my emotions under control. I am so guilty of sometimes getting so upset it is not even funny. I am better at keeping it at bay though. But when you add someone who doesn't understand the point why I could be upset and is not sorry, then I end up mad as hell with a bright red face. Which is not appealing by any means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we went to Wilmington the other day. It was my first time to visit the area. I love it there. It seems to be a town that I possibly live in. Last night we had somewhat of a date night. Jonathan took me to this sweet little place to eat last night. They has the best prime rib. It was so tender you could pull it apart with a fork. If you are ever in Jacksonville, NC (let's hope you are never in this arm pit of a place) go to Bud Jonny Eatery &amp;amp; order the rime rib! Then we met up with his sister in law, Shauna, and some of his friends to watch a comedy show at some local bar ran by some marines. I really enjoyed myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was good to finally be able to take time and talk to Shauna. I really like her. It seems we both are a like and have both experience the same things with the twins. I am hoping we will get to visit more since we are only about 5 hours apart now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5227215162175187472?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5227215162175187472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5227215162175187472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5227215162175187472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5227215162175187472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/05/nothing-much-just-felt-i-needed-to-post.html' title='Nothing much, just felt I needed to post'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-350678372447520602</id><published>2007-05-09T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:48:16.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History &amp; babies</title><content type='html'>I do have some GREAT news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I found FDR to be a pain to write about, I ended up with an A in history this semester. ROCK ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda found out yesterday she is having a little boy!!! I am so excited about having a little nephew. I have already been window shopping for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-350678372447520602?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/350678372447520602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=350678372447520602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/350678372447520602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/350678372447520602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/05/history-babies.html' title='History &amp; babies'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11651986.post-5822097764305104474</id><published>2007-05-09T13:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T13:44:22.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good times</title><content type='html'>Last night I attended my first Fredericksburg Jaycees meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to say Jonathan even went with me. I am not sure if he will join, even if he does not I am ok with that. Just having his support means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do thing totally different than the way we did in Panama City. When I first started the Jaycees we had our meetings at a local pub and would drink while meeting. Good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here they meet at the local country club. They have "official" meetings. Dinner is served and the do have a bar if you would like have a drink with your dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting they invited us out to a local Irish bar (of course you know Jonathan was in as soon as he figure out it was an Irish bar). So we actually went. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last me start by saying I had so much FUN! It was good to be around other females again that have common interest. So three margaritas and a shot later I am not paying attention to the time and I am ready to go all night. Jonathan had to work the next day so needless to say we got home sometime after 12:30 this morning. He told me at one point I told him he could go own home that I would take a cab home. I can not believe I told that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also came up with two new rules for when Christy is drinking;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. NO more putting double shots into Christy's drinks without her knowledge. The only time I get sick is when Jonathan does this. If I knew the drinks were that strong I would have on had two drinks total. Needless to say I was tipsy after the first drink. Yeah, I know I am a light weight drinker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I vomit stop the car! It is NOT fun having to wash the side of the car the next day with a mild hang over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11651986-5822097764305104474?l=christyallen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/feeds/5822097764305104474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11651986&amp;postID=5822097764305104474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5822097764305104474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11651986/posts/default/5822097764305104474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christyallen.blogspot.com/2007/05/good-times.html' title='Good times'/><author><name>Christy and Jonathan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16478940140390763919</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uOEL5Lcbf9w/S0S17guRS7I/AAAAAAAAAYw/9eVvDN8y9mw/S220/PIS.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
