<?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-5887820640255463003</id><updated>2012-02-17T18:58:29.852-05:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='coffee coffee coffee'/><category term='planting life'/><category term='homey-stuff'/><category term='travels'/><category term='budget'/><category term='scrapbook'/><category term='photography'/><category term='books'/><category term='DIY'/><category term='grace'/><category term='.mark'/><category term='random'/><category term='summatime'/><category term='giving'/><category term='the little things'/><category term='goals'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='hubby'/><category term='faith'/><category term='Tuesdays Unwrapped'/><category term='5K'/><category term='workouts'/><category term='decorating'/><category term='life'/><category term='puppy love'/><category term='creativity'/><category term='tar heel obsession'/><category term='food'/><category term='beach goodness'/><category term='missions'/><category term='family'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='God&apos;s goodness'/><category term='t.v.'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='horses'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='holiday cheer'/><category term='football'/><category term='love'/><category term='learning'/><category term='nautical'/><category term='Thankful Thursdays'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Carolina Love . . .</title><subtitle type='html'>...an everyday journey</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>372</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-402146309436085144</id><published>2012-02-13T07:09:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T07:09:00.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>It honestly seems like ages ago that I told you guys I would be running in the Disney Princesses 1/2 Marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality I first mentioned it back in November in this &lt;a href="http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/catch-up-post.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;. Which I guess to some degree was ages ago, but here we are only 2 weeks away from race day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had you asked me this time a year ago if I would run 13.1 miles at any point, ever in my life, you probably would've been greeted with a resounding laugh. No, seriously. I never considered myself a runner (and if I'm being honest, I'm not sure I do now) so the idea of running for 13.1 miles would've been comical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my friend Brooke and I had our last long run before the race of 14 miles. That's right. 14 miles. That is a double digit number. I could make myself sound awesome and make y'all think I'm a beast and say that it wasn't hard and I feel great today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was borderline impossible and I think around the 13 mile mark, we both uttered phrases like "I hate my life" and "I think my organs are shutting down".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a gift for the theatrical side of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training has been tough stuff, but I am so proud of us for sticking to it. I know that the next 2 weeks is a time to bump it up and not slack off. I do not want to finish injured or last!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cCYtYC94oQ/Tzg6QHVYqDI/AAAAAAAACck/bKX21DKs3yM/s1600/70650287873891903_j4pN77OA_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cCYtYC94oQ/Tzg6QHVYqDI/AAAAAAAACck/bKX21DKs3yM/s320/70650287873891903_j4pN77OA_f.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229387200/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Don't worry. I have not preconceived notions of winning or being in the top of anything, but I just don't want to be last or even at the back of the pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I am way excited about is simply going to Disney World! I've never been and this is going to be such a great experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvuCanVPNJw/Tzg8lTgkLjI/AAAAAAAACcs/JNs1eUQnqPE/s1600/18014467229387260_FFfiyzfD_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="210" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RvuCanVPNJw/Tzg8lTgkLjI/AAAAAAAACcs/JNs1eUQnqPE/s320/18014467229387260_FFfiyzfD_f.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229387260/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Any suggestions on rides/shows? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-402146309436085144?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/402146309436085144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=402146309436085144&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/402146309436085144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/402146309436085144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/02/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6cCYtYC94oQ/Tzg6QHVYqDI/AAAAAAAACck/bKX21DKs3yM/s72-c/70650287873891903_j4pN77OA_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-866565224224780346</id><published>2012-02-09T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:25:44.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Should Write a Real Post, but...</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in my last post, the past few weeks have been a bit overwhelming. Not all in a bad way, but overwhelming is still overwhelming. And as such, this post probably can't be classified as a real one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bare with me and maybe this weekend my brain will resurface and I'll have something somewhat witty or interesting to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, please take a peak at this adorable boy that I get to call my nephew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUhuYJqtqsw/TzRiWwZEchI/AAAAAAAACcA/ilyV9QGUYzo/s1600/DSC_0026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUhuYJqtqsw/TzRiWwZEchI/AAAAAAAACcA/ilyV9QGUYzo/s320/DSC_0026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmu8slu1lDU/TzRiq5-_LPI/AAAAAAAACcI/dDm6Ou-RPjA/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qmu8slu1lDU/TzRiq5-_LPI/AAAAAAAACcI/dDm6Ou-RPjA/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj6dUJP3kb4/TzRi48bipGI/AAAAAAAACcQ/yMa_Y5FJz8Q/s1600/DSC_0042.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wj6dUJP3kb4/TzRi48bipGI/AAAAAAAACcQ/yMa_Y5FJz8Q/s320/DSC_0042.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Krmr5kfFF3E/TzRjcbP71qI/AAAAAAAACcc/bi5OpkNJ2OA/s1600/DSC_0031.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Krmr5kfFF3E/TzRjcbP71qI/AAAAAAAACcc/bi5OpkNJ2OA/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love him so much it's crazy and it's also crazy how holding him makes me want one of my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone has had a wonderful week because tomorrow is Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-866565224224780346?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/866565224224780346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=866565224224780346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/866565224224780346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/866565224224780346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/02/i-should-write-real-post-but.html' title='I Should Write a Real Post, but...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cUhuYJqtqsw/TzRiWwZEchI/AAAAAAAACcA/ilyV9QGUYzo/s72-c/DSC_0026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6511025677174804544</id><published>2012-02-02T06:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T10:07:25.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller Coasters</title><content type='html'>I have never been a fan of roller coasters. Not even when I was little. The sensation of working your way up, just to be dropped, is not my idea of a good time. But there are times when your life feels like a roller coaster filled with emotional highs and heartbreaking lows and there is nothing you can do about it except ride it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's been my world for about 5 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest best friend got married this past weekend and I was blessed enough to stand up there with her and hear her say "I do" to a wonderful man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQasLnMKnuA/TynCjk_vOuI/AAAAAAAACa4/B6o1_zEOFSM/s1600/DSC_0287.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQasLnMKnuA/TynCjk_vOuI/AAAAAAAACa4/B6o1_zEOFSM/s320/DSC_0287.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_wj_b-ycE/TynCyex0vyI/AAAAAAAACbI/MYd2rs-RNGU/s1600/DSC_0326.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cX_wj_b-ycE/TynCyex0vyI/AAAAAAAACbI/MYd2rs-RNGU/s320/DSC_0326.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SDqsDMpIBM/Tyn9MeVYR3I/AAAAAAAACbg/v5w4X6j_Ovk/s1600/425492_10100178846746778_29700087_43580639_836002992_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3SDqsDMpIBM/Tyn9MeVYR3I/AAAAAAAACbg/v5w4X6j_Ovk/s320/425492_10100178846746778_29700087_43580639_836002992_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I could not be more happy for Whitney and Brett and this wonderful journey called marriage that they have started.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would be the high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The low came around 10 o'clock on Friday night when I got a call from my brother letting me know what my wonderful, sweet, great grandpa had gone home to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghzi56B_LoQ/Tyn83hOFBuI/AAAAAAAACbY/mYS0Y4mNsx0/s1600/264816_899055344018_29700087_42189922_4927799_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghzi56B_LoQ/Tyn83hOFBuI/AAAAAAAACbY/mYS0Y4mNsx0/s320/264816_899055344018_29700087_42189922_4927799_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And though it wasn't entirely unexpected, it still hurts and it is still sad. We seem to believe that the expected passings lessen the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Papa Lacy was an amazing man who loved the Lord and all those around him. He was a hardworking man that didn't let his age define him. I have so many memories in their house and of them and I hope that those will stick with me for years to come. One memory that I will always treasure is when I was little, he tried to teach me how to waltz. This of course didn't go over all too well because I have the attention span of a gnat. I am thankful that he has been reunited with his wife and that he is no longer in pain, but the selfish part of me misses him. You never truly recognize how much someone means to you until it's too late to tell them. I'm so glad that I was able to see him just a couple of weeks ago and spent both Thanksgiving and Christmas eve with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this is just part of life, but that doesn't make it easier or less exhausting. I'm blessed by amazing friends and family who have been there for me over the past few days and I am so incredibly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've never been good at goodbyes and sometimes saying them is the hardest thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxBSer-utMQ/Tyn_ZGilxXI/AAAAAAAACbo/pwnYL3juvhc/s1600/154246_738924916678_29700087_40675107_328980_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RxBSer-utMQ/Tyn_ZGilxXI/AAAAAAAACbo/pwnYL3juvhc/s320/154246_738924916678_29700087_40675107_328980_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Let's don't say goodbye...I hate the way it sounds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So if you don't mind, let's just say for now&lt;/i&gt;..."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jason Aldean &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6511025677174804544?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6511025677174804544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6511025677174804544&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6511025677174804544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6511025677174804544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/02/roller-coasters.html' title='Roller Coasters'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gQasLnMKnuA/TynCjk_vOuI/AAAAAAAACa4/B6o1_zEOFSM/s72-c/DSC_0287.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6391441122399348881</id><published>2012-01-23T20:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:05:21.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Tagged!</title><content type='html'>Sweet, talented Laura from &lt;a href="http://laurabrowe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Twirl&lt;/a&gt; tagged me to do this fun little game where y'all get to learn a bunch of things about me that you may otherwise never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brace yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, the rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You must post these rules.&lt;br /&gt;2. Each person must post 11 things about themselves on their blog.&lt;br /&gt;3. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create 11 new questions for the people you tag to answer.&lt;br /&gt;4. You have to choose 11 people to tag and link them on the post.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go to their page and tell them you have linked him or her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1. What are you wearing right now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Monday, it's raining and I have a stupid sinus headache. All of those things mean one thing...t-shirt, a hoodie and yoga pants. I guess that's technically 3 things, but you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0o7587LnqU/Tx36zQmshnI/AAAAAAAACaA/lEgUrx8MxaM/s1600/IMG_0586.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0o7587LnqU/Tx36zQmshnI/AAAAAAAACaA/lEgUrx8MxaM/s320/IMG_0586.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2. If you found $100 in your pocket what would you buy today?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would reeeeaaallyyy love some new running clothes. Signing up for this 1/2 marathon has not helped our bank account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBTtMCvrBO4/Tx38mrfKRjI/AAAAAAAACaI/HdHewXMTcJY/s1600/18014467229280815_v4YrTQKA_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vBTtMCvrBO4/Tx38mrfKRjI/AAAAAAAACaI/HdHewXMTcJY/s320/18014467229280815_v4YrTQKA_c.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229280815/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3. If your parting gift from the Zoo was an animal of your choice, which one would you take home with you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ideally, I would love to have a penguin. But seeing as how we don't live in an igloo, they may not be too feasible.&amp;nbsp; So realistically (because this is sure to happen) I'd have to go with a monkey. A little one, like Ross had in Friends. &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMr_uKOnI2w/Tx39qrhjWmI/AAAAAAAACaQ/q_CWmj4DPKA/s1600/friends_110_marcel_first_scene.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eMr_uKOnI2w/Tx39qrhjWmI/AAAAAAAACaQ/q_CWmj4DPKA/s320/friends_110_marcel_first_scene.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=666&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=hZ-UsQoxubajqM:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.comedycentral.co.uk/videos/friends-110-ross-introduces-marcel-to-the-gang-687434/&amp;amp;docid=r6Tqe1k6CuAXBM&amp;amp;imgurl=http://akamai.paramountcomedy.com/cc/videos/friends/friends_110_marcel_first_scene.jpg&amp;amp;w=640&amp;amp;h=480&amp;amp;ei=gf0dT4m_IsXZtwei07GpCw&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=382&amp;amp;sig=116346786431306385262&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;tbnh=128&amp;amp;tbnw=169&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;ndsp=19&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:10,s:0&amp;amp;tx=38&amp;amp;ty=64"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;b&gt;4. Would you rather have a perpetual scab on the tip of your nose or perpetual eye goop?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh...this question. I do not like it. Obviously, neither of these are desirable. I think I'll have to go with a scab on my nose because that at least may be able to camouflaged.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5. What is the greatest lesson you learned from your mother?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look people in the eye when you speak to them and to always say please and thank you. Come to find out those things really do matter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6. If you were given a free Super Bowl ad what would you advertise?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a tough one, but honestly the first thing that came to mind was for an organization that does pet rescues/adoptions. I am a big supporter for rescuing/adopting over anything else when it comes to getting a dog or cat. Everyone and everything is entitled to a second chance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7. What is your favorite photograph?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask anyone that knows me, they will tell you that I'm a bit obsessive when it comes to taking pictures or having them taken. With that said, it would be almost impossible for me to pick my all time favorite photo, but this is hands down at the top of the list!&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7oiX1dLNrc/Tx3_pj072dI/AAAAAAAACaY/Sz2hBt_z5Us/s1600/DSC_0864.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f7oiX1dLNrc/Tx3_pj072dI/AAAAAAAACaY/Sz2hBt_z5Us/s320/DSC_0864.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our 3 year anniversary, we went to Chicago and my husband (who has been a lifelong Cubs fan) finally got to to see a game. Getting to share that with him was such a blessing! And they won! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8. If you could change your name, what name would you choose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like my name and that fact that it isn't common, so I don't think I would change my name. Growing up though, I really liked the name Cassidy and would have loved my parents if they would've let me change it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9. What is the most best gift you ever received?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 3 things that I would place in this category:&lt;br /&gt;1. My engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;2. The Bible that my grandpa had with him during the war &lt;br /&gt;3. My great-grandma's china&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things have so much meaning and emotion attached to them. They are all irreplaceable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;10. What one clothing item or accessory do you wish you could pull off?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything mustard colored! It's just not in my color pallet, but I think it's a great color on those that can pull it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKcaxe6FELQ/Tx4BweUL-0I/AAAAAAAACag/CbRg2qTtBJ0/s1600/131730357820187175_aIbEypOS_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FKcaxe6FELQ/Tx4BweUL-0I/AAAAAAAACag/CbRg2qTtBJ0/s320/131730357820187175_aIbEypOS_c.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229249615/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11. If you had to decide which movie you would teleport into (because that is naturally how this would be possible), and live out for the rest of your life, which movie would you choose?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Swiss Family Robinson circa 1960. My reason? Their house. Even as a kid, I realized just how awesome this thing was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ypd9-Uu-FOk/Tx4C1oS9N2I/AAAAAAAACao/Xrc26q8PxAk/s1600/swiss-family-robinson-house.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ypd9-Uu-FOk/Tx4C1oS9N2I/AAAAAAAACao/Xrc26q8PxAk/s320/swiss-family-robinson-house.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?hl=en&amp;amp;safe=off&amp;amp;client=firefox-a&amp;amp;hs=TBB&amp;amp;rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&amp;amp;biw=1280&amp;amp;bih=666&amp;amp;tbm=isch&amp;amp;tbnid=W8EycjIJ90-t9M:&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://thesisquest.wordpress.com/&amp;amp;docid=NPKyHExAQ8yIYM&amp;amp;imgurl=http://thesisquest.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/swiss-family-robinson-house.jpg&amp;amp;w=480&amp;amp;h=640&amp;amp;ei=5AIeT_OLHtCztwf4qtizCw&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;iact=rc&amp;amp;dur=249&amp;amp;sig=116346786431306385262&amp;amp;page=1&amp;amp;tbnh=155&amp;amp;tbnw=116&amp;amp;start=0&amp;amp;ndsp=17&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:0,s:0&amp;amp;tx=55&amp;amp;ty=38"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I remember falling in love with this house when I watched this movie many years ago and I still think about it! I could do without the dangerous stuff though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! My turn for 11 questions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is the &lt;b&gt;one&lt;/b&gt; item you have to have in your fridge/pantry? &lt;br /&gt;2. Is there a song that evokes an emotion/memory from you no matter what? (can be a happy, nostalgic, etc)&lt;br /&gt;3. What do you feel is your biggest accomplishment to date? Could be personal or professional.&lt;br /&gt;4. Would you rather go the rest of your life without ever watching your favorite show/movie or without reading your favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;5. Skydiving or bungee jumping?&lt;br /&gt;6. Where is the one place you want to go before you die?&lt;br /&gt;7. If you had a book written about you and your life, what would you want the title to be?&lt;br /&gt;8. What would you want your 15 minutes of fame to be for?&lt;br /&gt;9. Is there a hobby or activity you did when you were younger that you've given up, but wish could start again?&lt;br /&gt;10. What would be the hardest food to give up forever? (Mexican, Italian, cake, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;11. If you could be amazing at one thing, what would you want it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm tagging...&lt;br /&gt;Meg from &lt;a href="http://aboyagirlandapug.blogspot.com/"&gt;a boy, a girl and a pug&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy from &lt;a href="http://daisygirlproductions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Daisy Girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke from &lt;a href="http://brightwishes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bright Wishes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole from &lt;a href="http://nicolemsykes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Nicole Michelle: My Life. My Blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina from &lt;a href="http://www.peacelovegoodfood.com/"&gt;peace. love &amp;amp; good food.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashley from &lt;a href="http://ashleyadam.blogspot.com/"&gt;heart of my heart &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer from &lt;a href="http://jennifermaltba.wordpress.com/"&gt;Just a Daddy's Girl Living the Dream&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristyn from &lt;a href="http://readjuly.blogspot.com/"&gt;read JULY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly from &lt;a href="http://mcgsoutherncharm.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Little Southern Charm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krista from &lt;a href="http://www.the-not-so-desperate-chef-wife.com/"&gt;The Not So Desperate Chef Wife&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah from &lt;a href="http://cheerybees.blogspot.com/"&gt;cherry bees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel like you have to do this, but I assure you, it is fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6391441122399348881?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6391441122399348881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6391441122399348881&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6391441122399348881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6391441122399348881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/01/i-got-tagged.html' title='I Got Tagged!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R0o7587LnqU/Tx36zQmshnI/AAAAAAAACaA/lEgUrx8MxaM/s72-c/IMG_0586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-354736777342860547</id><published>2012-01-18T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T21:22:40.415-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>How Pinteresting {Words Edition}</title><content type='html'>I have always been fascinated by words. Their meaning, their weight and everything in between. When AOL Instant Messenger was king, I scoured the internet for the best quotes and lyrics that could articulate whatever I was going through or feeling at that moment. Sometimes someone elses words can explain you better than you ever could.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcHCNyTGPmI/TxTMCzHz7EI/AAAAAAAACZc/qxK6ADgkG3I/s1600/18014467229078105_UfLdLimS_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcHCNyTGPmI/TxTMCzHz7EI/AAAAAAAACZc/qxK6ADgkG3I/s320/18014467229078105_UfLdLimS_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229078105/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7LEZnvUd1M/TxTml-J5jbI/AAAAAAAACZk/CY-7x-a8HDo/s1600/3940718393675505_0TTXxt7X_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q7LEZnvUd1M/TxTml-J5jbI/AAAAAAAACZk/CY-7x-a8HDo/s1600/3940718393675505_0TTXxt7X_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/3940718393675505/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1ch1X231HU/TxTmz9ox-aI/AAAAAAAACZs/MTgBONNf0Ow/s1600/24418022949248688_3S3jMvaP_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1ch1X231HU/TxTmz9ox-aI/AAAAAAAACZs/MTgBONNf0Ow/s320/24418022949248688_3S3jMvaP_c.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/24418022949248688/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ix67DMivXkY/Txd4T_L7heI/AAAAAAAACZ4/3cQMxdCHKD0/s1600/18014467229174087_TxONVmRb_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ix67DMivXkY/Txd4T_L7heI/AAAAAAAACZ4/3cQMxdCHKD0/s320/18014467229174087_TxONVmRb_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229254383/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words whether written, spoken or sung have a way of reaching us in ways that are inexplicable. I think there are times that we fail to realize how much weight words carry and how hard they are to shoulder. Words can be a dangerous weapon or a beautiful representation of human nature. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So use your words as a gift to others. Don't be the reason other people feel sad or belittled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be purposeful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thoughtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-354736777342860547?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/354736777342860547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=354736777342860547&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/354736777342860547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/354736777342860547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/01/how-pinteresting-words-edition.html' title='How Pinteresting {Words Edition}'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcHCNyTGPmI/TxTMCzHz7EI/AAAAAAAACZc/qxK6ADgkG3I/s72-c/18014467229078105_UfLdLimS_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3666288695759453404</id><published>2012-01-14T12:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:08:24.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Long Weekend Y'all!</title><content type='html'>All together, take a deeeeep breath and savor this weekend. The first full work week since Christmas has come and gone and our reward is a 3 day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No complaints here. I am a big supporter of short work weeks because 40 hours a week is just not normal. I told a friend that life sometimes gets in the way of living. I mean, really, whoever thought that we should work 40 hours a week for life obviously didn't have to do it themselves! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will enjoy the extra day to run, clean, do a little shopping and enjoy my husband and our sweet furbabies. We have no big plans, which are my favorite kind. I had every intention of getting up and running this morning, but the couch had a pretty strong argument and it won. Good thing I was given an extra day this weekend. I will take full advantage and not beat myself up for slacking this morning. I enjoyed my book, made some delicious breakfast and got some cleaning taken care of...not all was lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with this random and pointless post, I hope that y'all have a fantastic weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kssUpsxl-Eo/TxG2YVMOgrI/AAAAAAAACZM/u8l8LEe2mYg/s1600/nov3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kssUpsxl-Eo/TxG2YVMOgrI/AAAAAAAACZM/u8l8LEe2mYg/s320/nov3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/15481192438692497/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3666288695759453404?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3666288695759453404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3666288695759453404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3666288695759453404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3666288695759453404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/01/happy-long-weekend-yall.html' title='Happy Long Weekend Y&apos;all!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kssUpsxl-Eo/TxG2YVMOgrI/AAAAAAAACZM/u8l8LEe2mYg/s72-c/nov3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8809781160075896359</id><published>2012-01-04T07:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T07:05:41.428-05:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Goals &amp; 1 To Grow On</title><content type='html'>I tend not to make resolutions because a) I will inevitably not fulfill them and b) anything dealing with self improvement is an ongoing thing and will more than likely not be accomplished within 365 (give or take).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I will make a list of goals of things that I hope to do or want to go before we say goodbye to 2012. And if these past years have taught me anything, it's that the years are going by faster than ever so I cannot be lazy about !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(these are in no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;. Run and finish a half marathon (considering I am signed up for one, this &lt;b&gt;should&lt;/b&gt; happen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;. Go to the zoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;. Create and stick to a household budget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;. Learn the guitar (forget the fact that I bought it like 6 months ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;. Visit my grandparents/great-grandpa for no reason at all (aka not just at holidays)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;. Be more intentional with my college basketball blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;. Find and stick to a Bible study&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;8&lt;/b&gt;. Go to the beach (we sadly didn't make it there once during 2011)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;9&lt;/b&gt;. Re-do our bathroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;10&lt;/b&gt;. Make a photobook of our trip to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;11&lt;/b&gt;. Create a positive and lasting impact in someone's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;12&lt;/b&gt;. Read at least 3 books that are considered "classics"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one to grow on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;13&lt;/b&gt;. Learn something new (guitar not included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, these are merely things that I &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; do or places I &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; to go to. 2012 is not limited to or by the 13 things listed above. I am learning that living requires being intentional and I refuse to let laziness or being comfortable to hold me back this year. I hope to embrace everything that comes our way this year; good or bad, hard or easy...it's called life and bumps are part of the road. I realize these are not deep nor impressive goals, but they are mine, and that's enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. There is officially less than 2 months until the Disney Princesses 1/2 Marathon! Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdiZBHD4OXE/TwO_wu-YLcI/AAAAAAAACY4/VZeK5JxCFC0/s1600/tumblr_lox40lZsu71r013n4o1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdiZBHD4OXE/TwO_wu-YLcI/AAAAAAAACY4/VZeK5JxCFC0/s320/tumblr_lox40lZsu71r013n4o1_500.png" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8809781160075896359?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8809781160075896359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8809781160075896359&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8809781160075896359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8809781160075896359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/01/12-goals-1-to-grow-on.html' title='12 Goals &amp; 1 To Grow On'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xdiZBHD4OXE/TwO_wu-YLcI/AAAAAAAACY4/VZeK5JxCFC0/s72-c/tumblr_lox40lZsu71r013n4o1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-5807477460064878593</id><published>2012-01-02T16:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T14:26:42.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Look Back</title><content type='html'>One great thing about having a blog is the chance to document life throughout the year. It's like an ongoing scrapbook, which is the best kind for me because I do not possess a creative bone in my entire body. I have no doubt that my husband wonders why in the world I insist on taking so many pictures of everything...this is why! I like to look back and visual recaps are the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;January&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BawWo9Z5WBA/TSsUbDVkokI/AAAAAAAABnw/uM09qiYSbzo/s1600/DSC_0853.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BawWo9Z5WBA/TSsUbDVkokI/AAAAAAAABnw/uM09qiYSbzo/s320/DSC_0853.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;started the year off by celebrating a Tar Heels win!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUMEz2JIwN8/TSulgaqNMVI/AAAAAAAABoI/2HTdM7vgkx4/s1600/DSC_0060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lUMEz2JIwN8/TSulgaqNMVI/AAAAAAAABoI/2HTdM7vgkx4/s320/DSC_0060.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;got a ton of snow and enjoyed some snow days!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrxo9j7tcRI/TWWwZ0z39hI/AAAAAAAABrU/5WIQ3oNFvpI/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qrxo9j7tcRI/TWWwZ0z39hI/AAAAAAAABrU/5WIQ3oNFvpI/s320/DSC_0087.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;we bought some new furniture and I finally felt like an adult&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSikaRR8DAY/TVpcWFaiY2I/AAAAAAAABrA/TvMJW4dYu04/s1600/CSC_0154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kSikaRR8DAY/TVpcWFaiY2I/AAAAAAAABrA/TvMJW4dYu04/s320/CSC_0154.jpg" width="315px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Valentines day&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dfL-mGfUa80/TwIglY5IDlI/AAAAAAAACW8/tS_dwXpqTFw/s1600/196448_776294248238_29700087_41444768_1983782_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dfL-mGfUa80/TwIglY5IDlI/AAAAAAAACW8/tS_dwXpqTFw/s320/196448_776294248238_29700087_41444768_1983782_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebrated my grandparents 60th wedding anniversary&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_74PxaADv1g/TbYXCnyamtI/AAAAAAAABvg/P5KlDuApBes/s1600/me+and+sweet+lacy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_74PxaADv1g/TbYXCnyamtI/AAAAAAAABvg/P5KlDuApBes/s320/me+and+sweet+lacy.jpg" width="291px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to visit my sweet great grandpa for his 93rd birthday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCtz75GFTj8/TbYZ_aBjSKI/AAAAAAAABvo/0DHR3FAPk-0/s1600/DSC_0456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZCtz75GFTj8/TbYZ_aBjSKI/AAAAAAAABvo/0DHR3FAPk-0/s320/DSC_0456.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebrated Resurrection Sunday&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMNc1rB6zog/TeQzpMzG6iI/AAAAAAAAByY/pl-ISikA53I/s1600/DSC_0840.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gMNc1rB6zog/TeQzpMzG6iI/AAAAAAAAByY/pl-ISikA53I/s320/DSC_0840.jpg" width="181px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;2 wonderful friends said "I do"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UShWpDnE1-E/TeQzdAsLUXI/AAAAAAAAByQ/dj49xMPyajM/s1600/DSC_0293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UShWpDnE1-E/TeQzdAsLUXI/AAAAAAAAByQ/dj49xMPyajM/s320/DSC_0293.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;June&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G55wuo0kGvg/TfVYywqU4mI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Dv9LAV_72CM/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G55wuo0kGvg/TfVYywqU4mI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Dv9LAV_72CM/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebrated Brittany's birthday in Boone!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmc87qz1K68/Tf_q2xZVbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/r6nVMm8fog0/s1600/CSC_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmc87qz1K68/Tf_q2xZVbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/r6nVMm8fog0/s320/CSC_0215.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;3 year anniversary trip to Chicago&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqBwT0cHaUI/Tf_znxJwWpI/AAAAAAAAB2s/jZlEdB0Z_U8/s1600/DSC_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqBwT0cHaUI/Tf_znxJwWpI/AAAAAAAAB2s/jZlEdB0Z_U8/s320/DSC_0863.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWXvNc1n1GM/ThT5Svy0MQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/dv5E18-umYM/s1600/DSC_0008_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWXvNc1n1GM/ThT5Svy0MQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/dv5E18-umYM/s320/DSC_0008_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;can never get enough visits with him :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GanDDa5-k3Q/TwILwMxNVgI/AAAAAAAACV4/0mAOUA5sNEQ/s1600/264956_899057125448_29700087_42189965_5275152_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GanDDa5-k3Q/TwILwMxNVgI/AAAAAAAACV4/0mAOUA5sNEQ/s320/264956_899057125448_29700087_42189965_5275152_n.jpg" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebrated America's birthday with some fun people!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xv02dd3ij8/ThT9pCoMZnI/AAAAAAAAB6c/-siZQw5o3lc/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xv02dd3ij8/ThT9pCoMZnI/AAAAAAAAB6c/-siZQw5o3lc/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and sparklers of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxWr64TOfOs/TjCl-0VYttI/AAAAAAAAB-8/tHhUHw33g_o/s1600/DSC_0137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxWr64TOfOs/TjCl-0VYttI/AAAAAAAAB-8/tHhUHw33g_o/s320/DSC_0137.jpg" width="265px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;found out I was going to be an aunt! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd8cVbYbIwQ/Tiy5F9l7wlI/AAAAAAAAB-c/lGSEliIZk_4/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd8cVbYbIwQ/Tiy5F9l7wlI/AAAAAAAAB-c/lGSEliIZk_4/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;another sweet friend got married&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;August&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="261px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--5UvrGOsSqU/TwIMoWtRxSI/AAAAAAAACWE/lsyn62VatzY/s320/298026_941565283758_29700087_42810881_221759485_n.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I bought a guitar&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuD7ixbf804/TwSmNxVY9fI/AAAAAAAACZE/O7xQz-boLxY/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276px" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vuD7ixbf804/TwSmNxVY9fI/AAAAAAAACZE/O7xQz-boLxY/s320/photo.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;another set of "I do's" were said&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vEi0MHevGE/TnFd9_M9BnI/AAAAAAAACGs/2tzeGVNwPgU/s1600/DSC_1211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vEi0MHevGE/TnFd9_M9BnI/AAAAAAAACGs/2tzeGVNwPgU/s320/DSC_1211.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;first ever blog date with &lt;a href="http://brightwishes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC09yVx3jE/TwIOYow5icI/AAAAAAAACWQ/1JoBqajzxE0/s1600/319096_941567758798_29700087_42810947_1576482874_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BqC09yVx3jE/TwIOYow5icI/AAAAAAAACWQ/1JoBqajzxE0/s320/319096_941567758798_29700087_42810947_1576482874_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;saw Dave Barnes in concert and was NOT disappointed &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhKHqXbxBGo/Tpsz7oq-G9I/AAAAAAAACMw/OiKmIHQ2PM4/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="226px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bhKHqXbxBGo/Tpsz7oq-G9I/AAAAAAAACMw/OiKmIHQ2PM4/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;started off the month with some of the best friends I have ever known&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MU30T00VgOY/TwIPf5Gd5JI/AAAAAAAACWc/jGPxs9QgdXA/s1600/308491_954201251178_29700087_42915170_1476779351_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MU30T00VgOY/TwIPf5Gd5JI/AAAAAAAACWc/jGPxs9QgdXA/s320/308491_954201251178_29700087_42915170_1476779351_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to the Carolina vs. Louisville football game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMr_vWFVPOo/TwIPjgKTVQI/AAAAAAAACWk/QD6SgWL56GQ/s1600/305120_954207753148_29700087_42915258_1071735004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMr_vWFVPOo/TwIPjgKTVQI/AAAAAAAACWk/QD6SgWL56GQ/s320/305120_954207753148_29700087_42915258_1071735004_n.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36VTS6QqQW4/Trcwh0vvnoI/AAAAAAAACKk/oaQf_Jn5v5U/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-36VTS6QqQW4/Trcwh0vvnoI/AAAAAAAACKk/oaQf_Jn5v5U/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;stayed at the Christmas Inn for my birthday!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KokX6errSuQ/TrqapCRgecI/AAAAAAAACLs/QUHrCwyNaTU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KokX6errSuQ/TrqapCRgecI/AAAAAAAACLs/QUHrCwyNaTU/s320/photo.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;and roasted some marshmallows while we were there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2jjXTMMkBE/TsaLJz0xkrI/AAAAAAAACNg/d6OXDftZBTI/s1600/DSC_0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="231px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2jjXTMMkBE/TsaLJz0xkrI/AAAAAAAACNg/d6OXDftZBTI/s320/DSC_0299.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;saw Taylor Swift in concert and loved every minute&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lK3P9PEw72M/TtWY4dRSXmI/AAAAAAAACOk/5a-dysefgaM/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lK3P9PEw72M/TtWY4dRSXmI/AAAAAAAACOk/5a-dysefgaM/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;ran a 5K on Thanksgiving morning&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShoyzrADDLA/TtbUhLqtk1I/AAAAAAAACPc/fafqElEVyT8/s1600/DSC_0223_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShoyzrADDLA/TtbUhLqtk1I/AAAAAAAACPc/fafqElEVyT8/s320/DSC_0223_2.jpg" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my best friend said yes&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPYQlLOWDYk/TwIm5DB6OHI/AAAAAAAACXc/q5_e15GeY9w/s1600/DSC_0213.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NPYQlLOWDYk/TwIm5DB6OHI/AAAAAAAACXc/q5_e15GeY9w/s320/DSC_0213.jpg" width="251px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I helped throw my sister-in-law a baby shower&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4gBW_X-lY/TvEA4lyDupI/AAAAAAAACRs/lhRg_g0uC4U/s1600/CSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4gBW_X-lY/TvEA4lyDupI/AAAAAAAACRs/lhRg_g0uC4U/s320/CSC_0095.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;went to the Carolina/App State basketball game&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsYWSg0_XyE/TwIhShmBXAI/AAAAAAAACXI/ZdAGt-te5Nk/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vsYWSg0_XyE/TwIhShmBXAI/AAAAAAAACXI/ZdAGt-te5Nk/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas was a month long celebration of course&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkrA9du0shw/TwIha-t3ydI/AAAAAAAACXQ/dRlKB7KCyuA/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XkrA9du0shw/TwIha-t3ydI/AAAAAAAACXQ/dRlKB7KCyuA/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though to some it may not seem as though 2011 held excitement or may even seem boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assure you, it was not. We had a wonderful year and I'm so excited for the many things 2012 will hold for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year everyone! Make the most of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-5807477460064878593?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/5807477460064878593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=5807477460064878593&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5807477460064878593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5807477460064878593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2012/01/look-back.html' title='A Look Back'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BawWo9Z5WBA/TSsUbDVkokI/AAAAAAAABnw/uM09qiYSbzo/s72-c/DSC_0853.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-1982015641064518602</id><published>2011-12-31T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T14:16:44.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With a Thankful Heart, I Say Farewell</title><content type='html'>Dear 2011,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to take a moment to say thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thank you for the lessons I learned and made it through and for the 365 days I had to enjoy with our family and friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ending just as fast as you began, but that's okay because I am ready for 2012 and what it has to offer. But more than that, I'm ready embrace, hold on and fight for what lies before me in the coming months of a fresh new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often the resolutions, the new and the now, overshadow the effort that each of those things require. Too often we allow the "thought" of something give us a false sense of "doing". So for 2012, I'm not making a resolution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making a decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A decision to give more than just my bare minimum. A decision to live each day in such a way that when I look back on it, I feel nothing but pride and happiness because of it. There have been more times than I care to admit in writing (and possibly even to myself) that I have stood still, sat back and waited for my life to happen and dreams to come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2012, I am making a decision to stand up and put forth the effort that life requires. I am making the decision to hug the day that I'm living and not just look forward to what the next has to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;all&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;understanding&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;, will guard&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Philippians 4:7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2012 I will make the decision to live out this verse. To allow God to be God in my life and to realize that His plan will always surpass mine. I want to have the peace that can only come from Him. The peace that makes the others stop and think "there is something different about her".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that I am prepared for all that 2012 has to offer. I hope that any moments of indecisiveness are short lived and resolved fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is here that I bid you adieu, 2011. I am thankful for you and have enjoyed you immensely. I will look back fondly on the past 12 months, but I'm ready to turn and face the new beginning that is 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW6Pgd8B7JE/Tv9ehFyVpHI/AAAAAAAACUw/hL_86_BClrE/s1600/Rilke+quote+card_001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW6Pgd8B7JE/Tv9ehFyVpHI/AAAAAAAACUw/hL_86_BClrE/s320/Rilke+quote+card_001.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/13510867601591335/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-1982015641064518602?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/1982015641064518602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=1982015641064518602&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1982015641064518602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1982015641064518602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/with-thankful-heart-i-say-farewell.html' title='With a Thankful Heart, I Say Farewell'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CW6Pgd8B7JE/Tv9ehFyVpHI/AAAAAAAACUw/hL_86_BClrE/s72-c/Rilke+quote+card_001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7036863653295570027</id><published>2011-12-28T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T15:58:28.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Why the Rush?</title><content type='html'>Welp, it's that time of year once again. Somehow it how creeps up and surprises me every time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the one I'm talking about. The time between Christmas and a brand new year. It's represents the adolescence of every year to me. I'm ready for a new, fresh beginning, and at the same time, not quite ready to let go of my evergreen and glitter.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's also the time of year that so many phrases and statements either begin or end with "now". Get fit right &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;...be happier &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;...get more energy &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;...fix your household budget &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please don't misunderstand. I know that all of those things are good and we all more or less strive for each of them at some point during the year or our lifetime. It just makes me laugh a little bit to see our society's mindset of wanting the quick fix. And by society, I mean all of us. I cannot tell you how many times I've gotten frustrated because I was unable to tell a difference after a weeks worth of workouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other day during a movie trailer I heard this quote "if things were easy to find...they wouldn't be worth finding". Think about your spouse/significant other. Chances are you didn't open your door and find them waiting for you to fall in love with them. Or, if that was in fact the very way you met, what was the path like to get there? Past heartaches teach us what love is and how to do it. Falling in love &lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;wasn't instant for me. It took time and at times it was hard. But would we really want it any other way? I wouldn't. I don't sit back and savor the moments before Andrew and long for the broken hearts and cried tears again. I do however choose to see them for what they were; part of the learning process. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lifetime to learn how to live and it includes bumps in the road,&amp;nbsp;joy,&amp;nbsp;tears, anger, love and a whole lot of days that consist of trying to figure it all out. Life is about placing one foot in front of the other and taking steps toward what we want. Sometimes we may&amp;nbsp;leap or maybe we&amp;nbsp;feel as though we're stumbling through or maybe just flat our falling. Regardless of&amp;nbsp;how we get there, it's the living part that actually gets us to where we need or want to be.&amp;nbsp;And though reading a magazine article or about someone elses experiences can be motivational, no one conquered their desires by doing just that. It takes time which is something none of us have enough of, but thankfully the&amp;nbsp;good Lord gave us a lifetime to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is the perfect&amp;nbsp;segue to this; the only thing that can happen in an instant in our lives that is incredible and totally worth it and that we cannot work towards, is salvation. God gives His grace the moment you ask. You want pure, unwavering love and mercy for a lifetime? I promise you that if you asked for it right now, you would receive it. And no matter how many times you feel as though you have failed or made mistakes, salvation does not fail. You cannot outsin the cross or God's grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can take this rambling for what it's worth, but I hope that you take something from it. In this season of resolutions and fresh beginnings, it would do us all some good to remember that the easy road is not always the one worth taking. And instant coffee isn't good so why would we think anything else would be? If there are changes you want to make then just remember that anything worth having in our lives will take longer than a snap of your fingers. Except for that grace thing I mentioned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantaneous and more than worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7036863653295570027?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7036863653295570027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7036863653295570027&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7036863653295570027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7036863653295570027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/why-rush.html' title='Why the Rush?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/th_MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-9117365176683964404</id><published>2011-12-27T11:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T11:08:21.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>Sometimes and Always</title><content type='html'>Linking up with &lt;a href="http://mackeymadness.blogspot.com/2011/12/sometimes-and-always-7.html"&gt;Megan&lt;/a&gt; today for Sometimes and Always!! I love this idea and have been wanting&amp;nbsp;it do it for quite some time now! &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvX0tk8wmt0/Tvno9eVmH_I/AAAAAAAACUE/n29WImHP8zI/s1600/sanda2small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvX0tk8wmt0/Tvno9eVmH_I/AAAAAAAACUE/n29WImHP8zI/s1600/sanda2small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somtimes&lt;/strong&gt;: I get my a burst of organizing energy and start to get my house in order as it should be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt;: I lost interest halfway through the project and it's more chaotic then when it started&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;: I have the best intentions of doing weekly meal plans so that we're not &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;stumped every night of the week &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt;: I end up suggesting the same 3 things every week...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;: I really get puppy fever and say that I want another one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt;: I remember how messy our house can get with just 2 and I'm also not sure if &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I could love another one half as much as I love these 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vZ0y4cFzh4/Tvnq7SLsavI/AAAAAAAACUQ/FCWGbK28O2M/s1600/dani.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2vZ0y4cFzh4/Tvnq7SLsavI/AAAAAAAACUQ/FCWGbK28O2M/s320/dani.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qukKB8Wz0BI/Tvnq8MCV2oI/AAAAAAAACUY/q1w2JoI5IGQ/s1600/sam.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qukKB8Wz0BI/Tvnq8MCV2oI/AAAAAAAACUY/q1w2JoI5IGQ/s320/sam.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;: I ﻿every intention of getting up early and getting things done in the morning &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;before heading off to work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt;: I hit the snooze button until the last possible minute&lt;/div&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SMyp7TsiXs/Tvnsm7OXsWI/AAAAAAAACUk/B719E0KMcfE/s1600/sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2SMyp7TsiXs/Tvnsm7OXsWI/AAAAAAAACUk/B719E0KMcfE/s320/sleeping.jpg" width="210px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/250160954271108117/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;﻿Sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;: I hate training for this half marathon and wish I hadn't signed up for it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always&lt;/strong&gt;: As much as I complain, I know that it'll be worth it in the end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-9117365176683964404?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/9117365176683964404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=9117365176683964404&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/9117365176683964404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/9117365176683964404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/sometimes-and-always.html' title='Sometimes and Always'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SvX0tk8wmt0/Tvno9eVmH_I/AAAAAAAACUE/n29WImHP8zI/s72-c/sanda2small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4282089716265729240</id><published>2011-12-27T07:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:16:57.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2011 Recap</title><content type='html'>Is it just me, or does anyone else find themselves a little (or possibly a lot) sad when Christmas day comes to a close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not sadness that stems from disappointment. No, it's just a sad that comes when something that you were looking forward to and that was so great, it's borderline heartbreaking when it comes to a close. I never feel as though I have enough time with our decorations or to do family things or just seasonal things in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I decided to take off the entire week leading up to Christmas so that I could enjoy being at home, wrapping presents and just relaxing. Have you noticed the older we get, the less of that last thing we do during this season? I found myself humming Amy Grant's "I Need a Silent Night" throughout various points of the day for the past couple of weeks. If you haven't heard it, I suggest pausing the reading of this post to look it up. It's a great reminder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, unfortunately, had to head to Mount Airy all by my lonesome on Christmas eve because my poor, sweet husband had fallen victim to the cold that seems to be making it's rounds. I just jammed out to Christmas carols all the way up there and truly enjoyed my time with my side of the family. The only bad thing was having to make the hour and 45 minute drive back in my incredibly stuffed state. Talk about having heavy eyelids! But they were totally worth the incredible meal that my dad and brother had created. Yum! And I was a good wife and brought some leftovers to Andrew...too bad I didn't bring enough back for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 5 Christmas eve evening, we headed over to Andrew's parents. I almost always have to prepare myself for the wonderful chaos that will inevitably take place on Christmas eve night within that house. I'm certain that when there are presents involved, kids multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, 5 kids automatically give the illusion of being 10 because of presents and all the anticipation and excitement that Christmas brings and it can be a bit overwhelming. And because of such illusions, the aforementioned preparation that has to take place! But despite the noise and ripping of paper, it is such a joy to be around a big family on an exciting night. Mind you, I can only take it for a couple of hours, but I do love it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-W5X0aoAsk/TvkWvM-6mmI/AAAAAAAACTs/U0SnNOGUVDw/s1600/christmas+eve.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7-W5X0aoAsk/TvkWvM-6mmI/AAAAAAAACTs/U0SnNOGUVDw/s400/christmas+eve.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason we love it, is because after it's all said and done, we get to head back to our quiet home and spend the evening with each our and our 4-legged children.&amp;nbsp; Andrew would love if we would come home and open the presents we got for one another, but I am a big advocate for Christmas morning present opening. I just love waking up and feeling like a kid and bugging my husband until he gets up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFibR7G8KdU/TvkZaBgCEjI/AAAAAAAACT4/N8KOvdCeQ_w/s1600/christmasmorning.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PFibR7G8KdU/TvkZaBgCEjI/AAAAAAAACT4/N8KOvdCeQ_w/s400/christmasmorning.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was really excited to for Andrew to open up his "big" present from me which was a record player. I realize that may sound odd, but my mom had given him some great vinyls like a year ago and he had no way of listening to them until now! I also bought a Frank Sinatra Christmas album for us to listen to the rest of the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After presents and a great breakfast, we were pretty stationary the rest of the day. We snacked, watched Christmas movies and enjoyed the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great Christmas for us and I pray the same for y'all! God has blessed us beyond belief for this year and I have no doubt that 2012 will a blessed adventure as well, but until then, I will enjoy these remaining days of 2011...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with our Christmas lights of course :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="SL_MainBody_formViewLyrics_labelLyrics"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;And all fell silent &lt;br /&gt;For the cry of an infant,&lt;br /&gt;the voice of God&lt;br /&gt;Was dividing history&lt;br /&gt;For those with eyes to see,&lt;br /&gt;the Son would shine&lt;br /&gt;From earth that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span id="SL_MainBody_formViewLyrics_labelLyrics"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;--Bebo Norman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3v3zTf72Y2s/TvU4FdqcKRI/AAAAAAAACTU/UdueYfe5LB4/s1600/christmascard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="407" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3v3zTf72Y2s/TvU4FdqcKRI/AAAAAAAACTU/UdueYfe5LB4/s640/christmascard.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3304940064791418371?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3304940064791418371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3304940064791418371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3304940064791418371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3304940064791418371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3v3zTf72Y2s/TvU4FdqcKRI/AAAAAAAACTU/UdueYfe5LB4/s72-c/christmascard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6075486080926626003</id><published>2011-12-24T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:53:59.177-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>Preach it Linus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/3dj9mpBdUAU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dj9mpBdUAU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3dj9mpBdUAU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas eve! Let us all remember the true meaning of Christmas and the real reason for the season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;For to us a child is born, to us a son is given, and the government will be on his shoulders.&amp;nbsp; And he will be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 9:6 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6075486080926626003?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6075486080926626003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6075486080926626003&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6075486080926626003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6075486080926626003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/preach-it-linus.html' title='Preach it Linus'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/th_MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3963353833634308969</id><published>2011-12-23T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:15:11.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmastime is Here</title><content type='html'>Seeing as how I had this entire week off, I was so sure that I would get many a blog post written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly and sadly, that didn't happen. A lot of other things got accomplished though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...presents are wrapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfb_6W52eOI/TvUy6Oe6ImI/AAAAAAAACSo/YA3haC9PedU/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfb_6W52eOI/TvUy6Oe6ImI/AAAAAAAACSo/YA3haC9PedU/s320/DSC_0100.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...stockings are stuffed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWZaPht9sok/TvUyouJU9FI/AAAAAAAACSc/aFe7jbHYsO0/s1600/DSC_0082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nWZaPht9sok/TvUyouJU9FI/AAAAAAAACSc/aFe7jbHYsO0/s320/DSC_0082.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...cookies are baked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSFgT6zg6_8/TvUzHJPHdmI/AAAAAAAACS0/dhOICQYqhr0/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uSFgT6zg6_8/TvUzHJPHdmI/AAAAAAAACS0/dhOICQYqhr0/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Christmas has fully resided itself in our humble household &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uS5LLf8Kf-M/TvUz7uPgPqI/AAAAAAAACTA/NFciHYDKdUI/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uS5LLf8Kf-M/TvUz7uPgPqI/AAAAAAAACTA/NFciHYDKdUI/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJIC2STE8Dw/TvU0H60WtSI/AAAAAAAACTI/Jg30NT4wWVU/s1600/DSC_0102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sJIC2STE8Dw/TvU0H60WtSI/AAAAAAAACTI/Jg30NT4wWVU/s320/DSC_0102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tomorrow is Christmas eve and we will be spending it with our families. I am so thankful that both of our families for the most part live in North Carolina. It makes holidays a little easier to manage. Our first stop will be lunch in Mount Airy with my parents, brother/sister-in-law and my great grandpa before heading back to Charlotte to spend the evening with the Janke side of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am actively trying to savor holidays more with my family because time on this earth is fleeting. Christmas is magical not because of presents or cookies, but because of the people it's spent with and because of the gift we freely received so many, many years ago. A gift that we could never deserve or earn...a gift of ultimate, true love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that said, I wish all of you a very merry Christmas eve eve! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3963353833634308969?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3963353833634308969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3963353833634308969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3963353833634308969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3963353833634308969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/christmastime-is-here.html' title='Christmastime is Here'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfb_6W52eOI/TvUy6Oe6ImI/AAAAAAAACSo/YA3haC9PedU/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-767139229912971874</id><published>2011-12-20T17:04:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:42:25.459-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tar heel obsession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>'Twas 5 Days Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>Happy December 20th everyone! I'm trying my hardest to savor these final days leading up to Christmas, but for some reason they seem intent on flying by. Thankfully I took off this week and I'm enjoying my adult Christmas break quite a bit. It has me wondering why only kids have them. I've wrapped presents, cleaned and a myriad of other things that more than likely would have failed to get accomplished had I been preoccupied with working and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, on a Tuesday afternoon getting to blog and tell y'all about this past weekend and what we've got planned for the coming days. I have no doubt you are jumping up and down with excitement...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Andrew and I headed to my grandparents for their yearly Christmas party. I always enjoy this because a) it's a tradition (and who doesn't love those at Christmas?) and b) there is always lots of food. Seriously good food. And obviously I enjoy seeing my family. Hopefully that was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHS9HUfLGew/TvD-su-a_QI/AAAAAAAACRM/hXG4eOTG52c/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHS9HUfLGew/TvD-su-a_QI/AAAAAAAACRM/hXG4eOTG52c/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my grandparent's neighbor got horses! they were super sweet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzbYjnb_3a4/TvD-2ooD29I/AAAAAAAACRU/3n18KWYAjuI/s1600/DSC_0065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzbYjnb_3a4/TvD-2ooD29I/AAAAAAAACRU/3n18KWYAjuI/s320/DSC_0065.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how old I get, I will always love this part of Christmas&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgMd2CW2bxs/TvD-9WL0TXI/AAAAAAAACRc/42Og9-6GZy8/s1600/DSC_0077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TgMd2CW2bxs/TvD-9WL0TXI/AAAAAAAACRc/42Og9-6GZy8/s320/DSC_0077.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my sweet mother and myself!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After eating and opening presents and trying not to fall asleep, Andrew and I hit the road and headed east to Chapel Hill for the Carolina/Appalachian State basketball game! Now, I realize that this should have caused more of an internal struggle for me than it did. I mean, my time at Appalachian State helped mold and shape me into the person I am today. My most trying and growing pain years took place in that tiny mountain town and for that, I am forever grateful and thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is college basketball. There is not a bone in my body that knows how to cheer against the North Carolina Tar Heels. Don't get me wrong; I didn't want to App to be embarrassed or to even play poorly. I just didn't want them to win. It's okay, I've accepted that I'm an awful person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the Dean Dome right as the doors were opening so we had time to snap some pictures and I could get some food (because for some reason I was hungry) without hassling with lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YF9S4HRPUkc/TvEAraedwfI/AAAAAAAACRk/Eb9gNTgwnho/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YF9S4HRPUkc/TvEAraedwfI/AAAAAAAACRk/Eb9gNTgwnho/s320/DSC_0079.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4gBW_X-lY/TvEA4lyDupI/AAAAAAAACRs/lhRg_g0uC4U/s1600/CSC_0095.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qR4gBW_X-lY/TvEA4lyDupI/AAAAAAAACRs/lhRg_g0uC4U/s320/CSC_0095.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish we could've gotten a better picture, but the lighting was weird&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRirK9bNsI4/TvEBCrt7FPI/AAAAAAAACR0/YD9DuoajYAw/s1600/DSC_0106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pRirK9bNsI4/TvEBCrt7FPI/AAAAAAAACR0/YD9DuoajYAw/s320/DSC_0106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUkLu64mcMw/TvEBKRkeG0I/AAAAAAAACR8/G1UC6Yq3kEc/s1600/DSC_0310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TUkLu64mcMw/TvEBKRkeG0I/AAAAAAAACR8/G1UC6Yq3kEc/s320/DSC_0310.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was a fun game, the Mountaineers played great and the Tar Heels won, so I was a happy girl. After the game, we met up with a few people at a restaurant right off Franklin Street to hang out for a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2F0IfBJr24A/TvECH4S1M8I/AAAAAAAACSE/kOTokJ8qAEs/s1600/DSC_0368.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2F0IfBJr24A/TvECH4S1M8I/AAAAAAAACSE/kOTokJ8qAEs/s320/DSC_0368.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girls!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Since the group was mostly made up of boys, this was the only picture I got, but it was a fun post game meal. Sunday was low key with church and lunch with the Briley's before heading back to their house to watch the Panther's game and enjoy some Sunday afternoon naps before heading home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week and Christmas weekend will be spent with both sides of our family, more presents, ice skating (eeek, my first time!) and like I said at the beginning of this rambling post, savoring these remaining days of the Christmas season. Also, on my run yesterday I discovered a house that would make Clark Griswold proud (in the form of inflatables), so I have to show Andrew that before the week is over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fun plans in store for you guys this week or have you spotted any Clark Griswold wannabe's?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-767139229912971874?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/767139229912971874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=767139229912971874&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/767139229912971874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/767139229912971874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/twas-5-days-before-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas 5 Days Before Christmas'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dHS9HUfLGew/TvD-su-a_QI/AAAAAAAACRM/hXG4eOTG52c/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7788514224341820659</id><published>2011-12-14T10:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:42:53.429-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>Blogger Ornament Swap!</title><content type='html'>Blogging is such a funny thing. You become friends with people before you ever get a chance to actually meet them. You learn about their sources of joy and sometimes sadness. And at Christmas time you get a chance to do an ornament swap! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mackeymadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVsOtqzXVc/Tui4JWs90xI/AAAAAAAACQo/UjkITfE7_mA/s1600/ornament+swap+button-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I first saw this on &lt;a href="http://mackeymadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan's&lt;/a&gt; blog I may or may not have squealed ﻿with joy. What a great idea and such a fun way to connect with other girls I haven't had a chance to find yet! And anytime Christmas ornaments are involved you know you are in for a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was paired up with sweet Julie from &lt;a href="http://www.thesmittenmintons.com/"&gt;The Smitten Mintons&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and when Andrew walked into the house a couple of weeks ago with a box that he said was for me, the squeals of joy commenced again! If it's not obvious, I really love Carolina blue and I don't think Julie could have picked a better ornament...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9uTwY7n_oY/TulQNrCEmPI/AAAAAAAACRA/bDOLllx3qTg/s1600/DSC_0029_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f9uTwY7n_oY/TulQNrCEmPI/AAAAAAAACRA/bDOLllx3qTg/s320/DSC_0029_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely LOVE this ornament and I'm thankful and happy that it's been added to our collection :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Please stop by and see the &lt;a href="http://www.thesmittenmintons.com/2011/12/ornament-swap-link-up.html"&gt;ornament&lt;/a&gt; I got Julie and check her blog out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's kind of great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7788514224341820659?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7788514224341820659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7788514224341820659&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7788514224341820659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7788514224341820659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/blogger-ornament-swap.html' title='Blogger Ornament Swap!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7cVsOtqzXVc/Tui4JWs90xI/AAAAAAAACQo/UjkITfE7_mA/s72-c/ornament+swap+button-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3333198570083396477</id><published>2011-12-13T07:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T07:08:00.978-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>And the Boring Blogger Award Goes To...</title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Maggie and I am a boring blogger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really. It's borderline ridiculous how little I have to say. It's really not by choice or lack of desire, it's just my brain is as blank as it can be. Like I said, ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, Christmas is just around the corner and that is a valid excuse for my lack of posts even if it's not true. And let's just focus on that for a second--Christmas is officially less than 2 weeks away. My heart breaks! I love the lights on and in our house and if it wasn't the tackiest thing ever, I would keep our tree up year round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lights and all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dOyVV-eLSQ/TubEOZspr7I/AAAAAAAACQY/b6nxYlWMM2k/s1600/DSC_0095_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dOyVV-eLSQ/TubEOZspr7I/AAAAAAAACQY/b6nxYlWMM2k/s320/DSC_0095_2.JPG" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's just not fair how fast this month goes and how short it is. We can never do everything we want or attend everything we're invited to. I understand that if that's the biggest conundrum we experience in the twelfth month of the year, we're doing okay, but nevertheless, there isn't enough time. I have approximately 6 Christmas movies saved on our DVR and equal that of DVD boxes in front of the blu-ray player just waiting to be watched. One of the movies saved on the DVR is "A Christmas Carol" with Jim Carrey which I haven't seen, so if you have, please let me know if it's worth my time. Any movies that I hear of that I can cross off my list would be welcomed news! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a super excited note, this is my last full week of work for 2011! I decided to use a good bit of my PTO and took off all of next week! It's just not fair that only kids get extended Christmas breaks--adults need them way more in my opinion. I plan on doing some deep cleaning around here, wrapping some presents, baking some goodies and just enjoying my time off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, I am done. Hopefully there are no snores taking place on the other side of the monitor and hopefully you'll stick with me during this boring blogging season that I'm going through! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3333198570083396477?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3333198570083396477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3333198570083396477&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3333198570083396477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3333198570083396477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/and-boring-blogger-award-goes-to.html' title='And the Boring Blogger Award Goes To...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0dOyVV-eLSQ/TubEOZspr7I/AAAAAAAACQY/b6nxYlWMM2k/s72-c/DSC_0095_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3372796123168789524</id><published>2011-12-06T21:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:33:19.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>Laziness is My Only Explanation...</title><content type='html'>I keep blaming my lack of blogging/grocery shopping/guitar practicing on the fact that we have officially entered the Christmas season, but I think a better way to describe it is just plain lazy. I &lt;b&gt;have&lt;/b&gt; been good at sticking to my half marathon training schedule because I really don't want to die trying to run 13.1 miles in just a couple of months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really weird with planning things in advance when it comes to planning into the next year because I already feel like the month of December goes by too fast and I want to savor every minute that I can. It is seriously the best month of the year what with the lights, decorations, get togethers, food, etc. But 2012 has a lot of reasons for me to get excited...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE. &lt;/b&gt;2 of my best friends are getting married and I am privileged enough to stand beside them when they say "I do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G55wuo0kGvg/TfVYywqU4mI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Dv9LAV_72CM/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="230" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G55wuo0kGvg/TfVYywqU4mI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Dv9LAV_72CM/s320/DSC_0076.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vev7ewy3IG8/ThT9UOFZnGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/58L2MZWIXng/s1600/DSC_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vev7ewy3IG8/ThT9UOFZnGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/58L2MZWIXng/s320/DSC_0316.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;. I'm going to be an aunt! It's a completely different feeling since it is coming from my side of the family and that feeling is insanely excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMWJBT0TeOE/Tt7NDkLZQZI/AAAAAAAACQI/5tndgBk5c1k/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UMWJBT0TeOE/Tt7NDkLZQZI/AAAAAAAACQI/5tndgBk5c1k/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;. The aforementioned 13.1 miles that I for some reason agreed to run. I'm pretty sure I had a lapse of sanity and judgement, but what's done is done! One thing I can cross off my unofficial bucket list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA6C-Eczco4/TsaEYZGLM7I/AAAAAAAACNY/KQt47X-h-Vg/s1600/Disney+Princess+Half.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA6C-Eczco4/TsaEYZGLM7I/AAAAAAAACNY/KQt47X-h-Vg/s320/Disney+Princess+Half.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as excited as I am for all of those things, I am definitely not rushing this month or Christmas because it's speed needs no assistance from me. This is absolutely a magical time of year and I plan on enjoying every twinkling light!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQNxELHzHJs/Tt7PqAkJPvI/AAAAAAAACQQ/G1ycJnXHHJQ/s1600/DSC_0021_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rQNxELHzHJs/Tt7PqAkJPvI/AAAAAAAACQQ/G1ycJnXHHJQ/s320/DSC_0021_2.jpg" width="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3372796123168789524?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3372796123168789524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3372796123168789524&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3372796123168789524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3372796123168789524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/laziness-is-my-only-explanation.html' title='Laziness is My Only Explanation...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G55wuo0kGvg/TfVYywqU4mI/AAAAAAAAB0Q/Dv9LAV_72CM/s72-c/DSC_0076.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-5515902670087995433</id><published>2011-12-04T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T22:04:23.484-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>Haul Out the Holly {sneak peak}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXZ5yUHKnvs/Ttw0IBJm12I/AAAAAAAACPs/Cxjvjkb-DYA/s1600/DSC_0095_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXZ5yUHKnvs/Ttw0IBJm12I/AAAAAAAACPs/Cxjvjkb-DYA/s320/DSC_0095_2.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dh6TrcFw-Qw/Ttw0K2cnSeI/AAAAAAAACP0/f_Xlq_K3IXc/s1600/DSC_0104_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dh6TrcFw-Qw/Ttw0K2cnSeI/AAAAAAAACP0/f_Xlq_K3IXc/s320/DSC_0104_2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0d6fQW7hHe8/Ttw0OWNfAXI/AAAAAAAACP8/FibeYghAQPE/s1600/DSC_0036_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0d6fQW7hHe8/Ttw0OWNfAXI/AAAAAAAACP8/FibeYghAQPE/s320/DSC_0036_2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Have I mentioned how much I love this time of year...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-5515902670087995433?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/5515902670087995433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=5515902670087995433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5515902670087995433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5515902670087995433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/12/haul-out-holly-sneak-peak.html' title='Haul Out the Holly {sneak peak}'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PXZ5yUHKnvs/Ttw0IBJm12I/AAAAAAAACPs/Cxjvjkb-DYA/s72-c/DSC_0095_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-5446775816610752302</id><published>2011-11-30T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T20:35:49.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thankful Thursdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday cheer'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011...One Week Later</title><content type='html'>Last night, a sad thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate the last of the Thanksgiving leftovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak at its finest. Seriously, there is nothing better to me than Thanksgiving food. It's savory, filling and it just warms your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last Thursday in November is always one filled with deliciousness and family/friends. It's a wonderful day and this year was no different. Thursday morning came bright and early because Brittany and I had signed up for the 2011 Turkey Strut 5K. This is the second year I've done it and I really do think it's a great idea, other than the getting up early part. But really, you get up, run 3 miles and when you go stuff your face later in the day, you don't even have to think about feeling guilty. Great tradeoff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bPauyoU7l4/TtbIpkmst4I/AAAAAAAACO0/r3-FzkitaEo/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bPauyoU7l4/TtbIpkmst4I/AAAAAAAACO0/r3-FzkitaEo/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;our toughness shining through&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08o9uSOexBo/TtbIq0CGPbI/AAAAAAAACO8/tBE1qgWvJVs/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-08o9uSOexBo/TtbIq0CGPbI/AAAAAAAACO8/tBE1qgWvJVs/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" width="287" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;approaching the finish line...shockingly not first...&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;After dropping Brittany off, we got back to my brother's and I just just enough time to shower and get ready for lunch. And honestly, I think it would've been the best meal of the year even if I hadn't just ran in said 5K. Sadly, I didn't get a table picture this year, but I at least had to get a shot of my plate and all of its deliciousness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aByX-TTYqCU/TtbRKcJ2FPI/AAAAAAAACPE/Sz9PwKeaJAo/s1600/DSC_0174.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aByX-TTYqCU/TtbRKcJ2FPI/AAAAAAAACPE/Sz9PwKeaJAo/s320/DSC_0174.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I realize a table shot would have been far more impressive, but this is it! Still soooo good. When lunch was over, and everyone headed out to their other Thanksgiving lunches/dinners, I had the brilliant idea of pulling our air mattress and napping to the football game. And let me tell you, tryptophan induced naps are the most amazing things ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we headed back over to Brittany's parents house where I was greeted with a big, shiny surprise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXUB9EHpwVQ/TtbT5KqpDPI/AAAAAAAACPM/KZwrOjVS6JU/s1600/DSC_0217.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXUB9EHpwVQ/TtbT5KqpDPI/AAAAAAAACPM/KZwrOjVS6JU/s320/DSC_0217.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My best friend, my roommate for life and who stood beside me when I said "I do" is getting MARRIED! So crazy and I'm so excited for her! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHK0ShVwdLk/TtbUY-Lr1WI/AAAAAAAACPU/scvjV6ROxY0/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fHK0ShVwdLk/TtbUY-Lr1WI/AAAAAAAACPU/scvjV6ROxY0/s320/DSC_0182.JPG" width="314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;those weird expressions mean we are excited&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShoyzrADDLA/TtbUhLqtk1I/AAAAAAAACPc/fafqElEVyT8/s1600/DSC_0223_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ShoyzrADDLA/TtbUhLqtk1I/AAAAAAAACPc/fafqElEVyT8/s320/DSC_0223_2.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;brittany and her future hubby&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And no Thanksgiving week is complete without a side of crazy and my sister-in-law and I got our share when we braved the midnight sales at Kohl's and Target. Like I said, crazy. But I did get these gems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQLWA8objuE/TtbXugDqtGI/AAAAAAAACPk/6nfhQycLOsQ/s1600/IMG_0519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TQLWA8objuE/TtbXugDqtGI/AAAAAAAACPk/6nfhQycLOsQ/s320/IMG_0519.JPG" width="276" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those that haven't watched "Modern Family", you should. And for those that have never used a Dyson, then you probably don't know what it's like to be giddy about vacuuming. Not even kidding, you can ask my husband. Love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply, our Thanksgiving was simple and wonderful. I hope you all had a blessed Thanksgiving and are preparing your hearts and homes with the season that is now fully upon us...Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-5446775816610752302?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/5446775816610752302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=5446775816610752302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5446775816610752302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5446775816610752302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011one-week-later.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011...One Week Later'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3bPauyoU7l4/TtbIpkmst4I/AAAAAAAACO0/r3-FzkitaEo/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-5489485280672727699</id><published>2011-11-22T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T12:14:04.037-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><title type='text'>Thankfully</title><content type='html'>Y'all, I swear Thanksgiving arrives a little faster every year. But I sure do love this time of year because to me, there is nothing not to love. Can anyone out there tell me that they don't love stuffing their faces with yummy goodness that only comes once a year? Or that you don't enjoy spending time with friends and family that you may not see a lot of? OR even if you're not a food lover or a sentimental person, you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; to enjoy partaking in the madness that is Black Friday :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has truly blessed me with an incredible life. It may not always be easy and effortless. There are bumps and hangups. I cry out in sadness and scream in anger. But at the end of the day, I choose to recognize the blessings. This is the time of year that we make a point to voice what&amp;nbsp;we're thankful for, which is great, but every day is worthy of recognition.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1wZA_ond0s/TsvOPq-m0nI/AAAAAAAACOc/qQEBjOwJ67w/s1600/279012139383977091_WpkPmu8H_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="237px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1wZA_ond0s/TsvOPq-m0nI/AAAAAAAACOc/qQEBjOwJ67w/s320/279012139383977091_WpkPmu8H_c.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229111904/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;strong&gt;Thankfully...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I know the Lord, but even more than that, &lt;strong&gt;He knows me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Psalm 139:1)&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If that was all I had to be thankful for, I'd be in pretty great shape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...I have a God fearing husband whom I love more and more everyday. Some days that decision is a little harder than others, but it never fails. He is a man that chases hard after the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord and in return, loves me as Christ loves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...our family, for the most part,&amp;nbsp;is healthy and happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...we have amaaaaazing friends. Seriously. Could not ask for better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...we have jobs to go to and a place to call home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...we choose what we want to wear and want to eat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...we are awoken by &lt;em&gt;hearing&lt;/em&gt; our alarms and &lt;em&gt;seeing&lt;/em&gt; each others face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This world can be a place that tries to drag us down and force us into a box of negativity, but by choosing to fix my eyes on Jesus, I choose to be thankful for this life. This life is the only one I have to live and I can decide whether to recognize the blessings or the not so great things. When you woke up this morning, did you take a moment to thank God for bringing you to a new day? I didn't. Maybe a few of you did, but chances are, most of us take it for granted. Waking up today, Tuesday, November 22, was a blessing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Speaking for myself, it's time I start living that way. I get so caught up in this hundred mile an hour life, I forget to bow my head, lift my hands and say "thank you" to the God that makes it all possible. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And as cheesy as this is, I am thankful for all those that are reading. Seriously. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Enjoy this week of Thanksgiving! Enjoy the food and&amp;nbsp;the time with friends and family! Enjoy today and tomorrow and the next day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;And in all things, give thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1 Thessalonians 5:18&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-5489485280672727699?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/5489485280672727699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=5489485280672727699&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5489485280672727699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5489485280672727699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/thankfully.html' title='Thankfully'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P1wZA_ond0s/TsvOPq-m0nI/AAAAAAAACOc/qQEBjOwJ67w/s72-c/279012139383977091_WpkPmu8H_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3305652777840105282</id><published>2011-11-21T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T07:22:00.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>According to Pinterest...{Running Edition}</title><content type='html'>I'll be honest, before I started running, I thought runners were crazy. You know the ones I'm talking about. Rain or shine, freezing or unbearably hot, there they were. Running. In bright, loud clothes. Just running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I actually started doing it on a regular basis and I could start to see what the big deal was. I even started to enjoy it. Then yesterday, I got up at 7 a.m. when it was 28 degrees to run 6 miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that I hear on the other side of the monitor? Murmurs of how I'm crazy or that's just insane? Yup, that's what I thought. I thought the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that to say, I get it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAqYkuS5Md0/TsgsOngXwgI/AAAAAAAACN0/YzdKA1PQVoA/s1600/keeprunning.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="199" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAqYkuS5Md0/TsgsOngXwgI/AAAAAAAACN0/YzdKA1PQVoA/s320/keeprunning.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MQhGJ2qIDo/Tsmyg2AT46I/AAAAAAAACN8/FJvMd0F5vQc/s1600/justrun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4MQhGJ2qIDo/Tsmyg2AT46I/AAAAAAAACN8/FJvMd0F5vQc/s320/justrun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/257852683/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7cdhdfP0Kg/Tsmz9KgGCNI/AAAAAAAACOE/_vAMDteMwX0/s1600/ifurun.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H7cdhdfP0Kg/Tsmz9KgGCNI/AAAAAAAACOE/_vAMDteMwX0/s320/ifurun.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/391771149/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcBH3wQo3ms/Tsm0YM0XizI/AAAAAAAACOM/ZqybC9IODjQ/s1600/nogiveup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UcBH3wQo3ms/Tsm0YM0XizI/AAAAAAAACOM/ZqybC9IODjQ/s320/nogiveup.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229078060/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ws7AFIZ2f-E/Tsm0nxUCH3I/AAAAAAAACOU/myIi9IcOV4w/s1600/18014467229078055_JFWUVbfV_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ws7AFIZ2f-E/Tsm0nxUCH3I/AAAAAAAACOU/myIi9IcOV4w/s320/18014467229078055_JFWUVbfV_c.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/18014467229078055/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I totally get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3305652777840105282?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3305652777840105282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3305652777840105282&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3305652777840105282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3305652777840105282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/according-to-pinterestrunning-edition.html' title='According to Pinterest...{Running Edition}'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WAqYkuS5Md0/TsgsOngXwgI/AAAAAAAACN0/YzdKA1PQVoA/s72-c/keeprunning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4051905838910549236</id><published>2011-11-18T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T12:43:39.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch-Up Post</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's been a whole week since my last post! Crazy!&amp;nbsp; I should probably write a "real" post, but this is all I have the brain power for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;. Thanksgiving is less than a week away. How is that possible? Where did this year go? I remember as a kid having my parents/grandparents tell me that the older you get, the faster your life goes. Of course I scoffed at this because my birthday and Christmas always seemed ages away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knew...they did know what they were talking about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I looooove Thanksgiving! There is nothing not to love; yummy food and time with friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;. Taylor Swift is awesome. I had the chance to go see her here in Charlotte this past Wednesday night, and hands down, best concert. Ever. She is amazing and I'm so sure that we could be best friends if given the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2jjXTMMkBE/TsaLJz0xkrI/AAAAAAAACNg/d6OXDftZBTI/s1600/DSC_0299.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2jjXTMMkBE/TsaLJz0xkrI/AAAAAAAACNg/d6OXDftZBTI/s400/DSC_0299.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;. I had a lapse of sanity a couple of weeks ago and agreed to do a half marathon. Half. Marathon. 13.1 miles. What was I thinking? My wonderful, sweet friend Brooke somehow tricked me into thinking this was a great idea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I kidding?&amp;nbsp; I am actually really excited about running this particular race...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA6C-Eczco4/TsaEYZGLM7I/AAAAAAAACNY/KQt47X-h-Vg/s1600/Disney+Princess+Half.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cA6C-Eczco4/TsaEYZGLM7I/AAAAAAAACNY/KQt47X-h-Vg/s320/Disney+Princess+Half.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The race is taking place on February 26 and it will take me from now until then to be able to run 13 miles comfortably...it's that .1 that I'm worried about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I totally see us wearing tutu's and tiaras! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;. Y'all have no idea how excited I was when the official trailer for "The Hunger Games" was released on Monday. And please don't judge me when I say that when I saw it gave me goosebumps. I cannot wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fye5Nwe4qeI" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; My friend Whitney is unbelievable and believes and supports me in only a way that only a best friend can. She knows how much I would love to have a career in the college basketball world as a writer and she decided that she should buy me a domain name...unbelievable. Check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmorethanmarch.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="59" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ssEXv7vJR5M/TsaY5ljqSBI/AAAAAAAACNo/FVmab98zBnQ/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I am blessed by amazing friends that's for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIX&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is a random post and I will end on a random number. It's Friday and next week is a short week that once over will allow me to pull out all of our Christmas decorations! EEK! Cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4051905838910549236?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4051905838910549236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4051905838910549236&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4051905838910549236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4051905838910549236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/catch-up-post.html' title='Catch-Up Post'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q2jjXTMMkBE/TsaLJz0xkrI/AAAAAAAACNg/d6OXDftZBTI/s72-c/DSC_0299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7166604675564874705</id><published>2011-11-11T12:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T12:35:44.294-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tar heel obsession'/><title type='text'>11.11.11</title><content type='html'>Back in August, I &lt;a href="http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/more-than-march.html"&gt;posted&lt;/a&gt; about starting a blog that would deal solely on the topic of college basketball. Well, here we are three months later, and it's finally starting to take shape. It's shockingly difficult for me to write about my favorite sport when it's not happening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I&amp;nbsp;will try to keep my references and posts regarding Carolina on here to a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;minimum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, but I make no promises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://morethanmarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="73px" nda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T06OrQ9M1G4/Tr1ZVgLwb2I/AAAAAAAACMc/jM205Y0m4JA/s400/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's matchup with the Michigan State Spartans was strategically scheduled to fall on Veterans Day because &lt;a href="http://morethanmarch.blogspot.com/2011/11/this-game.html"&gt;this game&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is one to honor the men and women who have&amp;nbsp;fought for our freedom.&amp;nbsp;And it was only fitting to have the first game to&amp;nbsp;ever be&amp;nbsp;played on an U.S. Navy aircraft carrier&amp;nbsp;to be played on a day when we &lt;a href="http://morethanmarch.blogspot.com/2011/11/recognizing-today.html"&gt;recognize&lt;/a&gt; and remember those who serve.&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4NyWM6nNzE/Tr1avhICLHI/AAAAAAAACMk/eImMXsT7VT8/s1600/437228007_ipgTNyDX_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" nda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Z4NyWM6nNzE/Tr1avhICLHI/AAAAAAAACMk/eImMXsT7VT8/s320/437228007_ipgTNyDX_c.jpg" width="256px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/437228007/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My sincerest thank you to the Veterans and current military personnel and their families. Your sacrifice is unbelievable and I am eternally grateful for you all. ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please visit &lt;a href="http://morethanmarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;More Than March&lt;/a&gt; and leave me an encouraging word, even if you're not a basketball fan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday everyone!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7166604675564874705?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7166604675564874705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7166604675564874705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7166604675564874705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7166604675564874705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/111111.html' title='11.11.11'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-T06OrQ9M1G4/Tr1ZVgLwb2I/AAAAAAAACMc/jM205Y0m4JA/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6214291356354439951</id><published>2011-11-09T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T10:33:39.181-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Birthday Road Trip Recap!</title><content type='html'>I always feel like I'm the most boring person when I start any sort of recaps. I don't mean to be if I am, but y'all please tell me if boredom is the overwhelming emotion that you're feeling when this is all said and done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmkay thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, Andrew and I hit the road and rolled into Pigeon Forge just in time for lunch. Let me tell you, when I saw the sign reflecting the name of my favorite Mexican food restaurant from Winston-Salem, it was all I could do not to propel myself out of the window!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPc0QDu6QQM/TriCIj6F-oI/AAAAAAAACK0/TpudxlWkSq0/s1600/DSC_0022.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPc0QDu6QQM/TriCIj6F-oI/AAAAAAAACK0/TpudxlWkSq0/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It wasn't quite as delicious as it's Winston counterpart, but it hit the spot! And next to it was this little gem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxYO_C62Sjs/TriCinl2aXI/AAAAAAAACK8/eyiYoFkEXxg/s1600/DSC_0024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gxYO_C62Sjs/TriCinl2aXI/AAAAAAAACK8/eyiYoFkEXxg/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I learned that in this area, the word "antiques" takes on a whole new meaning. Someone should probably tell them that anything Lauren Conrad related is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was done meandering and mocking, we hopped back into the car in search of the Christmas Inn! After seeing what a few of the other hotels down the main strip looked like, I was afraid that the pictures we had seen would be fictitious. I need not worry, because when we pulled up, this is what we were greeted with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrWM9mjN_Dw/TriDx1v5Q7I/AAAAAAAACLE/5-2AJYk39nc/s1600/DSC_0029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IrWM9mjN_Dw/TriDx1v5Q7I/AAAAAAAACLE/5-2AJYk39nc/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And our room couldn't have been more perfect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sR5KbVpvQPU/TriPMRBRx4I/AAAAAAAACLM/iVTkD9k4FSw/s1600/DSC_0035.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sR5KbVpvQPU/TriPMRBRx4I/AAAAAAAACLM/iVTkD9k4FSw/s320/DSC_0035.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WIzNoNGuk0/TriPc9Z20KI/AAAAAAAACLU/hT26WW6zvKI/s1600/DSC_0030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4WIzNoNGuk0/TriPc9Z20KI/AAAAAAAACLU/hT26WW6zvKI/s320/DSC_0030.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On Friday, we headed to Gatlinburg for lunch and to the Smokey Mountains. It was overcast and cool, but to me, it was perfect! And let me tell you, if you have never been to Gatlinburg, you HAVE to go. It's the ideal mixture of hillbilly delight and mountain beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvaRaiz9f_w/TrqWB2PftcI/AAAAAAAACLc/wEEFdXLTVrE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VvaRaiz9f_w/TrqWB2PftcI/AAAAAAAACLc/wEEFdXLTVrE/s320/photo.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR7Ebd-E26Q/TrqWT_HRJqI/AAAAAAAACLk/ztLaUHZY_0U/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LR7Ebd-E26Q/TrqWT_HRJqI/AAAAAAAACLk/ztLaUHZY_0U/s320/photo1.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Sadly, I didn't get a street shot of the "main strip" while we were there, but I assure you that a picture would not have done it justice. Afterwards, we headed to the outlets which were no joke because there is no way to&amp;nbsp;go through the whole thing in one day. We got some good&amp;nbsp;deals and a Christmas present for our nephew, so I consider that a fairly productive endeavour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Friday night we had an inexpensive dinner since we had already spent too much money and joined in the Inn's&amp;nbsp;marshmallow roasting. There is just something about eating a marshmallow that had been on fire just moments earlier that makes my heart smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KokX6errSuQ/TrqapCRgecI/AAAAAAAACLs/QUHrCwyNaTU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KokX6errSuQ/TrqapCRgecI/AAAAAAAACLs/QUHrCwyNaTU/s320/photo.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pure happiness right there&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2i6gAypSzhI/Trqa0DnSo-I/AAAAAAAACL0/WbHp63qTHK0/s1600/photo1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="126px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2i6gAypSzhI/Trqa0DnSo-I/AAAAAAAACL0/WbHp63qTHK0/s320/photo1.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;pretty fire pit&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmiIenXikQ0/Trqa2zUbHYI/AAAAAAAACL8/IbvkDLHtx4s/s1600/photo2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmiIenXikQ0/Trqa2zUbHYI/AAAAAAAACL8/IbvkDLHtx4s/s320/photo2.JPG" width="284px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿After breakfast on Saturday morning, we headed back to Charlotte, but not before stopping for a few more&amp;nbsp;pictures&amp;nbsp;of the amazing fall colors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKsJZC63Vo0/TrqbmyuQcKI/AAAAAAAACME/BqCleNyPLCk/s1600/photo4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qKsJZC63Vo0/TrqbmyuQcKI/AAAAAAAACME/BqCleNyPLCk/s320/photo4.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEoCcgvbyN4/TrqcQeJH8-I/AAAAAAAACMM/Qd1UgdzZSpc/s1600/photo5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uEoCcgvbyN4/TrqcQeJH8-I/AAAAAAAACMM/Qd1UgdzZSpc/s320/photo5.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And I obviously one of me doing something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-di36FudbDV8/TrqcSSnoMwI/AAAAAAAACMU/a33KIVbJiW4/s1600/photo3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-di36FudbDV8/TrqcSSnoMwI/AAAAAAAACMU/a33KIVbJiW4/s320/photo3.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ridiculous, I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's it, my&amp;nbsp;birthday trip recap! Hopefull y'all are still awake :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been to the Smokies? Any suggestions for next time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6214291356354439951?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6214291356354439951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6214291356354439951&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6214291356354439951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6214291356354439951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/birthday-road-trip-recap.html' title='Birthday Road Trip Recap!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aPc0QDu6QQM/TriCIj6F-oI/AAAAAAAACK0/TpudxlWkSq0/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2557597571218777235</id><published>2011-11-03T07:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T07:45:00.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvxy_wJYiLs/TrIAn7PrE4I/AAAAAAAACKM/c6By6SDC5WY/s1600/Sparks+Lane+at+Sunset%252C+Cades+Cove%252C+Great+Smoky+Mountains+National+Park%252C+Tennessee.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvxy_wJYiLs/TrIAn7PrE4I/AAAAAAAACKM/c6By6SDC5WY/s400/Sparks+Lane+at+Sunset%252C+Cades+Cove%252C+Great+Smoky+Mountains+National+Park%252C+Tennessee.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://wallpapers.bassq.nl/Nature%20Scenes/Great%20Smoky%20Mountains/index.html#12"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Andrew and I are hitting the road tomorrow with a final destination of eastern Tennessee! I'm really excited because we're staying here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBJ2Uzd4x74/TrICKCz-bVI/AAAAAAAACKU/KcT2LITMfag/s1600/inn-at-night-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dBJ2Uzd4x74/TrICKCz-bVI/AAAAAAAACKU/KcT2LITMfag/s400/inn-at-night-2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://christmasplace.files.wordpress.com/2008/04/inn-at-night-2.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The Christmas Inn in Pigeon Forge! I love Christmas. Love. It. And when Andrew was first telling me about this place, as soon as I learned that there was a Christmas tree in every room, I was sold! I'm excited to get away for a few days with my sweet husband, go somewhere fun and just be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this will be in my hand as we make our way to this lovely weekend getaway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71H1m2UfLFw/TrIDc8ok0eI/AAAAAAAACKc/sR96Iw4p1Sg/s1600/428790211_0FgdE7mR_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-71H1m2UfLFw/TrIDc8ok0eI/AAAAAAAACKc/sR96Iw4p1Sg/s400/428790211_0FgdE7mR_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://weheartit.com/entry/12997237"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I mean, it's only right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2557597571218777235?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2557597571218777235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2557597571218777235&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2557597571218777235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2557597571218777235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/11/on-road-again.html' title='On the Road Again'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yvxy_wJYiLs/TrIAn7PrE4I/AAAAAAAACKM/c6By6SDC5WY/s72-c/Sparks+Lane+at+Sunset%252C+Cades+Cove%252C+Great+Smoky+Mountains+National+Park%252C+Tennessee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2447074329262424556</id><published>2011-10-28T10:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T10:48:19.635-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Things That Made This Week Absolutely Rock</title><content type='html'>Well hello Friday! I'm so glad you're here. This week at work was CRAZY and by CRAZY, I mean the most hectic, busy, insane week since I've been here. But here we are at Friday once again and only 1 day away from my birthday{insert a little happy chair dance}! And despite the aforementioned work insanity, this week has been awesome because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt;. It's my birthday week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6RJRM9ckjk/TqqnhhiO-pI/AAAAAAAACJQ/em7DvW8OePs/s1600/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+WEEK_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="309px" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6RJRM9ckjk/TqqnhhiO-pI/AAAAAAAACJQ/em7DvW8OePs/s320/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+WEEK_.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As I've said before, I am very much like a child when it comes to my birthday and Christmas. I love any excuse for presents and celebrating with friends and family. And I am extremely supportive of stretching my birthday celebration out past one day because, hello, is one day ever really enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt;. My oldest best friend asked me to be a bridesmaid! This totally tops birthday week! Whitney and I have known each other since the 4th grade and though we don't see each other nearly as much as we want, she is still one of my very best friends. Time and life have fought to pull us apart, but we're tough and&amp;nbsp;fought harder.﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jN1AeDFPV1s/Tqq1xs418YI/AAAAAAAACJY/k_4gwB9CYS0/s1600/Whitney+and+Ryan+in+Tub.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jN1AeDFPV1s/Tqq1xs418YI/AAAAAAAACJY/k_4gwB9CYS0/s320/Whitney+and+Ryan+in+Tub.jpeg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have no idea what we were thinking, but we had fun doing it&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&amp;nbsp; ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcff1Cdwlvs/Tqq1zCZmmLI/AAAAAAAACJg/WtmeecGpaoo/s1600/photo.2JPG.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Kcff1Cdwlvs/Tqq1zCZmmLI/AAAAAAAACJg/WtmeecGpaoo/s320/photo.2JPG.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last summer at Hilton Head. The bush behind Whitney was a tad prickly&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkqjCdhuqA/Tqq1058uTNI/AAAAAAAACJo/Y6R2ApaI494/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QYkqjCdhuqA/Tqq1058uTNI/AAAAAAAACJo/Y6R2ApaI494/s320/photo.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;4th of July this year&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt;. I finished the&amp;nbsp;newest Nicholas Sparks&amp;nbsp;book, "The Best of Me"&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS-5X41cYFs/Tqq6vLQPYRI/AAAAAAAACJw/3pHhq-KG3xA/s1600/99545597.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kS-5X41cYFs/Tqq6vLQPYRI/AAAAAAAACJw/3pHhq-KG3xA/s1600/99545597.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/best-of-me-nicholas-sparks/1029871497"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;It was a good read, but I did not love the ending. I would still recommend it though if you like his books because it holds your interest and&amp;nbsp;like most of his books, it's emotional enough to&amp;nbsp;keep you wondering what's going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;The first Carolina basketball game is tonight! And though it may merely be an exhibition game, I am ready for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UDVPSJDbZ4/Tqq9KjrnF7I/AAAAAAAACJ4/IRN-xuWAPYE/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7UDVPSJDbZ4/Tqq9KjrnF7I/AAAAAAAACJ4/IRN-xuWAPYE/s320/photo.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And that also means that November 11 is that much closer! 2 weeks and counting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love college basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE&lt;/strong&gt;. And per usual, my sweet husband always makes my week better than I could imagine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AkxlE9hKNCI/TqrAKIh4lHI/AAAAAAAACKA/Tu-CeU8n5vU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AkxlE9hKNCI/TqrAKIh4lHI/AAAAAAAACKA/Tu-CeU8n5vU/s320/photo.JPG" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Friday y'all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2447074329262424556?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2447074329262424556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2447074329262424556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2447074329262424556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2447074329262424556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/things-that-made-this-week-absolutely.html' title='Things That Made This Week Absolutely Rock'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C6RJRM9ckjk/TqqnhhiO-pI/AAAAAAAACJQ/em7DvW8OePs/s72-c/HAPPY+BIRTHDAY+WEEK_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2352160616960839873</id><published>2011-10-25T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T19:59:19.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Week!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_rJgRtbr3A/TqdIZcVeIWI/AAAAAAAACJI/L9wt4VqQ-18/s1600/tumblr_lpdtq5cvMA1qafwtjo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_rJgRtbr3A/TqdIZcVeIWI/AAAAAAAACJI/L9wt4VqQ-18/s400/tumblr_lpdtq5cvMA1qafwtjo1_500.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://carriedaway1.tumblr.com/post/8454790575/life-motto"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Hard to believe my 26th birthday is taking place in a mere 4 days {technically 3 days and 1 wake-up, but who's counting?}! It does not seem possible because most days I feel like I'm a teenager trying to figure out life as opposed to the 20-something, married, home-owner that I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is such a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for at least the next 4 days, I will use "...but it's my birthday" whenever I see fit. There are only so many times in life when it can be "all about you" and I am a firm supporter of birthdays being one of those times.&amp;nbsp; And for that reason alone, I will live by the quote above!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday week to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2352160616960839873?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2352160616960839873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2352160616960839873&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2352160616960839873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2352160616960839873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/birthday-week.html' title='Birthday Week!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-k_rJgRtbr3A/TqdIZcVeIWI/AAAAAAAACJI/L9wt4VqQ-18/s72-c/tumblr_lpdtq5cvMA1qafwtjo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3233546730751437562</id><published>2011-10-23T15:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T19:30:32.565-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>That Toddlin' Town</title><content type='html'>I miss Chicago.&amp;nbsp; No exaggeration. There is not a day that goes by where I don't think about it and how I wish we were there again or going back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream about the pizza. Okay, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; may be an exaggeration, but it was good enough that it's only a slight one. There was something about that city that neither of us can seem to shake. I figured by this point I'd have gotten over it, but that doesn't seem to be happening anytime soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZbzomwxy0E/TqNaQ4uuAII/AAAAAAAACIk/b7FelPvtqbw/s1600/367233324_FLUrazkt_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZbzomwxy0E/TqNaQ4uuAII/AAAAAAAACIk/b7FelPvtqbw/s320/367233324_FLUrazkt_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/38690577/i-heart-chicago-embroidered-vintage-map"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC8foqIuJtA/TqNacVo2FGI/AAAAAAAACIs/YLZnK-V_5WQ/s1600/223537857_KwtHEiJv_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eC8foqIuJtA/TqNacVo2FGI/AAAAAAAACIs/YLZnK-V_5WQ/s320/223537857_KwtHEiJv_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/367917022/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FtnKytf-vY/TqRjS7HyckI/AAAAAAAACI4/1-CqHH_IRxY/s1600/DSC_0036.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6FtnKytf-vY/TqRjS7HyckI/AAAAAAAACI4/1-CqHH_IRxY/s320/DSC_0036.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBRd0jYVxIU/TqRkLyO2zKI/AAAAAAAACJA/1RTx6uZueWg/s1600/DSC_0136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="146" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HBRd0jYVxIU/TqRkLyO2zKI/AAAAAAAACJA/1RTx6uZueWg/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would love Chicago as much as I did. I am anxiously awaiting the next time we can go again and I must say, I'm not being too patient about it. If you haven't gone, you should. The pizza will make it worth it. I promise you that. It's an awesome city and we only got to see a fraction of it's splendor. There is so much to do and see and the 5 days we were there were not nearly enough. There are talks about heading back there next summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my kind of town, Chicago is my kind of town, Chicago is...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and each time I roam, Chicago is calling me home, Chicago is...-Frank Sinatra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3233546730751437562?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3233546730751437562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3233546730751437562&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3233546730751437562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3233546730751437562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/that-toddlin-town.html' title='That Toddlin&apos; Town'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wZbzomwxy0E/TqNaQ4uuAII/AAAAAAAACIk/b7FelPvtqbw/s72-c/367233324_FLUrazkt_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3507663029323860423</id><published>2011-10-17T20:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T06:25:56.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.v.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Little Did We Know</title><content type='html'>So the other day I was watching one of the multiple episodes of "Friends" I have stored up on our DVR and a thought struck me; little did those actors/actresses, producers and all the other people that were involved in that show know just what they were in store for when the pilot aired September 22, 1994.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx1QumZp4oU/TpzGOrAkhNI/AAAAAAAACIc/-jVreOvV9Vc/s1600/friends" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="127" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx1QumZp4oU/TpzGOrAkhNI/AAAAAAAACIc/-jVreOvV9Vc/s400/friends" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/l/tv/us/img/site/43/58/0000034358_20061020194642.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;How would they know that "how you doin?" would become a household phrase and that "the Rachel" would become the most requested haircut in the 90's? When this show started out, it was just a sitcom, but it became a way of life. These "friends" became the people that we would laugh and cry with for a decade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This of course snowballed into an analogy for life. Think of your best friend. Think of your significant other. When you met them, chances are, you had no idea what would come from that meeting. You would not know that when you shook their hand or said "hello" for the first time that your life would be changed forever. There is no way for you to know that, but that's the point. That's what life and living is for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave it a chance. Relationships need time to develop and grow. My "love" for "Friends" didn't happen after the first episode I watched. It probably took a couple of episodes for me to realize just how awesome it is. Same thing with friendships/marriage. The first few times a meeting or conversation took place, there would have been no way for me to know that I was talking to a lifelong best friend or the man I'm going to marry. It takes time, effort and some give and take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes things are a little "off". Sometimes the jokes aren't funny. That doesn't translate into a reason for giving up. It's a reason to remember why the relationship started. A reason to remember that things aren't always perfect, but there's always the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds strange that I derived all of this from a show that has been over for 7 years {and that fact makes me feel old}, but I hope you see my point. Life is full of the unexpected, but you never know where that unexpected may take you. What may start out as just another run of the mill show, may turn into a comedy that all others are measured against. This day could very well be the start of something you could have never seen coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may want to see how it goes and where it takes you. It could be more than you could have ever expected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3507663029323860423?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3507663029323860423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3507663029323860423&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3507663029323860423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3507663029323860423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/little-did-we-know.html' title='Little Did We Know'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mx1QumZp4oU/TpzGOrAkhNI/AAAAAAAACIc/-jVreOvV9Vc/s72-c/friends' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2573143486245173151</id><published>2011-10-16T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T18:09:53.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Fall...Please Slow Down!</title><content type='html'>Is anyone else shocked that we're almost halfway through October?&amp;nbsp; This is one of my most favorite months and so I would love if I could slow it down just a little bit, but sadly, that's not the way life works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month has been filled with friends, food and football...all of the things that make fall the most wonderful season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUfL13ArE70/Tps1e0DgoFI/AAAAAAAACHk/bFpGNAOf9cU/s1600/DSC_0055.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="236" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUfL13ArE70/Tps1e0DgoFI/AAAAAAAACHk/bFpGNAOf9cU/s400/DSC_0055.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9hDZ-pXqg/TptRtJWUDnI/AAAAAAAACHs/TgBPlqKnSps/s1600/DSC_0069.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZX9hDZ-pXqg/TptRtJWUDnI/AAAAAAAACHs/TgBPlqKnSps/s400/DSC_0069.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUppc8XDwao/TptSLpbD7KI/AAAAAAAACH0/e3B5GD4TIFs/s1600/DSC_0102.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oUppc8XDwao/TptSLpbD7KI/AAAAAAAACH0/e3B5GD4TIFs/s400/DSC_0102.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzeT03eIiOw/TptTPhO62yI/AAAAAAAACIE/VjYG2Bx62hQ/s1600/DSC_0562.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="397" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VzeT03eIiOw/TptTPhO62yI/AAAAAAAACIE/VjYG2Bx62hQ/s400/DSC_0562.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aIP29a7NLE/TptTRgNX21I/AAAAAAAACIM/O16RiZmCm_8/s1600/DSC_0637_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="378" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9aIP29a7NLE/TptTRgNX21I/AAAAAAAACIM/O16RiZmCm_8/s400/DSC_0637_1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in Charlotte has been amazing and I am savoring every bit of autumn that I can. We're hoping to get up to the mountains sometime in the next couple of weeks which will just serve as the icing on the cake. And although I am loving fall so much, I have to confess to you guys and tell you that I did in fact buy 2 Christmas items from Marshall's yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Only hand towels for the bathroom, but Christmas nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, who am I kidding? I was positively giddy checking out with those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope fall has been wonderful for y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2573143486245173151?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2573143486245173151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2573143486245173151&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2573143486245173151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2573143486245173151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/dear-fallplease-slow-down.html' title='Dear Fall...Please Slow Down!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RUfL13ArE70/Tps1e0DgoFI/AAAAAAAACHk/bFpGNAOf9cU/s72-c/DSC_0055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6969326137911755541</id><published>2011-10-13T19:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T19:03:20.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdWE9sgePYY/TpdtjCiPh4I/AAAAAAAACHM/5I1p7G0WU6s/s1600/240848465_62t6qGCx_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdWE9sgePYY/TpdtjCiPh4I/AAAAAAAACHM/5I1p7G0WU6s/s320/240848465_62t6qGCx_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;True story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back after this crazy week has come to a close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I miss you guys :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6969326137911755541?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6969326137911755541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6969326137911755541&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6969326137911755541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6969326137911755541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/i-promise.html' title='I Promise!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DdWE9sgePYY/TpdtjCiPh4I/AAAAAAAACHM/5I1p7G0WU6s/s72-c/240848465_62t6qGCx_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4630475266330153588</id><published>2011-10-06T07:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T09:35:08.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>A Walking Contradiction</title><content type='html'>Marriage can change moment to moment. The core aspects remain, but some times are more serious than others and vice versa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after 3 years of marriage, I've learned that's okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times, I've tried to compare myself to other wives and Andrew to other husbands. Keep in mind that some of these said "wives" and "husbands" read from scripts in front of cameras, but that's besides the point. I try to &lt;strike&gt;fit&lt;/strike&gt; shove us into a mold that the world has made. Big mistake. Huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My command is this: Love each other as I have loved you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;if you belonged to the world, it would love you as its own. As it is, you do not belong to the world, but I have chosen you out of the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--&lt;span class="woj"&gt;John 15:12 &amp;amp; 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;I know that this world is not what I need to be striving for; it is God's way and God's love that I need to be comparing myself and my marriage to. But the real life marriages that I'm around and witness, we {Andrew and I} can learn and be blessed by those. God has placed those couples in our life for that very reason and I pray we don't let those opportunities to grow pass us by.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;My marriage and my life with Andrew is indescribable. He can drive me crazy and make me slam doors. He also is the one that holds me and prays for and with me. He "dances" and sings silly songs to cheer me up and to entertain me...and sometimes himself. He makes me laugh, smile, think and praise God daily for him. He pushes me and listens to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;He loves me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;He is my best friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Marriage, like life, is what you make of it. It can be stressful and wonderful all at the same time. It is a walking contradiction. Too often, I let my work day or other outside factors drag me down and I don't take the time to remind Andrew how much I love him and how thankful I am that he is mine. I'm trying to work on that and make it a point to be "active" and not just a by stander in my marriage. To give more than just a fleeting kiss or hug in the morning or a perfunctory "I love you" at the end of a conversation or the day. Marriage, like my walk with the Lord, requires effort and my whole heart. They both require constant time, patience and love and neither allow for laziness or for me to be lukewarm. They go hand and hand.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yesterday I heard these words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;When you’re weak, I’ll be strong&lt;br /&gt;When you let go, I’ll hold on&lt;br /&gt;When you need to cry, I swear that I’ll be there to dry your eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you feel lost and scared to death,&lt;br /&gt;Like you can’t take one more step&lt;br /&gt;Just take my hand, together we can do it&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna love you through it.&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;"I'm Gonna Love You Through It" Martina McBride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I thought "those words perfectly describe my relationship with my husband" and then I realized they perfectly describe my relationship with my Father. He is everything I'm not and everything I need and more. &lt;span class="woj"&gt;And He blessed me with a husband that completes me in a way no one else could. Our marriage isn't perfect nor is it like anyone else. We are a work in progress and at times, a walking contradiction.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;But during that walk, we're both holding onto each other and the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdVXDVNYCf0/To0DBKw5GTI/AAAAAAAACHI/J3AZm1zhvok/s1600/DSC_0511+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdVXDVNYCf0/To0DBKw5GTI/AAAAAAAACHI/J3AZm1zhvok/s400/DSC_0511+copy.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4630475266330153588?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4630475266330153588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4630475266330153588&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4630475266330153588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4630475266330153588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/10/walking-contradiction.html' title='A Walking Contradiction'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UdVXDVNYCf0/To0DBKw5GTI/AAAAAAAACHI/J3AZm1zhvok/s72-c/DSC_0511+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6307316805614783089</id><published>2011-09-29T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T09:56:37.376-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>This Time Last Year</title><content type='html'>For some unexplained reason, I started thinking about this time a year ago last&amp;nbsp;night. And at first this thought process started out very simple and without a lot of substance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I kept thinking about it, mulled it over and came to several realizations with the most significant being this; God makes a way when there doesn't seem to be one. I have no doubt that I've said that before, but I need to be reminded of it constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time last year, I was &lt;a href="http://www.acarolinalove.com/2010/09/lies-fear-avoidance.html"&gt;panicking&lt;/a&gt; over the fact that in less than two months, I would be out of a job. I really and truly wanted to trust God entirely during this season of unknowing, but if I'm being honest, there were &lt;strike&gt;one&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;two&lt;/strike&gt; a few nights of not sleeping well. Prayers were prayed, encouraging words were given and upbeat sayings were said, but at the end of the day, this was an opportunity for me to realize that I am in control of nothing in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A person’s days are determined; You have decreed the number of his months &lt;br /&gt;and have set limits he cannot exceed&lt;/em&gt;.. Job 14:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;To some, that verse may seem like an odd or funny choice considering I'm talking about potential unemployment, but I think it provides the perfect summation of our time here on earth. God has already determined our days and He has set lines that cannot be crossed. So why in the world would I think that He hasn't determined something as small {in regards to the grand scheme of things} as a job? As nervous and terrified {no exaggeration} as I was during this time, I really and truly believed that if it was God's will for me not to have a job immediately after my current one ended, it was for a reason. There was a lesson for me to learn and as you know, the lessons that God has prepared, are usually the hardest ones and the the ones that change your life the most. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I constantly prayed that my heart would be ready to receive the lesson. I probably prayed more for that than for a job itself. And that's the honest truth. If I did not have a job,&amp;nbsp;both Andrew and I would be stretched&amp;nbsp;in ways that we had never experienced. It would &lt;strong&gt;force&lt;/strong&gt; us to rely completely on God&amp;nbsp;and His provisions and we would have to be prepared and ready for that because the enemy would have been posed to attack. Realizing that some of you may be thinking that we should already rely on God completely, I can tell you that is an area that we're both continually working on and that's the reason I believed He would choose to bless us with that lesson rather than a job for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Out of all the prayers that were prayed throughout the months leading up to the end of 2010, God chose to bless me with a job. I was in awe and unbelievably thankful because I have no doubt that this job opportunity was thoughtfully and carefully prepared for me by Him. This job has also had it's moments of stretching me and falling into God's arms because there were times I didn't know if I had the strength to get through another day. And sometimes, I still have to stop and realize where I am in my life and how far God has brought me and how far I still need to go. I know that this job was not something I earned or something I deserved, but a blessing He orchestrated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Seasons of unknowing and seasons of pruning are some of the&amp;nbsp;hardest ones that we'll go through while on earth. Trusting the unseen is tough and relying on hands we can't physically feel to guide us through life seems crazy. But that is what faith is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;/em&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;God&amp;nbsp;watchs over every step I take, but He does not&amp;nbsp;keep track of my missteps and I praise Him moment by moment for that because my missteps are many. But His grace is abundant. &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="237px" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLbI38Sdcfk/ToR4SuwbAkI/AAAAAAAACHA/kLiDEGEjRgw/s320/191558976_C3iJKQjo_c.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/191558976/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6307316805614783089?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6307316805614783089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6307316805614783089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6307316805614783089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6307316805614783089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/this-time-last-year.html' title='This Time Last Year'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eLbI38Sdcfk/ToR4SuwbAkI/AAAAAAAACHA/kLiDEGEjRgw/s72-c/191558976_C3iJKQjo_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2056194041280584219</id><published>2011-09-23T09:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:31:43.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><title type='text'>Happy First Day of Fall!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;It's officially here! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dw_HCAYwL8c/TnyCA4gFfxI/AAAAAAAACG8/VyRWimP98mw/s1600/6122474926_8f903fea37_z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="640px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dw_HCAYwL8c/TnyCA4gFfxI/AAAAAAAACG8/VyRWimP98mw/s640/6122474926_8f903fea37_z.jpg" width="512px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/216034468/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Though I have already been indulging in delicious pumpkin treats, I think it's imperative to ring in this wonderful season with&amp;nbsp;a warm slice of pumpkin bread. The next couple of weeks will be filled with football games and mountain leaves and I am positively giddy just thinking about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;This is a wonderful season with fun traditions, flavors, colors and clothes. There is nothing that I don't love about autumn except that it's too short. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Happy Fall Y'all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2056194041280584219?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2056194041280584219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2056194041280584219&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2056194041280584219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2056194041280584219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/happy-first-day-of-fall.html' title='Happy First Day of Fall!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dw_HCAYwL8c/TnyCA4gFfxI/AAAAAAAACG8/VyRWimP98mw/s72-c/6122474926_8f903fea37_z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4806351463258667928</id><published>2011-09-21T14:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T14:21:15.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>If I'm Being Honest</title><content type='html'>Honesty is the key to any and all good relationships, and as such, I feel the need to share some things with you, my wonderful readers. And before you start reading the list below, remember that in all relationships, you have to take the good with the bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I really hope you all remain&amp;nbsp; my wonderful readers after reading some of these somewhat embarassing admissions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I'm being honest then I should probably tell you guys that I recently&amp;nbsp;lent a friend The Hunger Games series and feeling some serious withdrawal.&amp;nbsp;Keep in mind I've already read them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8yqRScFp68/TmUnroRQNAI/AAAAAAAACEI/i9tpbFTLbq8/s1600/DSC_0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="213px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8yqRScFp68/TmUnroRQNAI/AAAAAAAACEI/i9tpbFTLbq8/s320/DSC_0089.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I'm being honest, the gym and I haven't had the best of relationships lately, but&amp;nbsp;admitting it is the first step. That applies here, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I'm being honest,&amp;nbsp;I'd probably be okay eating cereal or PB&amp;amp;J's for dinner more than just every once in awhile if it wouldn't make me a terrible wife. I'd try to&amp;nbsp;make the PB&amp;amp;J's look like this because that looks way better than an ordinary sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqA7TbBNxAY/TnomUIQ-TNI/AAAAAAAACG4/fgLB5IqIrcs/s1600/214829127_IW5tVF3a_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eqA7TbBNxAY/TnomUIQ-TNI/AAAAAAAACG4/fgLB5IqIrcs/s1600/214829127_IW5tVF3a_c.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/214829127/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;...If I'm being honest, I really need some help with my guitar learning/playing, or lack there of. I'd be willing to argue that trying to teach yourself a musical instrument is one of the hardest things you can do. If you've done it or have any tips, please feel free to share!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I'm being honest, I may or may not have done a little happy dance when Kyle Chandler won an Emmy because it was far from overdue.﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rshEiUvB1J0/TnnoZeGf_kI/AAAAAAAACG0/aYRNjyog9Qs/s1600/friday-night-lights-kyle-chandler-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rshEiUvB1J0/TnnoZeGf_kI/AAAAAAAACG0/aYRNjyog9Qs/s320/friday-night-lights-kyle-chandler-1.jpg" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.zap2it.com/images/tv-EP00848358/friday-night-lights-kyle-chandler-1.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ...If I'm being honest, I tell Andrew every single time I get a new follower on here. Yes, I do realize how sad that is, but I've accepted it. It's exciting me and I think it's worth telling him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I'm being honest, I&amp;nbsp;was so excited that it was raining on my way to work today so that I could use my new windshield wiper blades! No joke and they worked like a dream. Too bad that doesn't stop people from driving like maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...If I'm being honest, I'm already thinking about where&amp;nbsp;our Christmas decorations are going to go this year. I see some changes taking place and I have all of last year's post-season items to remember!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nothing earth shattering to admit on this rainy Wednesday, but hopefully enough to make you laugh a little at my expense.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4806351463258667928?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4806351463258667928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4806351463258667928&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4806351463258667928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4806351463258667928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/if-im-being-honest.html' title='If I&apos;m Being Honest'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8yqRScFp68/TmUnroRQNAI/AAAAAAAACEI/i9tpbFTLbq8/s72-c/DSC_0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6262825632699832346</id><published>2011-09-16T07:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T07:30:01.843-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>It's Elementary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Living He loved me, dying He saved me&lt;br /&gt;And buried He carried my sins far away&lt;br /&gt;Rising He justified freely forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are easy enough to understand, but for me, they are nearly impossible to comprehend and wrap my teeny, tiny brain around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that someone lived makes complete sense. If you're reading this, then you are a breathing, living human being. Even someone loving us is understandable. Sometimes I don't know how Andrew loves me, but I know and trust that he does. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so to recap: someone living and loving us is understandable. Those two things, easily grasped. Now on to the next part...&lt;b&gt;Dying, He saved me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa. It does not matter how many times I've heard, read or sang those words, they always stop me in my tracks. How could the Son of God choose not only to love me despite my shortcomings, but to &lt;b&gt;die&lt;/b&gt; for me so that I could have an everlasting relationship with the Lord. His Father. We all know the story; He died on a cross, He was buried and 3 days later, He rose again. I'm sure you're on the other side of this screen nodding your head and wondering if I have a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I have a point {and I'm not sure I do}, it's this; this should be one of the easiest aspects of our lives to accept, trust and live by. But for me, it's not always as easy as it should be. I do believe it. There is no other explanation for my still being here on this earth except by God's love and grace alone. But every day at some point, I wonder if He does love me because I'm just honestly not sure how He could after all I've done or thought of doing. I forget that on top of dying for me, He bore all my sins. He took the nails for me. And if nothing else, that is why I should live my life that is worthy to be called His.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am honestly laughing a little bit at myself and how very elementary this sounds! Trust that I do realize that, but I also &lt;strike&gt;think&lt;/strike&gt; know that there is someone out there that needs to be reminded of this simple, all consuming, never failing love. Because it's there and it's real. It's a love that can't be fallen out of or outgrown. It's a love that I am so unworthy of, but it's poured out onto me without a second thought. This kind of love is worth having and living for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really, how could you not love someone that took the nails for you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cqdBiPfXhg/TnKX6eLNceI/AAAAAAAACGw/LODenSbsEc8/s1600/OldRuggedCross_Sept06cropBWsmall.sized_.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cqdBiPfXhg/TnKX6eLNceI/AAAAAAAACGw/LODenSbsEc8/s320/OldRuggedCross_Sept06cropBWsmall.sized_.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xJ49O7costY/TbIfEvGvazI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TdOY4pciNY8/s1600/OldRuggedCross_Sept06cropBWsmall.sized_.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Death could not hold Him&lt;br /&gt;The grave could not keep Him from rising again&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6262825632699832346?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6262825632699832346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6262825632699832346&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6262825632699832346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6262825632699832346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/its-elementary.html' title='It&apos;s Elementary'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--cqdBiPfXhg/TnKX6eLNceI/AAAAAAAACGw/LODenSbsEc8/s72-c/OldRuggedCross_Sept06cropBWsmall.sized_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4885650719974952550</id><published>2011-09-15T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T07:47:00.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wish List!</title><content type='html'>There are many times throughout the year I'm sure my husband wonders if he's married to 6-year old. I jump up and down when I'm excited and/or mad; I may or may not through tantrums at really dumb things; and I get really, really pumped up for my birthday and Christmas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I did warn him about all of the above long before we said "I do" and now he's just stuck with it and me. And with that said, my birthday is roughly a month and a half away and I'm already thinking of things that I'd like to bring in the 26th year of my life. Some of the things listed below are things I just want at some point in my life, but birthdays are always a good time to ask for things.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfH0A29s7pU/TnFdUZgBeoI/AAAAAAAACGo/woXYgSnUjnY/s1600/Beeclip.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfH0A29s7pU/TnFdUZgBeoI/AAAAAAAACGo/woXYgSnUjnY/s640/Beeclip.png" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1&lt;/b&gt;...I would LOVE an &lt;a href="http://www.nikonusa.com/Nikon-Products/Product/Flashes/4806/SB-400-Speedlight-Unit.html"&gt;external flash&lt;/a&gt; for our camera! Too bad they're all  upwards of at least $200. Eh, that's why it's called a 'wish list'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt;...And I have actually never used a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/PLR-Resolution-Fluorescent-Polarizer-55-200mm/dp/B002P9FOUU/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1316040775&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt;filter&lt;/a&gt;, but I hear great things and this is actually realistically priced!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;3&lt;/b&gt;...Now that I've decided to give running outside a shot, an &lt;a href="http://store.apple.com/us/product/H2838ZM/A?fnode=MTY1NDA0NA&amp;amp;p=1"&gt;iPhone armband&lt;/a&gt; (3) may have to be a necessary purchase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;4&lt;/b&gt;...This dress is so perfect for fall. Great color and everyone needs a &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Mossimo-174-Women-s-Ultrasoft-Twist-Front-Sweater-Dress-Assorted-Colors/-/A-13566075"&gt;sweater dress&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5&lt;/b&gt;...I'll be honest and tell y'all that I have fallen in love with &lt;a href="http://www.stevemadden.com/Item.aspx?id=42992&amp;amp;np=127_282"&gt;flat riding boots&lt;/a&gt;, but I just can't bring myself to shell out the money. I may just have to suck it up because this love does not seem to be be fading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;...I just love &lt;a href="http://www.footballfanatics.com/COLLEGE_North_Carolina_Tar_Heels_Ladies_Shorts_Pants_And_Skirts/Nike_North_Carolina_Tar_Heels_UNC_Ladies_Charcoal_Team_Logo_Heathered_Capri_Pants"&gt;these&lt;/a&gt; because they look so comfy and hello, they're Carolina. And I need another piece of Carolina clothing like I need a hole in the head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;7&lt;/b&gt;...We just bought the 5th season of "Friday Night Lights" on DVD after watching the others on Netflix. I am not a fan of incomplete sets, so we pretty much have to have the rest of the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Friday-Night-Lights-First-Season/dp/B000RF1QE2/ref=sr_1_2?s=movies-tv&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1316053220&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;seasons&lt;/a&gt;! Sadly, that means we only have to buy 4 more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that concludes my birthday wish list! And don't go rushing out to buy all these things because you have a month and half...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kid, I kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4885650719974952550?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4885650719974952550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4885650719974952550&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4885650719974952550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4885650719974952550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/birthday-wish-list.html' title='Birthday Wish List!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZfH0A29s7pU/TnFdUZgBeoI/AAAAAAAACGo/woXYgSnUjnY/s72-c/Beeclip.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8589667979500218219</id><published>2011-09-14T07:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T22:25:40.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Date!</title><content type='html'>That's right! I finally had my first blog meet up and if I'm being completely honest, I was sooooo excited about meeting Brooke from &lt;a href="http://brightwishes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bright Wishes&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I mean business when I use 5 "o's". That's some serious excitement. We met up for frozen yogurt this afternoon with her gorgeous daughter {no exaggeration there} and just enjoyed the abundant amount of warmth {no worries, the high on Saturday is 68 degrees. Praise the Lord} and talked. She's getting married next month and moving to Virginia, but I really hope to get together at least one more time before that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOqwHPDwCys/TnAGrG5wWgI/AAAAAAAACF8/Og_2SiTfGmg/s1600/DSC_1176.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOqwHPDwCys/TnAGrG5wWgI/AAAAAAAACF8/Og_2SiTfGmg/s400/DSC_1176.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Beautiful Brooke and her equally beautiful daughter!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFIBmV4lZIQ/TnAG3skKi_I/AAAAAAAACGA/vUCxcW_-_cM/s1600/DSC_1155.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="312" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZFIBmV4lZIQ/TnAG3skKi_I/AAAAAAAACGA/vUCxcW_-_cM/s400/DSC_1155.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8wi7-Nl40E/TnAG9TwJ6sI/AAAAAAAACGI/1pRg6LOrz7k/s1600/DSC_1218.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-U8wi7-Nl40E/TnAG9TwJ6sI/AAAAAAAACGI/1pRg6LOrz7k/s400/DSC_1218.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vEi0MHevGE/TnFd9_M9BnI/AAAAAAAACGs/2tzeGVNwPgU/s1600/DSC_1211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8vEi0MHevGE/TnFd9_M9BnI/AAAAAAAACGs/2tzeGVNwPgU/s400/DSC_1211.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcL7-4BAPgw/TnAHAQ7NiVI/AAAAAAAACGM/kxL2c0qThro/s1600/DSC_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NcL7-4BAPgw/TnAHAQ7NiVI/AAAAAAAACGM/kxL2c0qThro/s400/DSC_1252.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oJOG7RdLFs/TnAHNmMt_KI/AAAAAAAACGQ/7iWdi3LX3E0/s1600/DSC_1271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="296" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0oJOG7RdLFs/TnAHNmMt_KI/AAAAAAAACGQ/7iWdi3LX3E0/s400/DSC_1271.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ELYkpUW5bc/TnAHO40aYGI/AAAAAAAACGU/f3_gdRn5Bzw/s1600/DSC_1312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8ELYkpUW5bc/TnAHO40aYGI/AAAAAAAACGU/f3_gdRn5Bzw/s400/DSC_1312.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sweet girl gave me a flower :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbF3PatYuK4/TnAHcKe1SZI/AAAAAAAACGY/rAaQ_BdOKqI/s1600/DSC_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NbF3PatYuK4/TnAHcKe1SZI/AAAAAAAACGY/rAaQ_BdOKqI/s400/DSC_1358.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brooke was so incredibly sweet and I'm thankful that we got to finally "meet". It's pretty awesome to meet the person that sits on the other side of the monitor, typing words and posting pictures. To hug that person and talk face to face is truly a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8589667979500218219?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8589667979500218219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8589667979500218219&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8589667979500218219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8589667979500218219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/my-first-blog-date.html' title='My First Blog Date!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QOqwHPDwCys/TnAGrG5wWgI/AAAAAAAACF8/Og_2SiTfGmg/s72-c/DSC_1176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4855224838289120287</id><published>2011-09-13T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T08:10:54.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Me</title><content type='html'>We've all heard the phrase "if I knew then what I know now...". But we all know that what we go through makes us who we are and so sometimes it's good that we didn't know then what we know now.&amp;nbsp; Though I somewhat despise the quote "whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger" for my own reasons,&amp;nbsp; I do understand the gist of it what it means. But I've been thinking about what I would say if I could write a letter and send it to myself 10 years ago, and though there are many more then what's listed below, these are probably the most significant...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't give up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. The things that are worth it, don't come easily. And if someone tells you that you can't do something, just let that fuel the fire that is driving you to where you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Enjoy the days you have at Mount Tabor High School&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. The whole time I was in high school, all I could think was how much I wanted to be out of it. Now that I'm an adult with bills and a full time job, I wonder what the heck was wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Just because they're considered "popular", doesn't mean you should try to fit into their mold of what's cool or acceptable&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I wasted too much time trying to be classified as one of the popular girls friends. Why? I have no clue. At the time it seemed really important and very necessary, but here I am, 9 years later, and thankful that I wasn't part of that crowd. I am who I am and that is awkward, loud more often than not, and not stylish by anyone standards. And that's okay. It may not have been then, but if you learn to love yourself at 16, you're doing pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Be the friend, daughter and granddaughter that you would want&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Praise God this is something that didn't have to be accomplished by graduation and I have time to improve this. But in high school, there is an abundant amount of time to devote to these things. Work hard to be there for your friends and harder to visit your grandparents and family members. Life goes by faster than you ever think it will and moments spent with them is precious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Loving God may not be "cool", but it is so awesome&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. No explanation needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Save your money&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! I just shake my head when I think about all the money that I made during my high school years that got blown on who knows what. Financial intelligence is still something I'm trying to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just because some jerk broke your heart into a million pieces, doesn't mean there isn't an awesome one being prepared for you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I'm pretty sure this applies to all of us. There will always be that one guy that shattered our hearts, but we were positive that was the one we'd spend the rest of our lives with. You know, because meeting your husband when you're 16 happens quite frequently. But again, the heartbreaks and the jerks provide the path that God has paved to the one He has prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Find what you love and what you're good at and figure out how to make a living doing it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Oh if only I had known this earlier in life. Life is not about working, but you working takes up a lot of hours so you may as well find something you love and that you're good at to pass the hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It probably goes without saying that despite me wanting to say this to my 16 year old self, my 25 year old self needs to hear it just as much. I guess that's why they say you never stop growing up. Or at least something like that. Regardless, I would have liked to know all of these things about 10 years ago, but you learn as you go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-HqlX9B7IU/Tm66j0M-WzI/AAAAAAAACF4/H394BJehO3g/s1600/176336248_ra1YC1wn_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-HqlX9B7IU/Tm66j0M-WzI/AAAAAAAACF4/H394BJehO3g/s320/176336248_ra1YC1wn_c.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/176336248/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4855224838289120287?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4855224838289120287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4855224838289120287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4855224838289120287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4855224838289120287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/letter-to-me.html' title='Letter to Me'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M-HqlX9B7IU/Tm66j0M-WzI/AAAAAAAACF4/H394BJehO3g/s72-c/176336248_ra1YC1wn_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-1083895158037943600</id><published>2011-09-11T13:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:52:35.027-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ludt1Pfmtfk/TmzvuevwXhI/AAAAAAAACFo/6HeJbhieUp8/s1600/185349231_5z8hfW6e_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ludt1Pfmtfk/TmzvuevwXhI/AAAAAAAACFo/6HeJbhieUp8/s400/185349231_5z8hfW6e_c.jpg" width="297" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mobypicture.com/user/dkny/view/10692235"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We all have those moments in our lives that we know we'll never forget. We may not know at that moment that we'll always remember, but as the months and years go by, those moments become more defined. September 11, 2001 will be with us forever and chances are we will never forget where we were or what we were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in 10th grade and sitting in my world history class when the teacher that shared the room came in and turned the t.v. on a news channel. We all sat there watching the scene unfold and trying to make sense of it all, which was somewhat impossible because it didn't seem real. Then, before we could comprehend what we had already been watching, we witnessed another plane fly into the second tower...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you what I had for breakfast or dinner that day or what I wore. But I remember where I was sitting and how it felt to see all of that take place on American soil. I remember the uncanny sense of patriotism and unity that reverberated throughout the country in the days to follow this unprecedented tragedy. Now it's been 10 years and that does not even seem possible. So much has happened since that September day and that sense of unity has since faded, but today, we stand together in remembrance and thankfulness for those that lost their lives that day and the ones that followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJkEoD1dO_Y/Tmzvv6mJqsI/AAAAAAAACFs/MIrWMR391iA/s1600/185303500_0CJCzVZw_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJkEoD1dO_Y/Tmzvv6mJqsI/AAAAAAAACFs/MIrWMR391iA/s400/185303500_0CJCzVZw_c.jpg" width="346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://riders.pa-legion.com/wp-content/gallery/iron-run/world-trade-center.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://riders.pa-legion.com/3000-riders-bring-the-world-trade-center-steel-section-to-an-american-legion/&amp;amp;usg=__LgnjhH_1bFvfK4nt1NjMJDoZYzg=&amp;amp;h=378&amp;amp;w=328&amp;amp;sz=117&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=130&amp;amp;zoom=1&amp;amp;tbnid=CofauEMvnGIOcM:&amp;amp;tbnh=119&amp;amp;tbnw=102&amp;amp;ei=-paKTZaoMpHQgAeo77C8DQ&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dworld%2Btrade%2Bcenter%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26sa%3DX%26rls%3Den%26biw%3D1214%26bih%3D585%26tbs%3Disch:10%2C2865&amp;amp;itbs=1&amp;amp;iact=hc&amp;amp;vpx=966&amp;amp;vpy=108&amp;amp;dur=73&amp;amp;hovh=241&amp;amp;hovw=209&amp;amp;tx=143&amp;amp;ty=129&amp;amp;oei=y5aKTbaFGMTEgQeFpuS0DQ&amp;amp;page=7&amp;amp;ndsp=22&amp;amp;ved=1t:429,r:14,s:130&amp;amp;biw=1214&amp;amp;bih=585"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVEHU6VnbKA/Tmzw_jBhe4I/AAAAAAAACF0/RP1YgFl_VB0/s1600/185120107_Yya39OKu_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LVEHU6VnbKA/Tmzw_jBhe4I/AAAAAAAACF0/RP1YgFl_VB0/s400/185120107_Yya39OKu_c.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/photos/at-ground-zero-the-9-11-anniversary-1315742916-slideshow/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never forgotten, forever grateful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-1083895158037943600?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/1083895158037943600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=1083895158037943600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1083895158037943600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1083895158037943600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/where-were-you-when-world-stopped.html' title='Where Were You When The World Stopped Turning?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ludt1Pfmtfk/TmzvuevwXhI/AAAAAAAACFo/6HeJbhieUp8/s72-c/185349231_5z8hfW6e_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4064043434227314240</id><published>2011-09-05T16:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T16:49:36.574-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“Winning means fame and fortune.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Losing means certain death.&lt;br /&gt;The Hunger Games have begun…”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This is probably one of the best trilogy's or series I have ever read. Looking back, I should have tried them the first time I ever read a blog post about them. But thankfully, reading is one of those things where better late than never is actually true. I already read the first book twice and will more than likely read the second one again in the coming weeks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;Yeah. I'm that person.&amp;nbsp; But I only do it with books that I really like because I tend to read faster when I really like a book since I can't wait to see what happens next. And since this is the case,&amp;nbsp; I inevitably catch something the second time around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8yqRScFp68/TmUnroRQNAI/AAAAAAAACEI/i9tpbFTLbq8/s1600/DSC_0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8yqRScFp68/TmUnroRQNAI/AAAAAAAACEI/i9tpbFTLbq8/s320/DSC_0089.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I also discovered that trying to describe these books to someone that hasn't read them and probably won't read them, is quite a feat. They're fictional-fantasy, but not to the same degree as "Harry Potter" or "Twilight". The time frame is phrased as "the not so distant future" and I'd say that's pretty accurate because there are a handful of statements in the three books alluding to what used to be in the land that is now Panem. The citizens of Panem live in 12 "Districts", though there were originally 13. But after an uprising against the Capitol, the 13th district was destroyed and the Hunger Games were born so that the remaining 12 districts will always &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;remember that the Capitol rules all.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;I do realize that there are a myriad of synopsis available throughout the world wide web, so I'll stop there. But this book provides twist and turns that you'll never see coming. It grips you, holds on and doesn't let go even after you've finished. They are wonderfully written and entertaining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDynTriFj6I/TmUnubfKxFI/AAAAAAAACEM/9LxqcJLHoBI/s1600/DSC_0090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qDynTriFj6I/TmUnubfKxFI/AAAAAAAACEM/9LxqcJLHoBI/s320/DSC_0090.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;please note the cute pup in the background&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Obviously, I feel that these books are worth reading, but I'd love to know if you have read this series what you thought and if not, if you're planning on it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;p.s. the movie is coming to theaters on March 23rd and I totally plan on seeing it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4064043434227314240?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4064043434227314240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4064043434227314240&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4064043434227314240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4064043434227314240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/may-odds-be-ever-in-your-favor.html' title='May the Odds be Ever in Your Favor!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u8yqRScFp68/TmUnroRQNAI/AAAAAAAACEI/i9tpbFTLbq8/s72-c/DSC_0089.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2586160901359760134</id><published>2011-09-02T15:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T15:05:19.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise...</title><content type='html'>No doubt that I have been neglecting my little blog this week, but hopefully that will change this long weekend. Below are a few of the things I hope to blog about before this 3 day weekend is over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;My blog post wish list..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hunger Games. Enough said&lt;br /&gt;2. Fall decorating&lt;br /&gt;3. Start of college football&lt;br /&gt;4. Early morning gym sessions {believe it or not, they actually happened this week!}&lt;br /&gt;5. Other random items :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I read today that Chicago Starbucks already has their Pumpkin Spice Lattes. Excuse me while the 4-year old inside of me screams not fair and stomps her feet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Okay. I'm back. But seriously, I'm ready to immerse myself in that cup of goodness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg1tP2mwuRw/TmEnDs2xksI/AAAAAAAACD8/Njq9qP_woZc/s1600/45e50dd34c464476b30213f36128b66c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg1tP2mwuRw/TmEnDs2xksI/AAAAAAAACD8/Njq9qP_woZc/s320/45e50dd34c464476b30213f36128b66c.jpg" width="268px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.starbucks.com/menu/drinks/espresso/pumpkin-spice-latte"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And though I'm excited for it's return and arrival, I plan on enjoying the last 2 days before summer unofficially ends. So with that said, I hope you all enjoy your long weekend and I'd love to know how you're spending these final days! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;P.S. Please don't forget to check out my other blog "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://morethanmarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;More Than March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;" and follow it if you like college basketball at all! I understand it's football season, but I could talk college hoops year round...and I do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihraH89y9Bc/TmEoq5akpBI/AAAAAAAACEA/T4YMgS86ihQ/s1600/Picnik+collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="57px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ihraH89y9Bc/TmEoq5akpBI/AAAAAAAACEA/T4YMgS86ihQ/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" width="320px" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2586160901359760134?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2586160901359760134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2586160901359760134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2586160901359760134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2586160901359760134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/09/i-promise.html' title='I Promise...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Gg1tP2mwuRw/TmEnDs2xksI/AAAAAAAACD8/Njq9qP_woZc/s72-c/45e50dd34c464476b30213f36128b66c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6084848632670156417</id><published>2011-08-28T17:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T20:05:29.265-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tar heel obsession'/><title type='text'>More than March</title><content type='html'>More often than not, this blog has served as the vehicle for my &lt;strike&gt;obsession&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;intense passion&lt;/strike&gt; love for the North Carolina Tar Heels. I mean after "God's goodness", "tar heel obsession" is the largest label which means I mention it A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I believe it's time to move that area of the blogging world if I have any kind of hope of making it a career. And without further adieu, I present "More than March"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TQ3RaiLnnw/Tlq4Vkdu2zI/AAAAAAAACDs/pj9IiZI-ATI/s640/Picnik+collage.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://morethanmarch.blogspot.com/"&gt;More than March&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not necessarily the final header, but I'm working on it! I cannot guarantee that the Tar Heels won't make a periodic appearance in this blog before the season is all said and done, but for the most part, I'm going to try to separate it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you enjoy or at least tolerate college basketball, visit "More than March" and follow and comment! You guys know how much I love both of those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6084848632670156417?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6084848632670156417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6084848632670156417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6084848632670156417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6084848632670156417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/more-than-march.html' title='More than March'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8TQ3RaiLnnw/Tlq4Vkdu2zI/AAAAAAAACDs/pj9IiZI-ATI/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3374436609112949284</id><published>2011-08-26T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:52:41.929-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='decorating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fall Wish List</title><content type='html'>Can you feel that? That feeling of knowing brisk mornings and cool evenings are just around the corner? The knowledge that soon flip flops will be replaced with boots and hoodies will be pulled out from the depths of drawers and closets, leaves me absolutely elated. Chili recipes will be tested, leaves will be falling&amp;nbsp;and pumpkins will overtake our neighborhoods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love fall. Pretty much every aspect of this season is perfection personified for me. Yes, those are strong words, but I feel confident in using them. There are so many things that I anticipate as the calendar &lt;strike&gt;crawls&lt;/strike&gt; races towards the autumn months ranging from the aforementioned wardrobe items to the smells that go along with this delightful time of year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing like your fall wardrobe especially here in the south because it can be kind of tricky. Those brisk mornings I mentioned can give way to mild days and as such, daily attire can sometimes be a challenge. Despite that, there is room for cute clothes and though more than one of the items below are far out of my budget, I can wish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLm-g9tBC9Q/Tlek9Q20H3I/AAAAAAAACDg/yg1YR6IJvDI/s1600/closet.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLm-g9tBC9Q/Tlek9Q20H3I/AAAAAAAACDg/yg1YR6IJvDI/s640/closet.jpeg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/riding_boot_camel/thing?id=8739524"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://www.judithmarch.com/collections_detail.cfm?form=771&amp;amp;cat=10"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://bananarepublic.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=35288&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=802923&amp;amp;scid=802923002"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://piperlime.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=64455&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=860286&amp;amp;scid=860286002"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 5. &lt;a href="http://piperlime.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=36918&amp;amp;vid=1&amp;amp;pid=906852&amp;amp;scid=906852012"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 6. &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Mossimo-174-Women-s-Ultrasoft-Boyfriend-Cardigan-Sweater-Assorted-Colors/-/A-13372891"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 7. &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/p/Merona-174-Tweed-Handbag-Cognac/-/A-13534637"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Spring and summer months&amp;nbsp;in our home&amp;nbsp;lack in the decorating area. Don't get me wrong, I realize that there is plenty to decorate with and for, but I just really do not get into it. But knowing that September is&amp;nbsp;less than a week away, have my fingers itching to pull out hand towels with embroidered &amp;nbsp;leaves and my homemade autumn wreath. I also wouldn't mind adding these things&amp;nbsp;to our ever growing roster of fall decor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALgey0w1Q2w/Tlfje1Y1c6I/AAAAAAAACDk/VXMNn6fdEL0/s1600/home.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ALgey0w1Q2w/Tlfje1Y1c6I/AAAAAAAACDk/VXMNn6fdEL0/s640/home.jpeg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/pumpkin-glass-punch-bowl-ladle-mugs/?pkey=challoween-accessories"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://www.pier1.com/Catalog/CandlesFragrance/tabid/976/CategoryId/99/ProductId/33874/ProductName/Spiced-Cake-Filled-Candle/Default.aspx"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/124438937/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/133898319/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 5. &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/owl-shaped-metal-lanterns/?pkey=challoween-accessories"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 6. &lt;a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/rattan-pumpkins/?pkey=challoween-accessories"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 7. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/133876106/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 8. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/124438937/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿As much as I love changing my closet and appearance of the interior of our home, the taste of fall is what I am longing for the most. Pumpkin spice lattes, hearty chili and creamy soups are just a few of the delectable treats to indulge in during the coming months...&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iQp71hM0OE/TlgHDlJY4dI/AAAAAAAACDo/LfdYM7VqB4E/s1600/yum.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3iQp71hM0OE/TlgHDlJY4dI/AAAAAAAACDo/LfdYM7VqB4E/s640/yum.jpeg" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/118654816/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 2. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/100023610/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 3. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/7093339/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 4. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/107513102/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt; 5. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/106897280/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are looking forward to this Autumn? I'd love to know what's on your wish list! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3374436609112949284?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3374436609112949284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3374436609112949284&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3374436609112949284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3374436609112949284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/fall-wish-list.html' title='Fall Wish List'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZLm-g9tBC9Q/Tlek9Q20H3I/AAAAAAAACDg/yg1YR6IJvDI/s72-c/closet.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-5005621827169992312</id><published>2011-08-19T12:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T12:09:43.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Things Making Me Smile This Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt;. A skinny&amp;nbsp;caramel latte&amp;nbsp;from Port City Java. Yum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUw8SjugAfQ/Tk6BUZ0nEeI/AAAAAAAACCg/UW57OmhFrdc/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUw8SjugAfQ/Tk6BUZ0nEeI/AAAAAAAACCg/UW57OmhFrdc/s320/New+Image.JPG" width="274px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt;. The little Hershey Nuggets I steal from my co-worker :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHTmNbmLNy0/Tk6IJ3CN3TI/AAAAAAAACCw/hYX983YP3p8/s1600/New+Image3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fHTmNbmLNy0/Tk6IJ3CN3TI/AAAAAAAACCw/hYX983YP3p8/s320/New+Image3.JPG" width="275px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;three&lt;/strong&gt;. Michael Jackson's &lt;em&gt;The Way You Make Me Feel&lt;/em&gt; playing on my&amp;nbsp;Pandora station&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BjctwMVwzo/Tk6JxLirrXI/AAAAAAAACC0/P4xn9MPJI-U/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3BjctwMVwzo/Tk6JxLirrXI/AAAAAAAACC0/P4xn9MPJI-U/s320/New+Image.JPG" width="215px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿ Yes, I realize that this is not &lt;em&gt;The Way You Make Me Feel&lt;/em&gt;, but by the time I decided to make this a contributor to this post, the song had already finished. Also, I'll sing and chair dance to just about anything. So it's all relative. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt;.﻿ The chair dancing and lip syncing I had going on while the aforementioned song was playing. &lt;strike&gt;Fortunately&lt;/strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sadly&amp;nbsp;no one was around to document this moment, so I had to recreate it...it was exactly like this, I promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWWkU_lwiWM/Tk6GUW0GnII/AAAAAAAACCs/45hVwUvS-X4/s1600/New+Image2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MWWkU_lwiWM/Tk6GUW0GnII/AAAAAAAACCs/45hVwUvS-X4/s320/New+Image2.JPG" width="274px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;five&lt;/strong&gt;. It's Friday and the Panthers are playing football! And honestly, those two things alone are enough to make me smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz4U39nzwtQ/Tk6FykYZozI/AAAAAAAACCo/4OAyAg8f2UI/s1600/iphone-Carolina-Panthers-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz4U39nzwtQ/Tk6FykYZozI/AAAAAAAACCo/4OAyAg8f2UI/s320/iphone-Carolina-Panthers-3.jpg" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;What's making you smile this Friday?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-5005621827169992312?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/5005621827169992312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=5005621827169992312&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5005621827169992312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5005621827169992312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/top-5-things-making-me-smile-this.html' title='Top 5 Things Making Me Smile This Friday'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FUw8SjugAfQ/Tk6BUZ0nEeI/AAAAAAAACCg/UW57OmhFrdc/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7497785345808945622</id><published>2011-08-18T21:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T11:12:56.155-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Memory Lane was in the Headlights</title><content type='html'>Last weekend, hubby and I headed up the mountain to Boone for the first time in way too long. And since the temperatures have been brutal here in the Queen City, I was more than ready to breathe in some of that cool, refreshing mountain air. This weekend I also realized that I did not fully appreciate my&amp;nbsp;four years in that tiny mountain town like I should have. Gotta love hindsight. But thankfully it's only a couple of hours away and I it's never too late to learn how to&amp;nbsp;appreciate something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we got up there around lunch time on Saturday and headed to our absolute favorite restaurant; Dos Amigos. ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idZWL4igD4o/Tk0NwlKSTXI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Gfx7GbCOWUU/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idZWL4igD4o/Tk0NwlKSTXI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Gfx7GbCOWUU/s320/photo.JPG" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken with my phone clearly, but I was way excited about their new glasses!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿This Mexican restaurant has spoiled us and we haven't been able to find one in Charlotte that we love even a quarter as much {if you know of a place we should try, please let me know!}. Then after lunch, we paid a visit to King Street and Kidd Brewer Stadium.&amp;nbsp;I didn't have our camera for King Street, but after doing a quick Google search and discovering&amp;nbsp;this picture, I decided&amp;nbsp;that it was a great representation!&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuVlNuMkUGI/Tk0NiGP-UFI/AAAAAAAACCM/uwntEj9UJUI/s1600/5186372007_4c23363f70.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EuVlNuMkUGI/Tk0NiGP-UFI/AAAAAAAACCM/uwntEj9UJUI/s320/5186372007_4c23363f70.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;King Street is the quintessential small town "main street"; quirky shops, quirkier people and an abundant amount of character. ﻿﻿﻿Afterwards, we headed over to the stadium just to see what we could see and it's so awesome to see what they've done to Kidd Brewer Stadium the past couple of years. It's massive and I love it. I realize to the rest of the world, Appalachian State football may not seem like something to get excited about, but we, the Mountaineer&amp;nbsp;Nation, love us some App State football. &lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79G0EXztGaM/Tk0ylVYC6mI/AAAAAAAACCU/G_M3tIoLl4U/s1600/RHPDYAHLOHAHIGG_20100203183022.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-79G0EXztGaM/Tk0ylVYC6mI/AAAAAAAACCU/G_M3tIoLl4U/s320/RHPDYAHLOHAHIGG_20100203183022.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://image.cdnl3.xosnetwork.com/pics21/800/RH/RHPDYAHLOHAHIGG.20100203183022.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;The football team was out there, but sadly, we could hardly even catch a glimpse because of the massive metal fence surrounding the exterior. And in all reality, that probably worked out for the best because otherwise we would have spent the entire afternoon there watching them run through drills and been late&amp;nbsp;for the whole reason we'd come;&amp;nbsp;the Pendleton/Michel wedding! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me say this; all the weddings I have ever gone to have been lovely, but this may have been the most beautiful wedding setting I have ever seen. It was set right in the middle of the Blue Ridge Parkway and was positively perfect. It had been threatening to rain all afternoon and right before the ceremony it showered for about 10 minutes. After that, the clouds stuck around for most of the ceremony, but right before Ryan and Katie were presented as husband and wife, they broke and allowed for beautiful sun rays to shine right on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, you can't make this stuff up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night was spent celebrating the newlyweds and we had a lot of fun. Like I said, it was a beautiful setting and there was great food and company. Those three things together make for an awesome time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO1a7B1MH80/Tk002iqlOVI/AAAAAAAACCY/LQ5KUk7daac/s1600/Beeclip.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO1a7B1MH80/Tk002iqlOVI/AAAAAAAACCY/LQ5KUk7daac/s640/Beeclip.png" width="640px" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We stayed the night in Boone so that we could visit our dear and wonderful friends, the Earls. Josh became a pastor of a church in Newland {about 30 minutes from Boone} in February and we've been terrible friends and had not been up to visit them yet. It was great to hear an awesome message preached by one of our good friends and equally as great to visit with his lovely wife and kids. &amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XP7xvIpPgbY/Tk21wKGOy1I/AAAAAAAACCc/TFDeCic6s2Q/s1600/Beeclip.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XP7xvIpPgbY/Tk21wKGOy1I/AAAAAAAACCc/TFDeCic6s2Q/s640/Beeclip.png" width="640px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After church, we went to lunch at yet another Mexican restaurant. I think we may have a slight addiction, but I do not really see us working on that anytime soon. And then all to quickly, we said our "see ya laters" and headed back to Charlotte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, the weekend went by in a flash, but we had a wonderful time. There is not many things that I love more then spending time with my husband and great friends. Actually, I know there is nothing that I love more than those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lucky girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7497785345808945622?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7497785345808945622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7497785345808945622&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7497785345808945622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7497785345808945622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/memory-lane-was-in-headlights.html' title='Memory Lane was in the Headlights'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-idZWL4igD4o/Tk0NwlKSTXI/AAAAAAAACCQ/Gfx7GbCOWUU/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-1228890189159978160</id><published>2011-08-15T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T21:34:24.706-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Posting!</title><content type='html'>I had the chance to guest post for Becca at &lt;a href="http://lovelyinpinkbb.wordpress.com/"&gt;Lovely in Pink&lt;/a&gt; today and I was way pumped about it! Check out my top 8 of the first 8 months of 2011 &lt;a href="http://lovelyinpinkbb.wordpress.com/2011/08/15/1016/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIIGmDoa2tE/TknHrGrRY2I/AAAAAAAACBY/BfkL85VJ0IA/s1600/Picture+3.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="228" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIIGmDoa2tE/TknHrGrRY2I/AAAAAAAACBY/BfkL85VJ0IA/s400/Picture+3.png" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'll be back tomorrow to tell you guys about our amazing weekend in the mountains. Seriously, could not have asked for a better time. Here is a teaser and the place we got to spend our Saturday night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTY96k_18EQ/TknIJGDpFnI/AAAAAAAACBc/Mh2HwvrduLw/s1600/DSC_0527.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTY96k_18EQ/TknIJGDpFnI/AAAAAAAACBc/Mh2HwvrduLw/s320/DSC_0527.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Jealous yet? Stay tuned for the full recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-1228890189159978160?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/1228890189159978160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=1228890189159978160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1228890189159978160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1228890189159978160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/guest-posting.html' title='Guest Posting!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nIIGmDoa2tE/TknHrGrRY2I/AAAAAAAACBY/BfkL85VJ0IA/s72-c/Picture+3.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-318506778326313297</id><published>2011-08-11T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T16:31:20.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><title type='text'>I May Not Be There Yet...</title><content type='html'>By now, most of us have at least &lt;em&gt;heard&lt;/em&gt; of the New York Times Best Seller, &lt;em&gt;The Help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TtHP_prdUw/TkQDB3o66WI/AAAAAAAACBU/5Z8HdBzOzMI/s1600/the-help-book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" naa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TtHP_prdUw/TkQDB3o66WI/AAAAAAAACBU/5Z8HdBzOzMI/s320/the-help-book.jpg" width="212px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsnews.com/i/tim/2011/02/17/the-help-book.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I was a little late hopping on the train of it's numerous readers, but I made it and thoroughly enjoyed the story. Today I read an &lt;a href="http://shine.yahoo.com/event/poweryourfuture/kathryn-stocketts-the-help-turned-down-60-times-before-becoming-a-best-seller-2523496/"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; about the author that reminded me, sometimes we don't love success stories because of the end result; we love them because of how they got there. Kathryn Stockett's first novel&amp;nbsp;was rejected 60 times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rejected.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;60 times. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was told her writing was "tiring" and the storyline itself "didn't sustain interest" and that was early on. Those were not the words she heard at rejection 58 or 59, they were the ones she received at 1 and 40. But passion is a funny thing because at some point resolve and tenacity start to fade. Giving up and moving on would be easier than opening up one of those dreaded letters. I remember going through the college application process and praying to never see one of the small, seemingly harmless envelopes waiting in the depths of my parents mailbox. Because though small, they served as sealed punches to the heart, gut and self-esteem. Now I assure you, I did not apply to 61 colleges, so I do not even have an inkling of the wide spectrum of emotions someone goes through having to endure that time and time again. And if I'm being honest, rejection and everything that comes with it, is something I fear and because of such, I did not apply to the one university I had always dreamed of attending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Childish and dumb? Yes, probably. But it was easier for me to swallow being those two things before being rejected. Bleh. What an ugly, awful word. None of us like it. Rejection and not being wanted is something none of us crave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me go back to the passion thing. We all have a passion in our lives, but very few of us are lucky enough to live them out. As you may remember from this &lt;a href="http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/05/when-i-grow-up.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life. Except you want to know a problem with that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear rejection. I am terrified of falling flat on my face, making a fool of myself and never getting to where I want to be or getting to do what I want to do. I accepted a long time ago that not everyone will like me in my life and I had my heart broken a fair amount of times growing up. Those things, that's life. It's a necessary part of becoming an adult. Pursuing my passion? Not necessary. I do not have to pursue my passion; as long as I have a job that can help pay the bills, then I'm doing what is necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But can I fully accept not trying? No, I absolutely cannot. I know what I love and I know what I'm good at. I love writing, but could I ever write a book? That is one huge, overwhelming no. I love sports {that's putting it lightly}, but can I play? Not a bit. I have no athletic ability whatsoever. But I can watch them and understand them. Are you getting where I'm going with this? My passion, I have discovered, is to write about sports. I have no idea how I'll reach and conquer this discovery, but I'm not sure I could live with myself if I don't at least try. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this to say, I'm would love suggestions, words of encouragement, names of potential connections {worth it shot}. And also, I implore you, if you haven't already, find out what your passion is life. I realize that statement in itself warrants a resounding&amp;nbsp;'duh', but it's worth putting out there.&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Don't live life just one foot in front of another because sometimes you will trip and stumble and maybe even fall. Sometimes you'll have to live your life out seeing how well you can bounce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The road to success is dotted with many tempting parking places. ~Author Unknown&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-318506778326313297?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/318506778326313297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=318506778326313297&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/318506778326313297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/318506778326313297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/i-may-not-be-there-yet.html' title='I May Not Be There Yet...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5TtHP_prdUw/TkQDB3o66WI/AAAAAAAACBU/5Z8HdBzOzMI/s72-c/the-help-book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8607816194271469183</id><published>2011-08-05T15:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T15:02:56.642-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Something Worth Fighting For</title><content type='html'>Love. The 4-letter word that at some point in our lives was scary and maybe at times, still is. In school {elementary, middle, high}, we may have "loved" multiple people at any given time. At least I know I did, but I was a little boy crazy back in those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there is just one boy I'm crazy about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-004gjRYxw-c/TjwnOFdzhRI/AAAAAAAACAo/d4aYAxkGnOw/s1600/CSC_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-004gjRYxw-c/TjwnOFdzhRI/AAAAAAAACAo/d4aYAxkGnOw/s320/CSC_0126.JPG" t$="true" width="276px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yeah, that's the one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But 'love' changes as we do. When I was 16, I honestly thought I loved my high school boyfriend. Clearly, knowing what I know now and recognizing what love really is and means, it cannot even compare. At that point in my life though, I was sure that what we had was love and no one could tell me any differently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure this proves to be true for most of us. Certainly not all of us because I personally know an amazing married couple that have been together since those teenage years. As little kids, we knew the love of our parents and other family members and as the years have gone by, we've learned different loves and ways to love. How many times have you heard the words uttered "I love you, I'm just not &lt;strong&gt;in&lt;/strong&gt; love with you" in t.v. shows, movies or maybe even in real life? Love doesn't have to be a romantic knowledge or feeling. Defined as a noun, love means "&lt;span class="ssens" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="54"&gt;&lt;em&gt;strong affection for another arising out of kinship or personal ties"&lt;/em&gt; a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ssens" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="54"&gt;nd as a verb "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ssens" itxtharvested="0" itxtnodeid="54"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to hold dear; cherish".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What I knew of love at 7 was different then what I came to know at 16. And what I know now of love&amp;nbsp;at 25, the 16 year old me would not even know&amp;nbsp;how to handle it. And I thank God for that. Most of us were not born being unselfish. It's something that has to be learned, taught and experienced. When I was 16,&amp;nbsp;I was selfish, positive I knew more than my parents, I was always right and whatever was happening at a given moment was sure to ruin my life for years to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a word, I was 16. I didn't know half&amp;nbsp;as much as I thought I did, and I have learned that I will never know as much as I should. I will never love Andrew the way he deserves, but I'm going to live every day of my life trying. I will never give God everything that I should, but I will never stop trying and praying that I will one day be able to. I've said before that I never had no idea how selfish I was until I became a wife and I cannot begin to fathom how I'll handle my selfishness when what defines me is a 3-letter word with more power than anything else: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is for that reason alone that I believe God gave us seasons. I would have been a terrible wife at 16. Heck, I have days now where I'm not sure I could be any worse. God teaches and molds and guides us through life and through love. Sometimes those lessons feel as though they could kill us, but what other way could we learn of&amp;nbsp;His mercy and grace? What other ways could we recognize that the people He's placed in our lives are there to help us with those things? My husband, parents, family, friends and dogs {yes, my dogs}, have showed me what it means to love. And something that I've had to learn over the years, is that we all show love differently. If you've never looked to see what your "&lt;a href="http://www.5lovelanguages.com/assessments/love/"&gt;love language&lt;/a&gt;" is, you should. It is how we can serve God and one another while on this earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 4:19 says that we love because He first loved us. Love is not just a word; it is not just a feeling. It is&amp;nbsp;true, living, awesome and real. We've all heard 1 Corinthians 13, and it is a wonderful chapter. But the words that should be remembered if nothing else is verse 8; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoBodyText" style="margin: 0in 0in 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Freestyle Script'; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;Love never fails&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;...love is not a fight, but is something worth fighting for... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1NoIJglsGms" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8607816194271469183?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8607816194271469183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8607816194271469183&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8607816194271469183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8607816194271469183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/something-worth-fighting-for.html' title='Something Worth Fighting For'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-004gjRYxw-c/TjwnOFdzhRI/AAAAAAAACAo/d4aYAxkGnOw/s72-c/CSC_0126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4088981145011027291</id><published>2011-08-04T14:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-04T14:57:27.777-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.v.'/><title type='text'>Clear Eyes, Full Hearts...</title><content type='html'>Here in the Janke house, there is a new obsession...Friday Night Lights!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0eqwF-NuhM/Tjnr4wi7GbI/AAAAAAAACAE/-eHuBWP6xKI/s1600/friday-night-lights-26073.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0eqwF-NuhM/Tjnr4wi7GbI/AAAAAAAACAE/-eHuBWP6xKI/s1600/friday-night-lights-26073.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://topuspost.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/friday-night-lights-26073.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I seriously do not know why we didn't watch this show when it was still on!&amp;nbsp;We currently don't have cable {and saving so much money} and so streaming Netflix on our BluRay has been a lifesaver at nights when we just want to sit and do nothing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is most weeknights if I'm being honest. And while I'm on the honesty train, I should tell you guys that I got the idea to blog about this from &lt;a href="http://blueeyedbride.com/2011/08/02/what-ive-learned-from-dillon-high-school/"&gt;Erin&lt;/a&gt;. Yeah, we've never met, but going to use her name like we have! Through Twitter, I learned that we both have an &lt;strike&gt;obsession&lt;/strike&gt; love for this show and it's always nice to know you're not alone in such things. I would also have to agree with her that Tim Riggins is the best bad boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8qgaNhSgEQ/TjroIScl7rI/AAAAAAAACAI/4fvmEQmyz6w/s1600/Tim+Riggins.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-A8qgaNhSgEQ/TjroIScl7rI/AAAAAAAACAI/4fvmEQmyz6w/s1600/Tim+Riggins.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For the longest time I would've said Jess from Gilmore Girls. But no. No more. Tim Riggins has taken that title after only 19 episodes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have one episode left of the first season and at this point, I'm so glad that we're watching this on Netflix and don't have to be tortured by waiting for the next season. ﻿﻿﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j5HCCvPS2s/TjrpMmbRCXI/AAAAAAAACAM/l1VC8ONYbTk/s1600/tumblr_lh3zjzscia1qgjz9mo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1j5HCCvPS2s/TjrpMmbRCXI/AAAAAAAACAM/l1VC8ONYbTk/s400/tumblr_lh3zjzscia1qgjz9mo1_500.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lh3zjzscia1qgjz9mo1_500.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿And, seriously, this show warms your heart, makes you laugh, brings tears to your eyes {not a hard thing to do for me} and makes you constantly remind yourself during the "games" that it's a t.v. show. It's not real a real game. Not even a real team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that could just be me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, if you haven't watched this show, you should. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it's awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4088981145011027291?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4088981145011027291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4088981145011027291&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4088981145011027291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4088981145011027291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/its-official.html' title='Clear Eyes, Full Hearts...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x0eqwF-NuhM/Tjnr4wi7GbI/AAAAAAAACAE/-eHuBWP6xKI/s72-c/friday-night-lights-26073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6387018050014714691</id><published>2011-08-01T14:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T14:54:06.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homey-stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DIY'/><title type='text'>A Bathroom Facelift!</title><content type='html'>Last May, we became homeowners and everything that that entails. We by no means inherited a fixer-upper, but every home needs&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;personal touch and&amp;nbsp;the stamp that makes it "yours". We've&amp;nbsp;done small projects&amp;nbsp;throughout the 15 months that we've lived there including the appearance and well being of the yard...&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygjjhdQKSaw/TjbfEVQotgI/AAAAAAAAB_w/lui5_i2x6Zc/s1600/yard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygjjhdQKSaw/TjbfEVQotgI/AAAAAAAAB_w/lui5_i2x6Zc/s320/yard.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the flowers have grown alot since this picture was taken!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We also painted the guest bathroom, but I'm still hoping to make some minor changes to it as time goes on. Right now, both bathrooms are still boasting the orginal light and sink fixtures as well as&amp;nbsp;the not so pretty construction cabinets. So one of my DIY projects is to redo the color of the guest bathroom cabinets to something darker and more modern. But one &lt;strike&gt;big&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;huge&lt;/strike&gt; massive&amp;nbsp;project I'd like to take on is to transform our current master bathroom to look something like this: ﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9slcNiUZ-AI/TjbgOzjllYI/AAAAAAAAB_0/_ZUja665Lio/s1600/slideshow_747923_remodel_1005hm_bs5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9slcNiUZ-AI/TjbgOzjllYI/AAAAAAAAB_0/_ZUja665Lio/s320/slideshow_747923_remodel_1005hm_bs5.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://projects.ajc.com/gallery/view/living/home/allin-remodel/7.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿You may remember that bathroom from this &lt;a href="http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/wednesday-wishes.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;, and when I first posted that picture it was a "wouldn't it be nice if..." kinda thing. But the more I thought about it and the more research I did, I realized this is something that we may actually be able to do. Money for us is always an object, but this project may be able to be accomplished on a budget. After scouring Home Depot's (closest to our home) website, I found some comparable sinks/medicine cabinets that could make this a successful DIY project&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9a9RnUM4IA/TjbiGIqHDyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/-wmjfmnodYg/s1600/7a21785a-9d6f-4618-99c0-99f951789d91_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P9a9RnUM4IA/TjbiGIqHDyI/AAAAAAAAB_4/-wmjfmnodYg/s1600/7a21785a-9d6f-4618-99c0-99f951789d91_300.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homedepot.com/Bath-Bathroom-Sinks-Pedestal-Basin-Pedestals-Basins-Combo/h_d1/N-5yc1vZaqwk/R-100409503/h_d2/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&amp;amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;catalogId=10053&amp;amp;superSkuId=202619163"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Though it may be hard to tell from this picture, the color of this sink is technically "linen" which I think I would prefer over something that was bright white. It's adds warmth without being over the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlI-BtsGHAo/Tjbi5RuvvGI/AAAAAAAAB_8/tBCi5q0e26U/s1600/2ddf8175-da32-42df-9442-14b023736bb1_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dlI-BtsGHAo/Tjbi5RuvvGI/AAAAAAAAB_8/tBCi5q0e26U/s1600/2ddf8175-da32-42df-9442-14b023736bb1_300.jpg" t$="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.homedepot.com/Bath-Medicine-Cabinets/h_d1/N-5yc1vZbase/R-202097565/h_d2/ProductDisplay?langId=-1&amp;amp;storeId=10051&amp;amp;catalogId=10053"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿At this point, I'm not sure if we would do a dark medicine cabinet like the one pictured above, or all white. Once we've seen them in person, the decision may be easier to make. As far as wall color, I'm thinking&amp;nbsp;along the lines of a pale blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZf533FUE8Q/TjbzVVv3kAI/AAAAAAAACAA/3ymG-wcHc1A/s1600/Beeclip.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BZf533FUE8Q/TjbzVVv3kAI/AAAAAAAACAA/3ymG-wcHc1A/s320/Beeclip.png" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Benjamin Moore paint colors&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿Clearly it's hard to distinguish a true difference in these three online, but I think any of these would be a good choice for a bathroom. But then again, I like blue, if you couldn't tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever done a complete facelift of a major room in your home? How'd it go? Any words of advice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://megnificentlife.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img alt="Mingle 240" border="0" src="http://i1117.photobucket.com/albums/k591/LifeofMeg/MingleMonday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5887820640255463003-6387018050014714691?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6387018050014714691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6387018050014714691&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6387018050014714691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6387018050014714691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/bathroom-facelift.html' title='A Bathroom Facelift!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ygjjhdQKSaw/TjbfEVQotgI/AAAAAAAAB_w/lui5_i2x6Zc/s72-c/yard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2561836022956408852</id><published>2011-08-01T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T07:51:00.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The Rule of Five</title><content type='html'>Despite hearing and reading wonderful reviews of James Patterson novels, I had not read anything of his until a couple of weeks ago. I read "Suzanne's Diary to Nicholas" and I enjoyed it. It emotional without being over the top and was certainly not predictable. But above all, something that was mentioned early on in the book, is something I've thought about at least once a day since reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that in your life day to day, week to week and year to year is all about juggling fives balls. Each of these balls represent something; work, family, friends, health and spirit. At any given point, all of them are in the air and you are responsible for keeping them all going. Now, what if I told you one of these balls is made of rubber, while the rest are glass. Which would &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt; say can bounce back without any harm? And which ones, if dropped, could crack, become scuffed or even shattered?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I realize that for some that question may be hard to answer. But for me, and I'm assuming for most, the one rubber ball is "work".&amp;nbsp; Jobs can come and go and as we become older and more aware of what we want to do, what we do for work, changes. You can quit a job, get fired from a job; but when it's all said and done, you can get another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the other four? Not as easily replaceable. And the point of the 5 balls, is balance. Finding the time and effort that needs to be devoted to our heath, friends, family and spiritual life, is not an easy task, but a necessary one. Balance in life requires a lifetime of practice. It's not something easily obtained or something that can be taught. Only learned. The older we become, the more we learn how incredibly valuable those other four balls are and how very much we need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is something that is constantly running away from us and there is never enough of it. But the good thing about juggling these five things is that we're not graded or judged on how fast we do it. It's about careful we are with each of them. Friends and family become increasingly important the more we realize how fleeting life can be. And our spiritual life? That is an area I feel like I can take 3 steps forward while simultaneously taking 4 in the other direction. I'll learn one thing and improve one area of my relationship with the Lord, while somehow allowing other areas to slip. I'm not sure how I do this, but there it is. Thankfully, I believe that this particular "ball", we aren't truly juggling that one; God's holding that one just as He's holding us. It cannot drop and shatter; but it is just as precious if not more so as the others because without it, what do we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly working on the balance and juggling act that is my life. I've realized this is not something that I can accomplish by myself and it is something that I will never master. There will always be room for improvement. But this analogy really stuck with me and reminds me of how important those glass balls are and that my energy and heart needs to reflect that. And each day provides a lesson to be learned in at least one of those areas. However, more often than not, I'm reminded that each of those glass balls become more fragile as each hour of the day passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am learning to guard them and what they represent with every fiber of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2561836022956408852?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2561836022956408852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2561836022956408852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2561836022956408852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2561836022956408852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/08/rule-of-five.html' title='The Rule of Five'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/th_MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8659614572263168978</id><published>2011-07-28T07:14:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:14:00.481-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tar heel obsession'/><title type='text'>106 Days</title><content type='html'>So before I even tell you what is happening in 106 days, let me assure you that I do know what month it is and I do know what season is quickly approaching.&amp;nbsp; I do in fact know that it's July and that the season fast approaching, fall, means something different to most here in the south. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes knowing something just isn't enough. Sometimes your heart wins over your head. And sometimes {if you're me}, you choose to look past what is fast approaching, to what lies beyond that.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I am certain that you are wondering what the heck I'm rambling about. Or better yet, why you're still reading. Well my dear readers {hopefully that is still true by the time the post concludes}, in approximately 106 days, my beloved North Carolina Tar Heels will once again take their rightful place on the hardwoods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Now I'm sure you're wondering why you kept reading. But I've always been upfront and honest with my obsession and intense love for this team and that will not change. Especially this year. This year, is what we in the Janke household have been waiting for since the championship winning season in 2009 came to a close. This team has already topped &lt;a href="http://espn.go.com/espn/dickvitale/story/_/id/6787669/dick-vitale-preseason-top-10-unc-takes-top-spot"&gt;preseason rankings&lt;/a&gt;, and with the entire starting line up returning, that honor may actually be earned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation of numerous posts of similar insanity in the months to come and in hopes of actually still having readers/followers at this point, I'll end with picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfCs7SvICjo/TjDHTvBRHPI/AAAAAAAAB_E/gUalhe5act8/s1600/DSC_0771.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfCs7SvICjo/TjDHTvBRHPI/AAAAAAAAB_E/gUalhe5act8/s400/DSC_0771.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also, if for some reason you don't know what date is 106 days away, it's November 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-11-11. Gotta love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you stuck this out, bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8659614572263168978?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8659614572263168978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8659614572263168978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8659614572263168978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8659614572263168978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/106-days.html' title='106 Days'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kfCs7SvICjo/TjDHTvBRHPI/AAAAAAAAB_E/gUalhe5act8/s72-c/DSC_0771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-5401078755453242110</id><published>2011-07-27T20:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T07:25:09.686-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Coming February 2012!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday I found out that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #8e7cc3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8e7cc3; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'M GOING TO BE AN AUNT!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: small;"&gt;My wonderful sister-in-law, Jessica {brother's wife}, informed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; that they were expecting a little bundle of joy in February 2012. I am so excited that my brother is going to be a dad!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I'm not sure I've ever typed something that sounded that bizarre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said I've already been looking at baby shower ideas and super tacky "I love my aunt" things.&amp;nbsp; Jessica said that at this point she doesn't know if they'll want to find out what they're having, so I've strictly been looking at neutral baby shower ideas/decor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_KlUZjJJ-0/Ti94t8K-T_I/AAAAAAAAB-k/mVMzmpMGXjc/s1600/mintchocbabyshower-694x1024.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_KlUZjJJ-0/Ti94t8K-T_I/AAAAAAAAB-k/mVMzmpMGXjc/s320/mintchocbabyshower-694x1024.jpg" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;all of these things look so yummy!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdBYcaBLQ7s/Ti94_wl2AaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/EXt4OiIocSQ/s1600/2687207_syNAFUhr_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdBYcaBLQ7s/Ti94_wl2AaI/AAAAAAAAB-o/EXt4OiIocSQ/s320/2687207_syNAFUhr_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;very happy looking&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQdiwVqyMIQ/Ti96EZR6AtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/_mne4besJNc/s1600/81440805_KNP5OnRY_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DQdiwVqyMIQ/Ti96EZR6AtI/AAAAAAAAB-s/_mne4besJNc/s320/81440805_KNP5OnRY_c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;thought this was a fantastic idea!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I love the basket idea. You could ask guests to bring either "practical" items or "stylish" or some other fun item to fill up the baskets. There are just so many avenues to go down for baby showers and I just hope that I'm lucky enough to plan one! If you've ever planned one or have any ideas, please feel free to pass them on so I can &lt;strike&gt;steal&lt;/strike&gt; borrow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also hope to hear these words a lot in the years to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPPrQJXkuNs/TjCk91W0c3I/AAAAAAAAB-4/yxgNBHf4CyI/s1600/D1165-140x140-front.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jPPrQJXkuNs/TjCk91W0c3I/AAAAAAAAB-4/yxgNBHf4CyI/s1600/D1165-140x140-front.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fibers.com/imgs/D1165-140x140-front.png"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;When I heard that awesome news, it was probably the first time in a long time that I've felt that "tug". You girls know the one I'm talking about. The one that says "oh, a baby? That sounds like it could be awesome". Or at least something to that effect. But that is one great thing about having nieces and nephews; I get to shower love and hugs and kisses...but the responsibility and the hard stuff is out of my hands. So for now,&amp;nbsp; I'll embrace that and deal with the tugs as they come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxWr64TOfOs/TjCl-0VYttI/AAAAAAAAB-8/tHhUHw33g_o/s1600/DSC_0137.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dxWr64TOfOs/TjCl-0VYttI/AAAAAAAAB-8/tHhUHw33g_o/s320/DSC_0137.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My first picture with my soon to be niece or nephew!!! I didn't even know at this point, but look how happy I look! Geez. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{I got all of the baby shower images from Pinterest, but for some reason I can't pull them up. &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/maggj14/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; for my boards.}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-5401078755453242110?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/5401078755453242110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=5401078755453242110&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5401078755453242110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/5401078755453242110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/coming-february-2012.html' title='Coming February 2012!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6_KlUZjJJ-0/Ti94t8K-T_I/AAAAAAAAB-k/mVMzmpMGXjc/s72-c/mintchocbabyshower-694x1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8976733170221998420</id><published>2011-07-24T20:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T09:48:10.171-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>7 Things I Loved from the Past 7 Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SEVEN&lt;/b&gt;. I hit 50 followers by the end of last week! I realize to some {or to many} that's not a lot, but I was super excited about! To each of you, thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SIX&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I got some new makeup that I may be a bit too excited about. I was hoping to get some Laura Mercier, but the Sephora I went to didn't carry her line! Instead I got Lorac and so far, I'm pretty impressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiDM9b4tsc/TiyelC7bgPI/AAAAAAAAB-M/UOkCaTUChJ0/s1600/P172737_hero.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiDM9b4tsc/TiyelC7bgPI/AAAAAAAAB-M/UOkCaTUChJ0/s1600/P172737_hero.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sephora.com/browse/product.jhtml?id=P172737"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FIVE&lt;/b&gt;. I'm &lt;u&gt;finally&lt;/u&gt; getting back into menu planning and I found some great recipes to start trying. One is Cheeseburger Pizza from &lt;a href="http://www.cleaneatingmag.com/"&gt;Clean Eating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-8 oz ground turkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-1 small onion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-1/2 tsp italian seasoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-sea salt and ground black pepper, to taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-14.5 oz no salt added diced tomatoes, drained&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-3 tbsp dijon mustard&lt;span style="color: blue; font-family: inherit; position: static;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-1 Boboli whole wheat thin crust pizza crust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-1 cup low fat ricotta cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;-6 ounces grated part-skim mozzarela cheese&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;I'll let you know how it turns out; I plan on making it on Tuesday just in case you were wondering. Let me know if you have any go to recipes that are both quick &lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; healthy {or at least relatively so}. Always looking to try something new!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR&lt;/b&gt;. The Lincoln Lawyer, which was phenomenal! I really enjoyed the book, so I was a little skeptical, but it was wonderful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhMfoKY9V1c/Tiyg69FjmCI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/dA5Z2a4l5SE/s1600/DSC_0250a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jhMfoKY9V1c/Tiyg69FjmCI/AAAAAAAAB-Q/dA5Z2a4l5SE/s320/DSC_0250a.jpg" width="215px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lincoln-lawyer.movie-trailer.com/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;b&gt;THREE&lt;/b&gt;. I got to see Brittany again for the 2nd time in the past 2 months. That may not sound like a lot, but sadly, it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO7ekKAguOU/Tiy4lMzOqjI/AAAAAAAAB-U/yFMldZpiJdg/s1600/DSC_0062_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KO7ekKAguOU/Tiy4lMzOqjI/AAAAAAAAB-U/yFMldZpiJdg/s320/DSC_0062_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt;. Getting to witness one of my oldest friends get married! It was a beautiful ceremony and I'm so glad I was able to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3VtiB2-DWs/Tiy4-JkVB_I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/T2gWL0h_Gos/s1600/DSC_0245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k3VtiB2-DWs/Tiy4-JkVB_I/AAAAAAAAB-Y/T2gWL0h_Gos/s320/DSC_0245.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd8cVbYbIwQ/Tiy5F9l7wlI/AAAAAAAAB-c/lGSEliIZk_4/s1600/DSC_0305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sd8cVbYbIwQ/Tiy5F9l7wlI/AAAAAAAAB-c/lGSEliIZk_4/s320/DSC_0305.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;. And as always, my wonderful hubby and pups! But then again, they're always number one on my list.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;Oh so cheesy, but so true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SQc_n8dqqw/Tiy5eVusjZI/AAAAAAAAB-g/HxE8NmGMsw4/s1600/DSC_0028_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="221px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2SQc_n8dqqw/Tiy5eVusjZI/AAAAAAAAB-g/HxE8NmGMsw4/s320/DSC_0028_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="ingredient" itemscope="" itemtype="http://data-vocabulary.org/RecipeIngredient"&gt;&lt;span itemprop="name"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What's on your list?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0pt; border-left: 0pt; border-right: 0pt; border-top: 0pt; margin: 0pt; padding-bottom: 0pt; padding-left: 0pt; padding-right: 0pt; padding-top: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8976733170221998420?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8976733170221998420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8976733170221998420&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8976733170221998420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8976733170221998420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/7-things-i-loved-from-past-7-days.html' title='7 Things I Loved from the Past 7 Days'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_CiDM9b4tsc/TiyelC7bgPI/AAAAAAAAB-M/UOkCaTUChJ0/s72-c/P172737_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3508544809911338301</id><published>2011-07-21T20:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:06:33.812-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><title type='text'>But What About the Part Before That</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I can do all things in Him that strengthen me. Philippians 4:13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;We all know it. We've all said it. It has at some point made an appearance in a tweet, a Facebook status or maybe even a blog post. And it's a great verse that should most definitely be taken to heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;But what about the verses leading up to that well known and publicized verse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I rejoiced in the Lord greatly that now at length you have revived your concern for me. You were indeed concerned for me, but you had no opportunity. Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content. I  know how to be brought low, and I know how to abound. In any and every  circumstance, I have learned the secret of facing plenty and hunger, abundance and&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;need&lt;/i&gt;...Philippians 4:10-12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I probably read those three verses half a dozen times if not more. I have no doubt that I've read those exact same verses multiple times throughout the years of my life, but last night it struck a different chord. I would love to say that I woke up this morning and started living my life this way. But that would be a lie because I am who I am and that is human.&amp;nbsp; I could never live my life without first completely and utterly trusting in He who strengthens me. And that is something I am always working on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you want to know what about those amazing verses gives me hope and faith that I will wake up one day, whether physically or spiritually, and be able to live my life like that? That those words are written by a man; Paul. Paul was no different from me or you. He was a man whose sins were laid upon the cross just like ours. But this man knew and trusted God with every single fiber of his body. He wrote those words while behind bars and was still rejoicing. He had been brought to the lowest of lows and was still thanking God. I gripe and complain because our house isn't organized or traffic was bad or a hair is out of place...what if I turned that around and praised God for the fact that we have a house or I have a car and a job that allows me to be in traffic. The hair thing is just me and I just need to get over it, but I hope you see what I'm trying to say. Life is full of highs and lows; seasons of plenty and seasons of scarcity.&amp;nbsp; And through all of those ups and downs and seasons of change, we should remember that He does indeed give us strength to do all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ&amp;nbsp;and be found in Him&lt;/i&gt;...Philippians 3:8-9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3508544809911338301?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3508544809911338301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3508544809911338301&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3508544809911338301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3508544809911338301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/but-what-about-part-before-that.html' title='But What About the Part Before That'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/th_MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7078203457152244289</id><published>2011-07-20T12:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T12:42:08.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wednesday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Today I'm linking up with &lt;a href="http://brightwishes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brooke&lt;/a&gt; for Wednesday Wishes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://brightwishes.blogspot.com/search/label/Wednesday%20Wishes" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i418/brightwishes/wedwishes2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE. the money to redo our bathroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love the look and style of this one. We currently have a full vanity with two sinks and the massive mirror that was put in there when the house was built. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXKb3NNvuf8/Tib8a-3oMQI/AAAAAAAAB90/aTMz4P9Y8DU/s1600/slideshow_747923_remodel_1005hm_bs5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXKb3NNvuf8/Tib8a-3oMQI/AAAAAAAAB90/aTMz4P9Y8DU/s320/slideshow_747923_remodel_1005hm_bs5.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://projects.ajc.com/gallery/view/living/home/allin-remodel/7.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWO.&amp;nbsp;to go back to Chicago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was the best vaction I think I have ever been on and I haven't stopped thinking &lt;br /&gt;about that city since we got back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EU65_gyPMSg/Tib9AxHiGQI/AAAAAAAAB94/PcuJt4j1mwQ/s1600/DSC_0092_01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EU65_gyPMSg/Tib9AxHiGQI/AAAAAAAAB94/PcuJt4j1mwQ/s320/DSC_0092_01.JPG" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THREE.&amp;nbsp;a great devotional for Andrew &amp;amp; I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suggestions are welcome! We're unsure of where to start looking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgtqSy-hO2w/Tib-El3QCoI/AAAAAAAAB98/DwzLMOvh24A/s1600/2816519866_dbce5f3ab7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZgtqSy-hO2w/Tib-El3QCoI/AAAAAAAAB98/DwzLMOvh24A/s320/2816519866_dbce5f3ab7.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOUR. more blog followers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sad and silly? Maybe. True? Most definitely :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CtEXMiFKhk/TicA7l2Yy-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Lj3XKgAYmU0/s1600/Pages+from+www.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="91px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6CtEXMiFKhk/TicA7l2Yy-I/AAAAAAAAB-A/Lj3XKgAYmU0/s400/Pages+from+www.jpg" t$="true" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIVE. learn to play the guitar...semi-well&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's a dream I harbor but rarely speak of. &lt;/div&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EOgk0XLsNI/TicFAfKxtCI/AAAAAAAAB-I/9f3hrNeiJ20/s1600/1871388_YPEsyn3C_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5EOgk0XLsNI/TicFAfKxtCI/AAAAAAAAB-I/9f3hrNeiJ20/s320/1871388_YPEsyn3C_c.jpg" t$="true" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/1871388/"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What are you wishing for this Wednesday?﻿ &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7078203457152244289?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7078203457152244289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7078203457152244289&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7078203457152244289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7078203457152244289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/wednesday-wishes.html' title='Wednesday Wishes'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXKb3NNvuf8/Tib8a-3oMQI/AAAAAAAAB90/aTMz4P9Y8DU/s72-c/slideshow_747923_remodel_1005hm_bs5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7224026718671603322</id><published>2011-07-20T07:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T07:34:02.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><title type='text'>Magic in a Can</title><content type='html'>There are times in life where shortcuts are totally worth it and I'm always looking for shortcuts while getting ready. Because let's be honest, sleep is awesome and it's rare we get enough. For quite sometime, I've been on the hunt for an affordable dry shampoo and I finally found one this weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4F7lqXrJnQ/TiWWG5QIRkI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/IAF-rHqEFnQ/s1600/suave-dry-shampoo240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4F7lqXrJnQ/TiWWG5QIRkI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/IAF-rHqEFnQ/s320/suave-dry-shampoo240.jpg" width="213px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogcdn.com/www.stylelist.com/media/2011/03/suave-dry-shampoo240.jpg"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Keep in mind, I have only used this product once, but I loved it. It smells great without being overwhelming and isn't sticky or heavy. My hair was straightened when I used it, so I'm not sure yet how it will do with curls, but I think that it'll still pass with flying colors. Up until now, I'd been using baby powder for next day freshness, but I believe I'll be retiring the faithful Johnson's &amp;amp; Johnson's from this point forward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for those of you that are looking for a quick, efficient way for clean looking and smelling hair the next day, I recommend trying it! And for less than $5, what do you have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{I was not compensated in anyway for this post}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7224026718671603322?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7224026718671603322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7224026718671603322&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7224026718671603322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7224026718671603322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/magic-in-can.html' title='Magic in a Can'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-n4F7lqXrJnQ/TiWWG5QIRkI/AAAAAAAAB9Y/IAF-rHqEFnQ/s72-c/suave-dry-shampoo240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3938361933729256829</id><published>2011-07-19T07:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T09:48:19.227-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>I Can't Believe I Missed It!</title><content type='html'>I missed my three year anniversary...of my blog! Little did I know that when I started this blog 3 years ago what would be conveyed and displayed through it. But this is something that I have loved a little bit more as I write and construct each post. I've learned so much about myself, my marriage, relationships and my walk with the Lord through this blog and so many others.&amp;nbsp; This blog has witnessed the ups and downs of that the seasons of life can bring; over and over how good God is; and doing the whole "grown-up" thing. I am beyond thankful for all the blessings I've experienced and the people that I've "met" since starting this journey 3 years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of the great things about this blog is getting to tell my faithful readers about my wonderful friends and the time spent with them! Friday night &lt;a href="http://southerngirlsentiments.blogspot.com/"&gt;Burke and Erin&lt;/a&gt; arrived for the weekend and since we haven't seen them since their wedding, this was long overdue! It was a weekend filled with lounging, eating, spending too much money at Ikea and above all, picture taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiVpFpEFvI4/TiTaoWJLVhI/AAAAAAAAB88/G9PFtIjoYSY/s1600/DSC_0013_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiVpFpEFvI4/TiTaoWJLVhI/AAAAAAAAB88/G9PFtIjoYSY/s320/DSC_0013_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Triple date girls at &lt;a href="http://roosterskitchen.com/"&gt;Roosters&lt;/a&gt;! Yum&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd1dVEC2qPU/TiTazsgAXBI/AAAAAAAAB9A/sjep5r-sGBk/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hd1dVEC2qPU/TiTazsgAXBI/AAAAAAAAB9A/sjep5r-sGBk/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hello men :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And keeping with tradition, we had to have a mini-photoshoot in the driveway before they left on Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuGUgRHC9jM/TiTkgXFvAjI/AAAAAAAAB9E/YlkdEaivXgA/s1600/CSC_0051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FuGUgRHC9jM/TiTkgXFvAjI/AAAAAAAAB9E/YlkdEaivXgA/s320/CSC_0051.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqomeiufxF4/TiTkniWZRGI/AAAAAAAAB9I/k8HC5P9C7qI/s1600/DSC_0042_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CqomeiufxF4/TiTkniWZRGI/AAAAAAAAB9I/k8HC5P9C7qI/s320/DSC_0042_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1MvMEE2nk/TiTkqFXg4YI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ZQkFlY61isU/s1600/DSC_0046.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BN1MvMEE2nk/TiTkqFXg4YI/AAAAAAAAB9M/ZQkFlY61isU/s320/DSC_0046.jpg" width="180px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmm...maybe I should be a bit jealous?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NguyIW76Ck8/TiTkso94o3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/U1k44Sni_6k/s1600/DSC_0049_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NguyIW76Ck8/TiTkso94o3I/AAAAAAAAB9Q/U1k44Sni_6k/s320/DSC_0049_2.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;sad that it took us so long to become friends, but she is one of my best!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;And then as quickly as they arrived, they hopped in the car and headed back to Raleigh. It always makes me sad to wave goodbye to friends that I'm unsure of the next time we'll be reunited. Regardless, we had a wonderful weekend with them and like they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I forget, these are the awesome dishes we got from Ikea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m8Z6W27FC0/TiTm9uLi9rI/AAAAAAAAB9U/C7ZQreeDNk4/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--m8Z6W27FC0/TiTm9uLi9rI/AAAAAAAAB9U/C7ZQreeDNk4/s1600/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They look a little yellowish in this picture, but they're definitely light green and I adore them! &lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a great weekend! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3938361933729256829?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3938361933729256829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3938361933729256829&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3938361933729256829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3938361933729256829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/i-cant-believe-i-missed-it.html' title='I Can&apos;t Believe I Missed It!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QiVpFpEFvI4/TiTaoWJLVhI/AAAAAAAAB88/G9PFtIjoYSY/s72-c/DSC_0013_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-4207759842714676091</id><published>2011-07-15T08:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T08:50:53.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So True</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPIAdisyiG0/TiA2eHJmePI/AAAAAAAAB8c/sg_VmDqELxc/s1600/64293080_LTXNVlcm_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPIAdisyiG0/TiA2eHJmePI/AAAAAAAAB8c/sg_VmDqELxc/s320/64293080_LTXNVlcm_c.jpg" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photoshopskillz.blogspot.com/2010/02/graphic-design-quotes.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Definitely cannot disagree with this! Now it's just a matter of figuring out how to get paid for it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-4207759842714676091?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/4207759842714676091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=4207759842714676091&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4207759842714676091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/4207759842714676091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/so-true.html' title='So True'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mPIAdisyiG0/TiA2eHJmePI/AAAAAAAAB8c/sg_VmDqELxc/s72-c/64293080_LTXNVlcm_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-594964773879484260</id><published>2011-07-14T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T12:13:36.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Things I Love/Hate About Myself</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;em&gt;I Always Think of the Perfect Response...the Next Day...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those moments when someone says something to you and you would give &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt; for the right balance of sarcasm and wit to flow easily out of your mouth? Yeah, I always have that...a few hours after the fact.This can be a good thing because sometimes what I have deemed as the "perfect" response can be really mean and though in that moment, that's what I want to convey, I'll instantly want to retrieve those words. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;...everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;- James 1:19&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So though I may kick myself for thinking of that ideal retort the next day, at least I didn't say something that could hurt someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJfo8m7Eqb0/Th8EvXqm3TI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/b48YlXmUYr4/s1600/unsaidtempting.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256px" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJfo8m7Eqb0/Th8EvXqm3TI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/b48YlXmUYr4/s320/unsaidtempting.png" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿2. &lt;em&gt;I'm Nice...Sometimes Too Much So&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean that to come out sounding like one of those things when you're asked about your biggest weakness and you say a bunch of things that can be turned into strengths. I love being helpful and considerate and putting someone else above me, but sometimes I stretch that into the "people pleasing" category. I've tried to find that healthy medium of being selfless while also not letting people walk all over me. It's definitely an art form that I'm sure I will never master, but more often than not, it's better to be too nice than not nice enough. ﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;My Heart Resides on My Sleeve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what emotion I'm feeling, you will know it. When I'm happy, I am full on happy. You would think that my body was taken over by 3 year old. I leap for joy and "dance" (I'm not sure what to call what I do...) and forget what an inside voice is. The flip side of that, when I'm mad/sad/irritated/frustrated/any other negative emotion, you know that too. And that my dear readers is the worst. When I'm at work and upset, I certainly do not want my boss and co-workers to know. I need to be composed and even-toned and, you know, professional. I would never change the fact that people know when I'm happy because I honestly believe it rubs off. But I will be the first to say that I need to work on corralling the not so happy emotions until an appropriate time and place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWLQUiTAFE4/Th8U6Lon91I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/uz4WlkPdam4/s1600/20086353_Wr7GLVPr_c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" m$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wWLQUiTAFE4/Th8U6Lon91I/AAAAAAAAB8Y/uz4WlkPdam4/s320/20086353_Wr7GLVPr_c.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/52010299/letterpress-heart-on-sleeve-art-print"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-594964773879484260?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/594964773879484260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=594964773879484260&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/594964773879484260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/594964773879484260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/3-things-i-lovehate-about-myself.html' title='3 Things I Love/Hate About Myself'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HJfo8m7Eqb0/Th8EvXqm3TI/AAAAAAAAB8Q/b48YlXmUYr4/s72-c/unsaidtempting.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7972054927560108831</id><published>2011-07-12T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T09:24:07.624-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>We're All Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Just tell em I'm a nobody that's tryin to tell everybody 'bout Somebody that can save anybody." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;--Denver Moore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxmC5kIKUXo/ThJIN9YZPJI/AAAAAAAAB50/Ivhr4YUO6t4/s1600/_200_360_Book.28.cover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxmC5kIKUXo/ThJIN9YZPJI/AAAAAAAAB50/Ivhr4YUO6t4/s1600/_200_360_Book.28.cover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wish I could remember whose blog I saw this book on because I would go back and thank them. I'm not typically someone that can sit down and read a nonfiction book...real life happens all the time. I like novels and many times, I find nonfiction books slightly mundane. Not this one though. I'll admit, it took a few chapters for me to get into it, but I'm glad that I stuck it out. Amazon describes it as this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A dangerous, homeless drifter who grew up picking cotton in virtual slavery...An upscale art dealer accustomed to the world of Armani and Chanel...A gutsy woman with a stubborn dream...A story so incredible no novelist would dare dream it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It begins outside a burning plantation hut in Louisiana...and an East Texas honky-tonk...and, without a doubt, in the heart of God. It unfolds in a Hollywood hacienda...an upscale New York gallery...a downtown dumpster...a Texas ranch. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gritty with pain and betrayal and brutality, this true story also shines with an unexpected, life-changing love." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a wonderful book and by the time you've finished it, something inside of you has shifted. God has a funny way of leading us to a place that He can use us. And sometimes that may be reading about two men that I will never meet and who had nothing in common except a woman who saw what God could do. God chooses a lot of ways to reveal things to us. Sometimes it's obvious and in your face; and other times you have to be down on your knees in order to see&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book reminded me of&amp;nbsp;what I can and could do&amp;nbsp;and what I'm not doing. We may not be rolling in riches or have an abundant amount of free time, but we have the ability to serve those in need and that is more than enough. God has blessed Andrew and I so much and it's time we start doing more than the bare minimum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read this book, I'd love to hear what you thought and if you haven't read it, I hope I've convinced you to do so! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I found out everybody’s different – the same kind of different as me. We’re all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or something in between, this earth ain’t no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless – just workin our way toward home"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- Denver Moore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7972054927560108831?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7972054927560108831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7972054927560108831&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7972054927560108831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7972054927560108831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/were-all-different.html' title='We&apos;re All Different'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bxmC5kIKUXo/ThJIN9YZPJI/AAAAAAAAB50/Ivhr4YUO6t4/s72-c/_200_360_Book.28.cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-537600677163053227</id><published>2011-07-11T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T12:41:07.173-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summatime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>miscellany monday</title><content type='html'>Today I'm linking up with Carissa from &lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/"&gt;lowercase letters&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;because these are seriously some random pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carissagraham.com/search/label/miscellany%20monday"&gt;&lt;img alt="Miscellany Monday @ lowercase letters" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt255/ElvishAuthoress/MMbutton3.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 2 weekends in July...through the eyes of our camera and sometimes iPhone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hDVnzfDIFo/ThT45DICenI/AAAAAAAAB58/KJQkRZ1zZMg/s1600/photo%25281%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hDVnzfDIFo/ThT45DICenI/AAAAAAAAB58/KJQkRZ1zZMg/s320/photo%25281%2529.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my great-grandma's china that now belongs to me! so pretty&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWXvNc1n1GM/ThT5Svy0MQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/dv5E18-umYM/s1600/DSC_0008_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bWXvNc1n1GM/ThT5Svy0MQI/AAAAAAAAB6A/dv5E18-umYM/s320/DSC_0008_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My great-grandpa! Such a sweet man&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xUgvx1CpTc/ThT53JE-LBI/AAAAAAAAB6E/VsfqpNuXNb4/s1600/DSC_0013_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xUgvx1CpTc/ThT53JE-LBI/AAAAAAAAB6E/VsfqpNuXNb4/s320/DSC_0013_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;such handsome men in my life! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zq2cJUdb9v8/ThT83RCAjGI/AAAAAAAAB6M/wte1jBnKa9U/s1600/DSC_0250a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zq2cJUdb9v8/ThT83RCAjGI/AAAAAAAAB6M/wte1jBnKa9U/s320/DSC_0250a.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 4th weekend...nephew on the swing!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_q4KS4WgmjY/ThT8eDbENcI/AAAAAAAAB6I/-a3RMJ7A8dM/s1600/DSC_0083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_q4KS4WgmjY/ThT8eDbENcI/AAAAAAAAB6I/-a3RMJ7A8dM/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 4th weekend...watching toy story 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ ﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vev7ewy3IG8/ThT9UOFZnGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/58L2MZWIXng/s1600/DSC_0316.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Vev7ewy3IG8/ThT9UOFZnGI/AAAAAAAAB6Q/58L2MZWIXng/s320/DSC_0316.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;July 4th weekend...friends since 4th grade! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xv02dd3ij8/ThT9pCoMZnI/AAAAAAAAB6c/-siZQw5o3lc/s1600/DSC_0348.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_Xv02dd3ij8/ThT9pCoMZnI/AAAAAAAAB6c/-siZQw5o3lc/s320/DSC_0348.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no 4th is complete without some sparkles!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEPwpfEFqeM/ThrbM5ya2lI/AAAAAAAAB68/RpKb055xkMc/s1600/IMG_0360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dEPwpfEFqeM/ThrbM5ya2lI/AAAAAAAAB68/RpKb055xkMc/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;visiting my parents and an old friend!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hV_r_Hyl05k/ThrbNmJs28I/AAAAAAAAB7A/8mICYSoac4M/s1600/IMG_0362.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hV_r_Hyl05k/ThrbNmJs28I/AAAAAAAAB7A/8mICYSoac4M/s320/IMG_0362.JPG" width="240px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;figured out that we've been friends for a decade. how old are we?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGkg20WWExY/Thrcv0l-B1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/sXmGSUgqtjo/s1600/IMG_0367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NGkg20WWExY/Thrcv0l-B1I/AAAAAAAAB7I/sXmGSUgqtjo/s320/IMG_0367.JPG" width="269px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;please don't judge me and the fact that I bought both of those items..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhAs4SDXh9Q/Thrc4kMOpDI/AAAAAAAAB7U/Z64SjAJ-n9c/s1600/IMG_0370.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239px" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DhAs4SDXh9Q/Thrc4kMOpDI/AAAAAAAAB7U/Z64SjAJ-n9c/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;delicious sushi!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ I hope everyone has enjoyed their first 2 weekends of July! Can you believe we'll be halfway through after this week?? I sure can't. But soon, I'll be saying "can you believe it's Christmas time?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-537600677163053227?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/537600677163053227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=537600677163053227&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/537600677163053227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/537600677163053227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/miscellany-monday.html' title='miscellany monday'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--hDVnzfDIFo/ThT45DICenI/AAAAAAAAB58/KJQkRZ1zZMg/s72-c/photo%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-6542016906310000324</id><published>2011-07-10T19:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T06:18:38.944-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s goodness'/><title type='text'>Freely I Have Received...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;Do not judge, or you too will be judged.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;..Why do you look at the speck of sawdust in your brother’s eye and pay no attention to the plank in your own eye?&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span class="woj"&gt;How can you say to your brother, ‘Let me take the speck out of your eye,’ when all the time there is a plank in your own eye?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You hypocrite, first take the plank out of your own eye, and then you  will see clearly to remove the speck from your brother’s eye.&lt;/i&gt; -- Matthew 7:1-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little unsure how to begin this post because it's extremely honest. And though I do not lie on this blog, I am often times overly cautious with exposing myself as well (even if that seems hard to believe). It's a thin line that I tread, but I've done it pretty well. But God laid this on my heart today and where better to discuss then right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to notice how quick I am to &lt;strike&gt;judge&lt;/strike&gt; notice all the things that other people need to change or what people are doing that aren't the "good Christian" thing to do. And as I'm seeing all of those actions and hearing about those decisions, I give myself a pat on the back and praise for not being like &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt;. And then God...reminds me that it is not my place to judge or to boast in anything but Him alone. And how far I am from where I need to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;May I never boast except in the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ, through which&lt;sup&gt; &lt;/sup&gt;the world has been crucified to me, and I to the world.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; -- Galatians 6:14&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; many things that I need to work on and improve in my life and in my walk with the Lord, that a list would take up more post windows then Blogger could offer. I am far from where He needs and deserves me to be. I have become complacent and comfortable and that is scary. The question is, what I am willing to do about it and give up for it? I can be mean, quick to anger, unforgiving and selfish. Clearly, I am not the poster child of what a Godly woman is. Why am I so quick to point out the flaws and weaknesses in others, but even faster to cover mine up? God has not called me to be a judge; He has called me to love and to pray. And I do not do that nearly enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I'm typing this, I'm trying to gather my thoughts so this post is somewhat coherent and hopefully not too rambling. Though I'm not sure at succeeding, I'm realizing that this post was very necessary for me to write. I need to be honest about my shortcomings and expose the areas that I so desperately need to work on and need prayer in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Although I am less than the least of all God's people, this grace was given me...&lt;/i&gt; -- Ephesians 3:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyday I thank God for His love, mercy and grace that brought me through the day. But did shed that on those around me? Did I shower that love and grace on my own husband? Sometimes. Is sometimes enough? The short answer, no. Sometimes is not even close to being enough. Could you imagine if God only loved us &lt;i&gt;sometimes&lt;/i&gt;? Or if when His son hung on the cross it was only for &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of our sins or only for &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; of the time? We are all at different places in our lives and our faith. Maybe you needed to read those words just as much as I needed to type them. I know that I won't walk away from the keyboard or lift my head off the pillow tomorrow morning and be instantly where I need to be in my faith. But I can hope and trust that God is going to keep revealing to me the areas that I need to improve in order to serve and glorify His name.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt; &lt;i&gt;Freely you have received; freely give. &lt;/i&gt;-- Matthew 10:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-6542016906310000324?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/6542016906310000324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=6542016906310000324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6542016906310000324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/6542016906310000324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/freely-i-have-received.html' title='Freely I Have Received...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/th_MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7687543203704748196</id><published>2011-07-04T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T16:45:46.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_ejf4YJswQ/ThIl1C2IS3I/AAAAAAAAB5w/HcOjkza-i54/s1600/patriotic+printables.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_ejf4YJswQ/ThIl1C2IS3I/AAAAAAAAB5w/HcOjkza-i54/s400/patriotic+printables.png" width="308" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;via &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/55823042/"&gt;Pinterest &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;“It  can not be emphasized too strongly or too often that this great nation  was founded, not by religionists, but by Christians, not on religions,  but on the gospel of Jesus Christ!” -- Patrick Henry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7687543203704748196?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7687543203704748196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7687543203704748196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7687543203704748196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7687543203704748196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a_ejf4YJswQ/ThIl1C2IS3I/AAAAAAAAB5w/HcOjkza-i54/s72-c/patriotic+printables.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8083666427966566676</id><published>2011-06-29T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T21:04:52.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puppy love'/><title type='text'>Another Reason</title><content type='html'>I could probably write a long list of reasons of how and why I know I'm not ready to be a mom, but last night solidified an already withstanding reason; lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I do not consider myself a lazy person (most of the time), but I like my sleep and I tend to miss it when I don't get it. Last night, around 1:30, I was woken up by the sound of one of our sweet pups sick to their stomach. I look up, use my phone as a makeshift flashlight and see Dani by the door throwing up. She got sick roughly 5&amp;nbsp; or 6 times last night and I got roughly 5 hours of sleep. Like I said, I like my sleep and 5 hours if for sure not enough. And poor Andrew was the one that stayed up the longest with her, so I don't really have the right to say anything about being tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning after consuming my rather large cup of coffee, I got to thinking about how moms do that on a regular basis. Not once in awhile, but sometimes &lt;b&gt;nightly&lt;/b&gt;. For all the moms out there, I already respected all that you do, but after attempting to function on such a minimal amount of sleep, that respect skyrocketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though I may not have a "real" baby right now, this fur-baby needed me last night and how could I have anything &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; love for this ridiculous sweet, cute face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpWfACr0IGo/TgvLiOBG94I/AAAAAAAAB5o/ijAbO3dT2x4/s1600/DSC_0391.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpWfACr0IGo/TgvLiOBG94I/AAAAAAAAB5o/ijAbO3dT2x4/s320/DSC_0391.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8083666427966566676?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8083666427966566676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8083666427966566676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8083666427966566676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8083666427966566676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/another-reason.html' title='Another Reason'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EpWfACr0IGo/TgvLiOBG94I/AAAAAAAAB5o/ijAbO3dT2x4/s72-c/DSC_0391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-3554761105157908569</id><published>2011-06-28T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T09:45:44.512-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>I Confess!</title><content type='html'>After reading &lt;a href="http://mackeymadness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Megan's&lt;/a&gt; post, I decided to join in and confess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rissyblogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2AQntSXkNA/TgnQ0BD62sI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ugMMjIhlQ-4/s1600/tumblr_l1437xXajv1qzvsqto1_500_large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I confess...I may or may not be addicted to Mystic Tan. Though I've only gotten it once, I've been strategically planning my next visit(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...I get a little too excited when I think about Christmas and getting to use all the decorations I bought at the end of the season last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...I sometimes try to see how long I can go without washing my hair in a week...but I &lt;strong&gt;promise&lt;/strong&gt; I shower everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...the gym has not seen my face in a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...I'd like to move to Chicago someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAj6TN71HXM/TgnaT0alP2I/AAAAAAAAB5k/fxpok7nVWjA/s1600/DSC_0092_01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XAj6TN71HXM/TgnaT0alP2I/AAAAAAAAB5k/fxpok7nVWjA/s320/DSC_0092_01.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I confess...I get irrationally annoyed at slow walking people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...I'm a little too impatient &lt;strike&gt;some&lt;/strike&gt; a lot of the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess...I was a little sad when I saw I had lost a follower on my blog today! I don't have many to begin with, so one is kinda a big deal! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to confess something into the blogosphere? Link up to &lt;a href="http://rissyblogs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rissy&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Tuesday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-3554761105157908569?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/3554761105157908569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=3554761105157908569&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3554761105157908569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/3554761105157908569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/i-confess.html' title='I Confess!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p2AQntSXkNA/TgnQ0BD62sI/AAAAAAAAB5U/ugMMjIhlQ-4/s72-c/tumblr_l1437xXajv1qzvsqto1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-855648256992922129</id><published>2011-06-27T08:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T08:30:01.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Learning to Handle the Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art… It has no  survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to  survival.” -- C.S. Lewis&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost without a doubt, I would have to say that the hardest part of growing up, is realizing that some relationships are seasonal. When going into a friendship or community of people, you typically don't enter expecting that the relationships that grow will some day fade or go away entirely. At least I don't. I knew that when I went to Appalachian State in 2004, that I would leave in 2008 or thereabouts. But little did I know that when I stepped onto that campus in the small town of Boone, that I would make some of the most life changing relationships that I've ever had to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met my husband, made new friendships and existing friendships became stronger. I left high school fully aware that I would probably not speak to most of my graduating class when it was all said and done. I realize this is not how it is for everyone, but I left knowing that, accepting it and felt not remorse about it. College is where you meet the friends that last...the ones that will stand beside you through the years and seasons to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least that's what I thought and to an extent, I would say that I still believe it to be true. I made some amazing friends that I still consider some of my best. The ones that I will want there when tears of joy and celebration are shed and the ones that I want when tragedy will inevitably strike.&amp;nbsp; But truthfully, many of the friends and relationships that I held in my years at App State are now only communicated with and through Facebook comments or sporadic text messages. Honestly, to know that so many of the people we celebrated our wedding day with find out about stepping stones in our life through this blog or another social networking site, hurts. It's a tough thing to swallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And despite the three paragraphs I have already written, I really have no point to this post--just venting I suppose. I'm not placing blame on anyone person because a relationship consists of more than one person and I realize that I am as much to blame for some of these friendships dwindling away. And I fully take that on because, again, I know that for each and every season we're allowed to go through, God is providing a lesson. There is always something to learn and the things that are the hardest things to learn are usually the most needed. Each one of the relationships I held, I will always cherish and I know that I grew in at least one area of my life. The funny thing about giving someone love, means that you are opening yourself up to be hurt. Please don't think that I'm being dramatic when I say that; I say it because it's true. You can't be hurt if you don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendships and loving one another is as necessary the air we breath in my opinion. True, you can be alive without holding a meaningful relationship, but what kind of life is that? Scared of being hurt or afraid to let someone in, is not reason enough to live a life of emptiness. To each friend that I hold now or have held at some point, I thank you for being apart of my life and I offer my sincerest apology if ever hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;But Ruth said, “Do not urge me to  leave you or to return from following you. For where you go I will go,  and where you lodge I will lodge. Your people shall be my people, and  your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there will I be buried.  May the LORD do so to me and more also if anything but death parts me  from you.” - &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ruth 1:16-17 &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-color: -moz-use-text-color; border-style: none; border-width: 0px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-855648256992922129?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/855648256992922129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=855648256992922129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/855648256992922129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/855648256992922129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/learning-to-handle-seasons.html' title='Learning to Handle the Seasons'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/th_MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-537067526066200730</id><published>2011-06-24T09:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T09:12:03.677-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What I Loved About This Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I loved&lt;/strong&gt; some awesome cooking by Andrew's wonderfully sweet, talented aunt! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcA0M6AzA-4/TgSKRCwuZjI/AAAAAAAAB4o/6cmw4kAKV_A/s1600/New+Image.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcA0M6AzA-4/TgSKRCwuZjI/AAAAAAAAB4o/6cmw4kAKV_A/s320/New+Image.JPG" width="239px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved&lt;/strong&gt; having Nutella for the first time! I honestly don't know how I went so long without knowing it's awesome-ness. I'm sure I can find someone to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whF5YdKatpg/TgSKpXxcEmI/AAAAAAAAB4s/4eUAs1_S1Ts/s1600/74786-Nutella.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-whF5YdKatpg/TgSKpXxcEmI/AAAAAAAAB4s/4eUAs1_S1Ts/s1600/74786-Nutella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved&lt;/strong&gt; watching the NBA draft and not having to think about what the Tar Heels were losing for the upcoming season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdo6z02LxZU/TgSLaJ8z4wI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WOfwrB74CpA/s1600/2009%252BNBA%252BDraft%252BE8Mcc5rJXL4l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hdo6z02LxZU/TgSLaJ8z4wI/AAAAAAAAB4w/WOfwrB74CpA/s320/2009%252BNBA%252BDraft%252BE8Mcc5rJXL4l.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As much as I enjoyed our vacation to the Windy City {if you couldn't tell}, &lt;strong&gt;I loved&lt;/strong&gt; coming back home! Dorthy had it right all along...&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te_c87b5uQ4/TgSLrC5uAmI/AAAAAAAAB40/NGWdg6q5tik/s1600/p39661b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Te_c87b5uQ4/TgSLrC5uAmI/AAAAAAAAB40/NGWdg6q5tik/s320/p39661b.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.taylorgifts.com/item/theres_no_place_like_home_doormat/W33142"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿﻿ &lt;strong&gt;I loved&lt;/strong&gt; that Rookie Blue started back! Hubby and I got hooked last summer, so I'm glad it's back on for another summer season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z--D5DfuVc0/TgSMBeLNAZI/AAAAAAAAB44/KVu3GrStJ2M/s1600/key_art_rookie_blue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="124px" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z--D5DfuVc0/TgSMBeLNAZI/AAAAAAAAB44/KVu3GrStJ2M/s320/key_art_rookie_blue.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://anhkhoi.blogspot.com/2010/09/rookie-blue-is-most-watched-new.html"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ And as always, &lt;strong&gt;I loved&lt;/strong&gt; my husband. He is amazing and I am ridiculously thankful for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_eRjAugLDQ/S1xz2Qvkq0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/4up4FHKLqmw/s1600/CBP_6113bw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o_eRjAugLDQ/S1xz2Qvkq0I/AAAAAAAAAx8/4up4FHKLqmw/s320/CBP_6113bw.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Please tell me what you &lt;strong&gt;loved&lt;/strong&gt; this week!! Happy Friday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-537067526066200730?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/537067526066200730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=537067526066200730&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/537067526066200730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/537067526066200730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/what-i-loved-about-this-week.html' title='What I Loved About This Week'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DcA0M6AzA-4/TgSKRCwuZjI/AAAAAAAAB4o/6cmw4kAKV_A/s72-c/New+Image.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2343261257788736004</id><published>2011-06-23T08:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T08:35:01.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Last Recap of Chicago</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that two whole afternoons were devoted to rooting the Cubs to victory, we still had plenty of time to get some great sight seeing in. On Friday after the game, we headed up Michigan Avenue to do a boat tour. I highly recommend this to anyone that has the chance because it's definitely worth it. Like I said to Andrew, for all we knew everything the tour guide was completely made up, but it sounded good if nothing else. They keep the information pretty general and light so your brain doesn't hurt after the hour and some change is over. It also gives you a great opportunity to a) see things you wouldn't otherwise see and b) learn some fun facts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1T7EmkV9EU/TgKL6uoQSKI/AAAAAAAAB4E/2pVMMKDNGe4/s1600/DSC_0876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1T7EmkV9EU/TgKL6uoQSKI/AAAAAAAAB4E/2pVMMKDNGe4/s320/DSC_0876.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7p_t7wUd3A/TgKMGB8aAwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/TQGyynFwmcM/s1600/DSC_0996.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e7p_t7wUd3A/TgKMGB8aAwI/AAAAAAAAB4I/TQGyynFwmcM/s320/DSC_0996.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPshi1cTCzk/TgKNi9Ai3KI/AAAAAAAAB4M/oVn_BrMekx0/s1600/DSC_0092_01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UPshi1cTCzk/TgKNi9Ai3KI/AAAAAAAAB4M/oVn_BrMekx0/s320/DSC_0092_01.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TP9O4laUVKE/TgKNuEP0mLI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/JXoTQMsHnSc/s1600/DSC_0146_01.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TP9O4laUVKE/TgKNuEP0mLI/AAAAAAAAB4Q/JXoTQMsHnSc/s320/DSC_0146_01.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Though it got somewhat chilly being out on Lake Michigan, it was great to see Chicago! Towards the end of the tour, I could barely focus on what the guide was saying due to hunger and windblown. But then again, I was the idiot that didn't bring a jacket to Chicago. Please don't think less of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last full day, Saturday, could not have been more perfect for sightseeing via the streets of the Windy City. And I honestly think we walked a total of 5 or 6 miles, which I'm not complaining about&amp;nbsp; because have I mentioned how much I ate? And I assure you, I looked so hot in my sundress and sneakers. Yes, I wore my running shoes for this part of the endeavor. It was either that or flip flops and I know Andrew would not have wanted to hear me complain for all those miles about how my feet/back/etc hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vobMcplsS5w/TgKQLd3g7QI/AAAAAAAAB4U/8_p-VeH7Wdo/s1600/DSC_0049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vobMcplsS5w/TgKQLd3g7QI/AAAAAAAAB4U/8_p-VeH7Wdo/s320/DSC_0049.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSq-rUZYQNM/TgKQY58uWKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/YptDNw6hkU8/s1600/DSC_0093.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xSq-rUZYQNM/TgKQY58uWKI/AAAAAAAAB4Y/YptDNw6hkU8/s320/DSC_0093.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Bean!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5mY6qxWtq3Y/TgKQb2kp_bI/AAAAAAAAB4c/MwUh7NtQLvw/s1600/DSC_0118.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5mY6qxWtq3Y/TgKQb2kp_bI/AAAAAAAAB4c/MwUh7NtQLvw/s320/DSC_0118.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Wo3ZwsKLQ/TgKSFoOEZ5I/AAAAAAAAB4g/DKXPBdTqPeQ/s1600/DSC_0216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d5Wo3ZwsKLQ/TgKSFoOEZ5I/AAAAAAAAB4g/DKXPBdTqPeQ/s320/DSC_0216.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the harbor..I don't know which one&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWsg-YyPNyM/TgKSOoWPugI/AAAAAAAAB4k/yDr_LT3Jys8/s1600/DSC_0248.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XWsg-YyPNyM/TgKSOoWPugI/AAAAAAAAB4k/yDr_LT3Jys8/s320/DSC_0248.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was the perfect way to more or less finish up our trip. When you hear "Chicago" a lot of things come to mind; wind, cold, Oprah, pizza, etc. But to actually have the opportunity to experience this incredible city allows these words; historical, awesome, fun, triumphant. During the boat tour the guide said a quote that I unfortunately only heard the tail end of, but those words stuck with me;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Chicago is a combination of mistakes and miracles."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that because clearly those words can apply to more than just a city. Our lives, each and everyday, are made up of near misses and blessings. I have searched thoroughly, in a myriad of ways on Google trying to find the rest of this quotes, but had no luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This should conclude my recaps of Chicago, but no promises! Please feel free to pass on any tips about the next time we go back...because we will be returning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;But when I go to Chicago, I know I'm home.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;i&gt;--Hank Sauer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0pt none; margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2343261257788736004?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2343261257788736004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2343261257788736004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2343261257788736004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2343261257788736004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/last-recap-of-chicago.html' title='Last Recap of Chicago'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F1T7EmkV9EU/TgKL6uoQSKI/AAAAAAAAB4E/2pVMMKDNGe4/s72-c/DSC_0876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-1310750173577264402</id><published>2011-06-22T20:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T07:16:46.656-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Chicago Through My iPhone</title><content type='html'>I knew before we got to Chicago that in addition to the thousands (literally) of pictures we would take on our camera, I wanted to have enough on my phone to do this kind of post. Goal reached! Enjoy the picture overload you're about to experience!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1dVc-w5Cg/TgKHC1L5lgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/W0RxnaKUyy4/s1600/IMG_0280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1dVc-w5Cg/TgKHC1L5lgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/W0RxnaKUyy4/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Gino's East the first night! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbp5xtIMS5I/TgKHGiqC-VI/AAAAAAAAB3o/a2sRYzPCvqk/s1600/IMG_0306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="247" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fbp5xtIMS5I/TgKHGiqC-VI/AAAAAAAAB3o/a2sRYzPCvqk/s320/IMG_0306.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;first game at Wrigley!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MBb1_FulVc/TgKHJ0JiCLI/AAAAAAAAB3s/2Zgr8k9Aooc/s1600/IMG_0294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1MBb1_FulVc/TgKHJ0JiCLI/AAAAAAAAB3s/2Zgr8k9Aooc/s320/IMG_0294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VL2Is68SUEc/TgKHzZZFEII/AAAAAAAAB3w/1hX0ty8Gf0I/s1600/IMG_0301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VL2Is68SUEc/TgKHzZZFEII/AAAAAAAAB3w/1hX0ty8Gf0I/s320/IMG_0301.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Chicago River at sunset&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSzj7K_g_Rg/TgKH0GEiPkI/AAAAAAAAB30/q4zc1B7tUQg/s1600/IMG_0308.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSzj7K_g_Rg/TgKH0GEiPkI/AAAAAAAAB30/q4zc1B7tUQg/s320/IMG_0308.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;my ball that a Cubs player tossed to me!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH7Y5_ZdkIg/TgKH23Qh_4I/AAAAAAAAB34/74RSrZ6MNRs/s1600/IMG_0315.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH7Y5_ZdkIg/TgKH23Qh_4I/AAAAAAAAB34/74RSrZ6MNRs/s320/IMG_0315.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;from the boat tour we took! :) &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdRKY7Mc12A/TgKIp17cNSI/AAAAAAAAB38/4r7N3otW9cM/s1600/IMG_0318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wdRKY7Mc12A/TgKIp17cNSI/AAAAAAAAB38/4r7N3otW9cM/s320/IMG_0318.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;"the bean"&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BV3I-xTPj-c/TgKIvR9xuWI/AAAAAAAAB4A/ieSGG6Fmrts/s1600/IMG_0328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BV3I-xTPj-c/TgKIvR9xuWI/AAAAAAAAB4A/ieSGG6Fmrts/s320/IMG_0328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the flight home...I just loved these clouds&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Though they say a picture is worth a thousand words, I need a lot more than to describe how amazing our time was and how much we each loved Chicago. I've said it before and I'll say it again; if you haven't gone, you should. It's worth every minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-1310750173577264402?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/1310750173577264402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=1310750173577264402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1310750173577264402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/1310750173577264402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/chicago-through-my-iphone.html' title='Chicago Through My iPhone'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1dVc-w5Cg/TgKHC1L5lgI/AAAAAAAAB3k/W0RxnaKUyy4/s72-c/IMG_0280.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-2084760541955103355</id><published>2011-06-22T13:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:17:21.610-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tar heel obsession'/><title type='text'>Keeping the Dream Alive</title><content type='html'>In all of my Windy City excitement, I completely forgot to recognize the Tar Heel baseball boys&amp;nbsp;and making it back to the College World Series for the fifth time in six years! Sadly and shockingly, I have never made it to a Carolina baseball game, but I try to follow them throughout their season and thankfully, Twitter has made that a lot easier. Unfortunately, they fell in the first round to first-timers Vanderbilt, but bounced back to defeat the Texas Longhorns 3-0 on Monday with help of freshmen pitcher, Kent Emanuel.&amp;nbsp;Emanuel collected his first career shutout with the victory allowing only four hits and one walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that name and those facts so significant? Because you could watch every college baseball game for the rest of your life and you may not see a pitcher send&amp;nbsp;the collegiate world's&amp;nbsp;best hitters back to the dugout without crossing home plate for nine innings. Simply,&amp;nbsp;sending one of the country's best teams home without a run to their&amp;nbsp;name and for a freshmen to&amp;nbsp;single-handedly&amp;nbsp;throw&amp;nbsp;his team into the&amp;nbsp;victory column,&amp;nbsp;is not a common&amp;nbsp;occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I will never feel the way for baseball that I do college basketball, post season tournaments and runs are just as exciting in June as they are in March. Well maybe not &lt;em&gt;just&lt;/em&gt; as exciting, but exciting nonetheless. And the tradition that has&amp;nbsp;made itself known in&amp;nbsp;Omaha&amp;nbsp;is one&amp;nbsp;that will only continue to grow. And considering the&amp;nbsp;drought of college sports during the summer months,&amp;nbsp;I'll&amp;nbsp;savor the Tar&amp;nbsp;Heels victories&amp;nbsp;one at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll face the Commodores once more tonight at 7 in hopes of keeping their name in the 2011 CWS Bracket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Go Heels!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XBe0wLdfwk/TgIrwsk5u-I/AAAAAAAAB20/HAwQlk8lefI/s1600/213-imG6b_St_156.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" i$="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XBe0wLdfwk/TgIrwsk5u-I/AAAAAAAAB20/HAwQlk8lefI/s320/213-imG6b_St_156.jpg" width="219px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsobserver.com/2011/06/22/1291848/heels-cant-get-home.html?tab=gallery&amp;amp;gallery=/2011/06/20/1288039/unc-shuts-out-texas-3-0-062011.html&amp;amp;gid_index=1"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="texas_5_parsons" src="http://www.dailytarheel.com/media/00/00/00/67/6715_texas_5_parsonsf.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailytarheel.com/index.php/gallery/baseball_north_carolina_vs._texas_college_world_series"&gt;via&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿﻿ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-2084760541955103355?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/2084760541955103355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=2084760541955103355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2084760541955103355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/2084760541955103355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/keeping-dream-alive.html' title='Keeping the Dream Alive'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5XBe0wLdfwk/TgIrwsk5u-I/AAAAAAAAB20/HAwQlk8lefI/s72-c/213-imG6b_St_156.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-574680687114272375</id><published>2011-06-21T08:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T09:22:58.093-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Hey Chicago, what do you say...</title><content type='html'>On to the next recap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday were mostly centered around going to Wrigley and watching the Cubs. And though I may not be the biggest baseball fan, just knowing how excited my husband was to witness these games made it more than worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to Wrigley on Thursday with more than enough time, but Andrew wanted to ensure we had time to take it all in and walk around. Looking back, I hope that I was excited &lt;i&gt;acting&lt;/i&gt; even if it I wasn't exciting &lt;i&gt;feeling&lt;/i&gt; because this meant so much to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmc87qz1K68/Tf_q2xZVbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/r6nVMm8fog0/s1600/CSC_0215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmc87qz1K68/Tf_q2xZVbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/r6nVMm8fog0/s320/CSC_0215.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anXRstK8uNY/Tf_rAJTwIRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/m-Jpi6XwUXc/s1600/DSC_0600_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-anXRstK8uNY/Tf_rAJTwIRI/AAAAAAAAB2Y/m-Jpi6XwUXc/s320/DSC_0600_2.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COUhR5s7trE/Tf_rNMOCemI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kmRZXWL6V6I/s1600/DSC_0736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-COUhR5s7trE/Tf_rNMOCemI/AAAAAAAAB2c/kmRZXWL6V6I/s320/DSC_0736.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Thursday's victory over the Milwaukee Brewers was awesome and made for a great first experience! Dinner that night was at none other than Gino's once again. It was just too good to go one time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday's game was one of big anticipation for the Chicago Cubs fan base because the New York Yankees came to town. I pretty much hate the Yankees, so I was very hopeful for a 'W' for the hometown squad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yvwDgVbn3k/Tf_y8Nb2GUI/AAAAAAAAB2g/PZSD4hXryls/s1600/DSC_0096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1yvwDgVbn3k/Tf_y8Nb2GUI/AAAAAAAAB2g/PZSD4hXryls/s320/DSC_0096.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A Cubs player gave me a ball during batting practice!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO7tzdTTH3w/Tf_zERok2JI/AAAAAAAAB2k/5JWmYUz27y4/s1600/CSC_0671.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OO7tzdTTH3w/Tf_zERok2JI/AAAAAAAAB2k/5JWmYUz27y4/s320/CSC_0671.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGqZBZiAHE/Tf_zL2vKAqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/kvSpvWWUABc/s1600/DSC_0858.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lbGqZBZiAHE/Tf_zL2vKAqI/AAAAAAAAB2o/kvSpvWWUABc/s320/DSC_0858.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cubs win!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqBwT0cHaUI/Tf_znxJwWpI/AAAAAAAAB2s/jZlEdB0Z_U8/s1600/DSC_0863.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212px" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqBwT0cHaUI/Tf_znxJwWpI/AAAAAAAAB2s/jZlEdB0Z_U8/s320/DSC_0863.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So hubby's first 2 games to Wrigley were successful and we were able to witness Cubs victories. The whole experience of a MLB game was unlike any other and it was wonderful. We had a great time and to know that I got to experience Andrew's dream with him means more than words can express.&amp;nbsp; The camaraderie that rises up in a city like Chicago because of a sporting event&amp;nbsp;is quite remarkable. Sports can inexplicably bring people together and that is a really fun thing to be apart of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened in both games; a HUGE flock of seagulls appeared roughly at the start of the 8th inning. And once they got there, they just hung out on the roof, waiting for everyone to leave so they could feast on the leftovers. The next day, we were watching the game on t.v. and the seagulls came back around the same time...only problem was the game started later and the game wasn't even halfway over. I honestly felt bad for these birds! They had their routine down and this was throwing it off! Animals are way smarter than we give them credit for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is my recap for the games! Have you ever been to a major league baseball game? Were their seagulls? I'd love to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-574680687114272375?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/574680687114272375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=574680687114272375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/574680687114272375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/574680687114272375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/hey-chicago-what-do-you-say.html' title='Hey Chicago, what do you say...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmc87qz1K68/Tf_q2xZVbJI/AAAAAAAAB2U/r6nVMm8fog0/s72-c/CSC_0215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8716688757012019173</id><published>2011-06-20T19:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T19:30:31.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><title type='text'>Chicago...My Kinda Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Amazing. Wonderful. Perfect.&lt;/i&gt; Those words do not even begin to give justice to our time in Chicago. Andrew has been waiting a lifetime to go to the Windy City and experience everything it has to offer, but more specifically, Wrigley Field. His mom will tell you, he's been a Chicago Cubs fan since the beginning of time. And she wouldn't be far off. So needless to say, this trip was a long time coming and I truly believe it lived up to the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there on our anniversary {June 14th} and we were greeted with a beautiful Midwestern summer afternoon. After getting settled into our hotel, we headed out onto Michigan Avenue which is a sight to be seen for sure. Pretty much any and every name in fashion can be found on the Magnificent Mile, however, our wallets were still our wallets, so we did a lot of window shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2A48DXGfo/Tf-6k9i7NnI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Nll7ESfe4Oc/s1600/DSC_0061.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2A48DXGfo/Tf-6k9i7NnI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Nll7ESfe4Oc/s320/DSC_0061.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For dinner we headed to the famous Gino's East Pizzeria. My stomach growls and mouth waters just thinking about their pizza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mmTOKU6-4s/Tf-9X_8wDnI/AAAAAAAAB00/S3OMSKG-P74/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6mmTOKU6-4s/Tf-9X_8wDnI/AAAAAAAAB00/S3OMSKG-P74/s320/DSC_0036.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never had Chicago style pizza, but I have to tell you, I am converted! This was the best pizza I think I have ever had. And if you have had Chicago deep dish, then you know this pizza is meant to be experienced and not merely eaten. It takes time to eat and to savor. This is not a quick "eat as you go" pizza. It takes roughly 45 minutes from the time you order it to get it, which may seem a bit unreasonable for pizza. I assure you, it is not because it is worth every crumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAfn2xy8omA/Tf--SCMqVMI/AAAAAAAAB04/qpKrxrU_238/s1600/DSC_0055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="164" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VAfn2xy8omA/Tf--SCMqVMI/AAAAAAAAB04/qpKrxrU_238/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the masterpiece!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTVD3Xu5Zi4/Tf--bc100kI/AAAAAAAAB08/IeIwvlRNhzU/s1600/CSC_0058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iTVD3Xu5Zi4/Tf--bc100kI/AAAAAAAAB08/IeIwvlRNhzU/s320/CSC_0058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44_ELeHCR2E/Tf--nimAzwI/AAAAAAAAB1A/g6DJuC0z3aw/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-44_ELeHCR2E/Tf--nimAzwI/AAAAAAAAB1A/g6DJuC0z3aw/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I honestly could probably write an entire post purely devoted to this pizza, but I will not put you guys through that. The next day started out beautiful, so we headed to Navy Pier to eat at Harry Caray's and walk around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpC2DLOgOf8/Tf_G13HVpqI/AAAAAAAAB1I/u0GoLwAURuU/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SpC2DLOgOf8/Tf_G13HVpqI/AAAAAAAAB1I/u0GoLwAURuU/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdGgH-DCQdE/Tf_HZLG0NxI/AAAAAAAAB1M/kVkFWDIAEPw/s1600/DSC_0096.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdGgH-DCQdE/Tf_HZLG0NxI/AAAAAAAAB1M/kVkFWDIAEPw/s320/DSC_0096.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;this place had all kinds of Cubs memorabilia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8r9_FsM9rpw/Tf_Go0XUlwI/AAAAAAAAB1E/ta0eX-DpL8U/s1600/CSC_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8r9_FsM9rpw/Tf_Go0XUlwI/AAAAAAAAB1E/ta0eX-DpL8U/s320/CSC_0126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;us with Harry!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;By the time we finished eating, a fine mist had settled on Navy Pier and I would go as far as to say it was cold. But keep in mind, we've been used to 90 degree weather, so 55 and windy was cold! Despite that, we walked around to take some pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LfaA-yc7ek/Tf_NBMZYYqI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/WV2CstNH_xk/s1600/DSC_0168.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--LfaA-yc7ek/Tf_NBMZYYqI/AAAAAAAAB1Q/WV2CstNH_xk/s320/DSC_0168.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLAD1-5wpsg/Tf_NLK7cNjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/vVkm3RUlQgs/s1600/CSC_0264.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WLAD1-5wpsg/Tf_NLK7cNjI/AAAAAAAAB1U/vVkm3RUlQgs/s320/CSC_0264.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaXZ-Bt1oIQ/Tf_NSqURoII/AAAAAAAAB1Y/gA91SLMUGq0/s1600/DSC_0252_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kaXZ-Bt1oIQ/Tf_NSqURoII/AAAAAAAAB1Y/gA91SLMUGq0/s320/DSC_0252_2.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Once we were thoroughly chilled and wet, we caught a cab to head back to our hotel and to relax a bit more before going to dinner. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;{If you're starting to think we ate a lot while on this trip, you would not be mistaken}&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Keeping with our tradition of eating at Cheesecake Factory in every state we visit, we headed back out into the wind and walked the 3 or 4 blocks from our hotel. I was actually brave and tried something different...though I'm not sure I'd try it again!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-968GrmnDA-E/Tf_Om-tWopI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GWX3Kvx5CD8/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-968GrmnDA-E/Tf_Om-tWopI/AAAAAAAAB1c/GWX3Kvx5CD8/s320/DSC_0003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rs6Go_fU2CU/Tf_OybbOgmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/9fU_PfwkJqw/s1600/DSC_0012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rs6Go_fU2CU/Tf_OybbOgmI/AAAAAAAAB1g/9fU_PfwkJqw/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;snickers cheesecake!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, we just relaxed in our room and ate some cheesecake. And that is where I shall end this post, but please know more recaps of this amazing trip will be making their presence known on this blog! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8716688757012019173?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8716688757012019173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8716688757012019173&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8716688757012019173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8716688757012019173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/chicagomy-kinda-town.html' title='Chicago...My Kinda Town'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1B2A48DXGfo/Tf-6k9i7NnI/AAAAAAAAB0w/Nll7ESfe4Oc/s72-c/DSC_0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-8493632075036112901</id><published>2011-06-16T08:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T08:00:00.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings From the Midwest</title><content type='html'>I am kind of in love with Chicago! We have eaten some amazing food, seen some great sights and thoroughly enjoyed each others company. It's crazy that we've been married for officially 3 years, but I couldn't imagine a better place to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been making mental notes about everything to blog about, so go ahead and brace yourself! But I wanted to blog just once while we were here. If you've never been to Chicago, then I highly recommend adding it to your list of places to go. I have already found myself saying "well, the next time we come..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that, I'll leave you with the suspense of the details to come and a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqeTEJkKAc8/TflazJWK84I/AAAAAAAAB0s/a_TogjjIITk/s1600/DSC_0252a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqeTEJkKAc8/TflazJWK84I/AAAAAAAAB0s/a_TogjjIITk/s320/DSC_0252a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Navy Pier in the wind!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-8493632075036112901?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/8493632075036112901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=8493632075036112901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8493632075036112901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/8493632075036112901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/greetings-from-midwest.html' title='Greetings From the Midwest'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uqeTEJkKAc8/TflazJWK84I/AAAAAAAAB0s/a_TogjjIITk/s72-c/DSC_0252a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-7423903343958299993</id><published>2011-06-14T08:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T08:25:00.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hubby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>3 Years!</title><content type='html'>It's true! It's been three years since I said "I do" and he did too. Sometimes it feels like longer {in a good way of course} and other times it seems as though it's only been a matter of days. We have laughed and cried; experienced the joy of new life and the sadness of a life lost; we've traveled and we've spent days on the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been moments where each of us wanted to strangle the other, but more often than not, we've realized how incredibly blessed and lucky we are. I'm thankful for a husband that loves me when I don't know how anyone but the good Lord could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's my best friend and I want to be the best version of myself for him. I thank God for him daily and pray for him more than for myself. I am incomplete without him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy anniversary Andrew! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW9muC0Pcw/Tfax3zw-0XI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pmPsnN0NMrM/s1600/01AwcA9g_iL_AAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW9muC0Pcw/Tfax3zw-0XI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pmPsnN0NMrM/s320/01AwcA9g_iL_AAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2OG3A2xejk/TfayMU9R86I/AAAAAAAAB0c/tIaP2eV5l2U/s1600/CBP_6523copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-s2OG3A2xejk/TfayMU9R86I/AAAAAAAAB0c/tIaP2eV5l2U/s320/CBP_6523copy.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAiivARV93E/TfayTk8s1_I/AAAAAAAAB0g/-1JDNz3SOyc/s1600/DSC_0390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="294" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gAiivARV93E/TfayTk8s1_I/AAAAAAAAB0g/-1JDNz3SOyc/s320/DSC_0390.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hen0AQoVIIY/Tfayaj0-7cI/AAAAAAAAB0k/n-g2GkCIcvk/s1600/DSC_0456.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hen0AQoVIIY/Tfayaj0-7cI/AAAAAAAAB0k/n-g2GkCIcvk/s320/DSC_0456.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugRrPC_Mxgo/TfayoeKYovI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tdGFI9_akhw/s1600/DSC_0506+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ugRrPC_Mxgo/TfayoeKYovI/AAAAAAAAB0o/tdGFI9_akhw/s320/DSC_0506+copy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" border="0" src="http://i1212.photobucket.com/albums/cc449/blueluxstudio/MaggieJ/MaggieJ_Signature2-1.png" style="border: 0; margin: 0; padding: 0;" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5887820640255463003-7423903343958299993?l=www.acarolinalove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/feeds/7423903343958299993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5887820640255463003&amp;postID=7423903343958299993&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7423903343958299993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5887820640255463003/posts/default/7423903343958299993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.acarolinalove.com/2011/06/3-years.html' title='3 Years!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06724821193256904714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wzo0-e9G4WU/TjN7G7Pg9XI/AAAAAAAAB_U/2AxvLIUeM94/s220/DSC_0250.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JvW9muC0Pcw/Tfax3zw-0XI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/pmPsnN0NMrM/s72-c/01AwcA9g_iL_AAAAABAAAAAAAAAAA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5887820640255463003.post-566433687943898785</id><published>2011-06-12T20:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T20:34:24.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>A Quick Mountain Getaway!</title><content type='html'>This weekend I had the chance to go up to Boone to celebrate 2 friends that are getting married and Brittany's, my best friend, 25th birthday! Sadly, I forgot my camera in my car for the duration of the wedding shower/cookout! But we had a great time hanging out, eating, playing games and enjoying the loveliness of Boone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the cookout, Brittany, Tyler {the boyfriend} and I grabbed some milkshakes and walked around the Boone mall. After those 5 minutes had passed, we headed to check into the hotel where we were staying with her parents. When we walked into our room we were greeted with a red, heart shaped jacuzzi.&amp;nbsp; And no, it was not the bathroom, but roughly 6 feet away from the only bed in the room. Clearly, this was the wrong room, but how we could we let this opportunity pass without some pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bv4g6i0X48/TfVWjRGubwI/AAAAAAAABz4/r91h4Jlmakc/s1600/DSC_0057.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bv4g6i0X48/TfVWjRGubwI/AAAAAAAABz4/r91h4Jlmakc/s320/DSC_0057.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; 
