<?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-8135889604674524651</id><updated>2012-02-02T00:53:49.941-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staple it Together</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>182</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6640203421229027430</id><published>2008-08-27T19:49:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:39:06.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To the left, To the left</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Koz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koz is doing great and his lump/bump was not cancerous! We are so happy and so relieved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He had a big play day today with his buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239366852950990226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX4ZLYZnZI/AAAAAAAABn8/g0GZAwlIJyw/s320/3+amegos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239367126902201778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX4pH7dXbI/AAAAAAAABoE/iUcv_dM2_M4/s320/sunrise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This and the rest of my pictures were snapped on the blackberry...I once again managed to leave the house without the camera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned my plan was to just run, and I did...slowly. It was a small race and by far the prettiest race I have run this year. It was an out and back and most of the time the reservoir was on one side and the mountains were on the other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was surprised how much I enjoyed not worrying about my watch or having the ipod in my ears. Before the race I wondered what I would think about the entire time. Then, before the race started, the race director told us that, at the split the 10k would go to the right and the 5K would go to the left....mmmm to the left to the left...and Beyonce stayed in my head the entire time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only stopped three times for a short walk...but I like I said I was running pretty slow. Reason being the bottom (anterior) part of both of my knee caps hurt each time my foot hit the pavement. It was my slowest race by far, a little over 37 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239369820875908530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX7F7w15bI/AAAAAAAABoM/9muSmSl6Jts/s320/me+at+racoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;As usual I had my pit crew on hand. We ended up hanging out for a while because the race actually blocked the road down the mountain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239370324855652498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX7jRO-gJI/AAAAAAAABoU/p7Aiq3So1LE/s320/scott.jpg" border="0" /&gt; But...we did not wait long enough. I ended up getting third in my age group! There were only three of us...but I still placed :)! We will have to wait and see if they send me the 3rd place trophy in the mail. &lt;p&gt;And, you know me...had to get the pancakes. I told Scott to surprise me, as long as there were pancakes, and we went to &lt;a href="http://www.arethas.com/"&gt;Aretha Frankenstein's&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.arethas.com/photos/forty_day.html"&gt;Yum-O!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239371632934476114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX8vaNRWVI/AAAAAAAABoc/YxLvd3mrW6E/s320/aretha+after+race.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239371763364160306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX83AGIYzI/AAAAAAAABok/8lm4qVYcPx0/s320/aretha+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momo and Beer Over Dirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After breakfast I went home and made Momo's banana bread WITH peanut butter chips. THE BEST banana bread. I am becoming a blogging baker...I recently made Kathleen's blueberry coffee cake too.Let's just say the co-workers have been living me lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we went over to the Beerfest in town. My parent's had the boat at the dock and we hung out there for most of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239373382809865810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX-VRAEzlI/AAAAAAAABos/BrCudZcXz5w/s320/boat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as the morning started with a beautiful sunrise it ended with a beautiful sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239373697208933778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX-nkOp3ZI/AAAAAAAABo0/JkXhGhAFjHs/s320/sunset.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not know 'bout me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You must not know 'bout me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Beyonce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6640203421229027430?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6640203421229027430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6640203421229027430' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6640203421229027430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6640203421229027430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/08/to-left-to-left.html' title='To the left, To the left'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SLX4ZLYZnZI/AAAAAAAABn8/g0GZAwlIJyw/s72-c/3+amegos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-468531244674419112</id><published>2008-08-17T14:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T15:24:08.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes</title><content type='html'>Catching Up &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Koz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor Kozmo has had another issue. He went in to get some dental work done and I mentioned that I wanted the vet to take a look at a bump on his chest. Well, it turned out that she is worried it might be a tumor and they took it off and sent it off to get biopsied. Poor Koz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235579143847168914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiDffZ0S5I/AAAAAAAABL0/29Z9s5JsDuA/s320/Koz%27s+injury.JPG" width="144" border="0" /&gt;The Diet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Diet, what diet? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fact of the matter is that I know what I need to do...I just need to do it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that I was looking for a quick fix (aren't we all) and it was not happening fast enough for me. Then the lack of progress made me feel like a failure, which in turn made me make angry and frustrated (i.e. bad) food decisions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the new plan is this...there is no plan. As I said, I know what I need to do and I just need to do it. Everything in moderation baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Exercise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My knees have really been bothering me lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided yesterday that one reason might be my shoes. I went today and got some new shoes and then headed to the gym. I immediately realized that the cushioning and stability of my old shoes was shot b/c the new shoes really felt zipped up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235575709235640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiAXkendwI/AAAAAAAABLs/ny2hVQxfvMQ/s320/shoes.jpg" width="213" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been doing a lot of elliptical and a lot of circuits on the treadmill...5 minute run, 5 minute walk on an incline for 40-50 minutes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My next goal...I need to get stretching back into the routine...I felt really tight the last two weeks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Race&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a race next Saturday. I had high hopes of finishing on or around 30 minutes but I think that I need to let that go. The last two weeks I have done very little running...only in intervals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That being said this race is paid for and I am actually really looking forward to it. The race is on Raccoon Mountain and should be a new and different experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the new goal for the race is to go naked, electronically naked that is. I am not going to take the watch or (gasp) the ipod. I am going to go out there and just run, enjoy the view and have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Meds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the reasons I have not posted a lot is that I am having a bit of a struggle off of the medications. The physical symptoms have returned and haunt me a good part of every day. I have been plugging along...and stopping to think about how I am doing or how I am feeling is dangerous. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have better days, today is a better day, and I hold those close. I have to allow myself to believe that in time most days will be better days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Rest in Pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235579324521770178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiDqAd_7MI/AAAAAAAABL8/IY_AYbP0tNQ/s320/cooking+with+Koz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235581142802490978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiFT2F55mI/AAAAAAAABMc/RbUV0pNKF2I/s320/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235579538156127842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiD2cUZhmI/AAAAAAAABME/ga4JPVeVNq0/s320/Molly+and+Mattie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580929594137842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiFHb1EnPI/AAAAAAAABMU/nHcNTQkUkZE/s320/scott+and+koz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235580028303923154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiES-QvV9I/AAAAAAAABMM/qhq8T83ZQbc/s320/Molly+and+Mille.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I get a little bit closer to feeling fine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sheryl Crow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-468531244674419112?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/468531244674419112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=468531244674419112' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/468531244674419112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/468531244674419112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/08/everybody-gets-high-everybody-gets-low.html' title='Everybody gets high, everybody gets low These are the days when anything goes'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SKiDffZ0S5I/AAAAAAAABL0/29Z9s5JsDuA/s72-c/Koz%27s+injury.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-608177250919798853</id><published>2008-07-31T09:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:29:54.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now every heart has a blind side, Where it learns how to improvise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Thanks to everyone for their words of support and understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my frustration with the whole weight loss thing was that I was, for those two weeks, tracking what I ate very carefully. I was counting crackers and washing measuring cups nightly. WW online has a points tracker and everything that went into my mouth went on the points tracker. I skipped dessert, did not have a glass of wine, was hungry and felt like I had NO energy and it got me no where!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little bit lost in that area at the moment. I am going to let me mind continue to work through it and figure out what I am going to do by Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach was great. I had a fabulous time and I ate and drank wine and swam and ran and walked and caught up with family and read in the hammock (discovered a new author, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://danielsilvabooks.com/content/index.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Daniel Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;...I read Secret Servant in three days (fast for me) and it was goooood!) and felt fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins live in Nags Head, NC and own this great restaurant, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tortugaslie.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tortuga's Lie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. In addition to outfitting us in their awesome T Shirts they always bring me a sense of calm and a sense of purpose. I walked away wondering if I was simply wondering too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big accomplishments of the trip were running twice (I thought Chattanooga was hot) and swimming a mile in the ocean. The ocean swim took another brick out of my mental wall...boy did I want to quit...but I didn't and I lived to tell about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being without the meds is getting a little tough. I forgot what it is like to have my mind be on overdrive 24/7. I am not sleeping well b/c I can not stop thinking. But when I slow down and try to relax the bad thoughts creep in and I tend to rev back up again to avoid them. Oh, what a vicious cycle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up and worked out this morning. I had not gone yet this week. early morning meetings and a lack of motivation kept me in bed. I am going to run/walk tomorrow (30minute run and 20 minute walk on an incline) and do elliptical and weights Saturday and run OUTSIDE Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for listening to me ramble!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all of these voices&lt;br /&gt;And all of these noises&lt;br /&gt;With all their illusions of choices&lt;br /&gt;They've come to my door&lt;br /&gt;With one dozen roses&lt;br /&gt;The imitation of good faith&lt;br /&gt;-The Wallflowers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-608177250919798853?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/608177250919798853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=608177250919798853' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/608177250919798853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/608177250919798853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-every-heart-has-blind-side-where-it.html' title='Now every heart has a blind side, Where it learns how to improvise'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4436874257586709215</id><published>2008-07-22T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T08:56:12.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a loser baby so why don't you kill me</title><content type='html'>What do you do when you get on the scale after two weeks of healthy eating and early morning exercise and STILL see no weight loss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what YOU do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat two tubs of weight watchers ice cream&lt;br /&gt;three WW toffee bars&lt;br /&gt;cry&lt;br /&gt;drink a big glass of cheap Pinot Gris&lt;br /&gt;feel sorry for myself&lt;br /&gt;and refuse to workout the next morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I managed to eradicate every mentally and physically healthy aspect of my life in about 12 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need an attitude adjustment...if the beach can't do it I fear I am a lost cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't write if ya' can't relate,&lt;br /&gt;trade the cash for the beef for the body for the hate,&lt;br /&gt;and my time is a piece of wax, fallen on a termite,who's chokin' on the&lt;br /&gt;splinters&lt;br /&gt;-Beck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4436874257586709215?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4436874257586709215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4436874257586709215' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4436874257586709215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4436874257586709215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-loser-baby-so-why-dont-you-kill-me.html' title='I&apos;m a loser baby so why don&apos;t you kill me'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6479021603748179874</id><published>2008-07-18T20:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T21:32:28.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm talking here to me alone</title><content type='html'>Monday was a BAD day! After Saturday's uplifting post I got on the scale Monday morning and I had lost NOTHING! YUCK! I had a real pity party most of the day. In hind sight the pity party (and maybe the lack of weight loss) was probably due to (monthly) circumstances out of my control, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still managed another good week of workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 40 minutes Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3miles...building and then declining intervals&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:13&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 11:09&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 30 minutes Elliptical and 20 minutes lifting (arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 30 minute run (2.5 miles) and 20 minutes walk on incline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am especially proud of two things so far this week. How about that second mile on Tuesday..looking good...and I ran the entire three miles without stopping! And this morning I managed to get up and get to the gym at 5:15 (usually get there at 5:45) b/c I had an early meeting this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news from last week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was a big day in our city. &lt;a href="http://www.vw.com/vwbuzz/browse/en/us/detail/Volkswagen_Group_of_America_announces_it_will_produce_cars_in_Chattanooga/219"&gt;Volkswagen decided to locate their new US production plant in Chattanooga&lt;/a&gt;. This is a project that the hubby has had on his radar for a while. He works in Economic and Community Development for the State. I have spent most of the week really enjoying being a proud wife!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224540829210571906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SIFMNA-e9II/AAAAAAAABLk/hPhGxBH2V00/s320/VW.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Meds, or lack there of, this week has been up and down. The beginning of this week was tough and I had thoughts of calling the head shrinker and yelling...PROZAC, PLEASE...NOW! Today, on the other hand, has been one of the best days in a while. I KNOW these up and downs will happen for a while and I need to ride the waves!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Food this week has been good too. I am starting to appreciate food as fuel and the taste as an added benefit...(that being said I did stuff myself at Carrabba's tonight so you can scratch that!).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I am going to a 9:30 spin class (if I can get in, I am on a (cheap) restricted membership at the gym which means I can not make a reservation) and Sunday I am planning on running and lifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is a pretty busy day...a brunch lingerie shower, dropping in on my sister and the boys at the park and a 50th birthday party for Scott's uncle. Sunday is Kate's 4th birthday party! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224538223575195314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SIFJ1WOmXrI/AAAAAAAABLc/7Zz79ESSqx8/s320/Kate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The little ones are growing up!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Probably post something Monday or Tuesday...hoping to be posting about a weight lost. I hope to leave for the beach Wednesday night with a good mindset about putting a bathing suit on Thursday morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take your instinct by the reins&lt;br /&gt;Your better best to rearrange&lt;br /&gt;What we want and what we need&lt;br /&gt;Has been confused, been confused&lt;br /&gt;-REM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6479021603748179874?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6479021603748179874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6479021603748179874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6479021603748179874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6479021603748179874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-talking-here-to-me-alone.html' title='I&apos;m talking here to me alone'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SIFMNA-e9II/AAAAAAAABLk/hPhGxBH2V00/s72-c/VW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4637509865359308611</id><published>2008-07-12T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:25:11.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Feelin' maybe he'll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah</title><content type='html'>This has been a LONG week. Just about EVERY night this week I had some sort of meeting or event or fundraiser to go to. For this reason I am especially proud of the fact that I stuck to my plan and I got all my workouts in! Especially since I have been tired and had a tingle in my throat all week... that feeling I was about to get sick...I am hoping the 10 hours of sleep I got last night, and 10 I plan tonight, might fight it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 40 minutes on the Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 3 miles...4 minute run (5.0) 1 minute walk (4.0)&lt;br /&gt;     Mile 1: 12:17&lt;br /&gt;     Mile 2: 12: 31&lt;br /&gt;     Mile 3: 12:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 20 minute Elliptical and 15 minute swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 20 minute run...1.6 miles and 30 minutes weights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: 30 minute run...2.5 miles and 20 minutes Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only day that did not go quite as well as planned was Wednesday. I forgot my goggles and Scott was in the pool while I was on the Elliptical so he was kinda goofing off by the time I got to the pool...these two things left me less focused than I usually am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WW going well. Staying on point with my points this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY proud of my runs this week. On Wednesday I ran 20 minutes straight and today I ran 30 minutes straight. I am learning to push through that mental wall and that little voice that tells me to stop before my body actually does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt pretty balanced with my meds this week. I did find out that my new head shrinker, that I was just beginning to trust, is moving...we did not really talk about what happens next. I am not sure if I need to find someone else or if she will recommend someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other happy news my parents have offered to fly me to the beach this year. This is an annual trip that I did not get to take last year b/c of the campaign. Scott will not be able to go with me, which makes me sad; but, I know I will have a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even flow, thoughts arrive like butterflies&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he don't know, so he chases them away&lt;br /&gt;Someday yet, he'll begin his life again, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oh, whispering hands, gently lead him away&lt;br /&gt;-Pearl Jam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4637509865359308611?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4637509865359308611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4637509865359308611' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4637509865359308611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4637509865359308611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-feelin-maybe-hell-see-little-better.html' title='Oh, Feelin&apos; maybe he&apos;ll see a little better, set a days, ooh yeah'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7723048529347846962</id><published>2008-07-02T10:11:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T09:44:04.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>But the air outside so soft is saying everything</title><content type='html'>First things first...the promised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Greenbrier&lt;/span&gt; pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrbokPbzI/AAAAAAAABKo/vw9xJVPM3r4/s1600-h/shhhh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071565589180210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrbokPbzI/AAAAAAAABKo/vw9xJVPM3r4/s320/shhhh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The trip was wonderful...full of lost of food, family and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218436118336154322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SGucAEx-qtI/AAAAAAAABJQ/5_sZgAGeN64/s320/green1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; We had a great time at cooking school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070452997414722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFqa31sX0I/AAAAAAAABJo/qhR8nOrRi5M/s320/cooking+school+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Even when Dad got repeated lectures for taking his knife to the grill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFqijEqj4I/AAAAAAAABJw/u_DHIzIAwUo/s1600-h/cooking+school+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070584862019458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFqijEqj4I/AAAAAAAABJw/u_DHIzIAwUo/s320/cooking+school+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad surprised my Mom the night of her birthday dinner and arranged for her brother to drive down from DC to visit for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070717827993538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFqqSaOT8I/AAAAAAAABJ4/rahJIKL1e-E/s320/ed2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We rode horses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220072493910529570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFsRq1TFiI/AAAAAAAABK4/QMqUW10zLAw/s320/horses.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went bowling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220073846707223906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFtgaZKfWI/AAAAAAAABLA/dN8rbNF5aRk/s320/bowling.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Scott did falconry and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220070952426226690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFq38WzRAI/AAAAAAAABKA/aX5enimWw40/s320/falcon.JPG" border="0" /&gt; shot little clay things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071087404041826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFq_zMBRmI/AAAAAAAABKI/rNl6vPSGGko/s320/gun.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we have to include the silly picture to close it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SGucJCZ8fPI/AAAAAAAABJY/Yu7__k04ko4/s1600-h/green4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218436272317299954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SGucJCZ8fPI/AAAAAAAABJY/Yu7__k04ko4/s320/green4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great trip...I could have stayed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weeks workouts were pretty good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last Saturday: run/walk 40 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: 50 minutes Elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: run/walk 40 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: 20 minute Elliptical and 20 minute swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: 1 hour walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: 1 hour walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This has been a pretty busy week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday Scott's brother and sister in law had their second child Mattie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071182302019650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrFUtdgEI/AAAAAAAABKQ/c_gR9sMr2AM/s320/mattie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aunt Molly now has 2 nieces and 2 nephews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071334714233922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrOMfXVEI/AAAAAAAABKY/O2xSoHu_hlQ/s320/molly+and+mattie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night we gathered on the Hall Ass II to grill out and watch fireworks...the Lookouts baseball team on one side of the river and the Pops in the Park n the other side of the river!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220077080338658002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFwcom-ctI/AAAAAAAABLI/GQ2Kqa6KAE4/s320/party+boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220077775234566866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFxFFTEitI/AAAAAAAABLQ/T4NnoK1KlhI/s320/fireworks.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to Uncle Kit and Aunt Fran's for Kit's famous ribs. Scott only ate 19 ribs this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071442780967394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrUfEe0eI/AAAAAAAABKg/b3r_Z4k6_bk/s320/ribs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I helped throw a baby shower for my friend Michelle (middle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220071700281671378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrjeVbvtI/AAAAAAAABKw/YZ_3y33qvMw/s320/shower.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today I hosted a Mary Kay party. My sister's brother and sister in law are in town and her sister in law, Julie is a MK director. After the party we had dinner on the Hall Ass with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given everything that has gone on this week I am relatively proud of my eating habits. I have not followed my weight watchers points to a "T" but I did remain mindful of what I was eating and how much I was eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was also a little touch and go with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. I had a few really tough days as I continued to lower my dose. As of Friday I am off of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lamictal&lt;/span&gt;. I presume that there will be a couple more bumpy days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks plan:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: 50 minute Elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: 40 minute run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: 20 minute Elliptical/20 minute swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: 20 minute run/20 minute weights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: 40 minute run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Spinning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;***************************UPDATE*******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Weekly weigh in this (Monday) morning - 2 pounds lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Finally on the right track!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the air speaks of all well never be&lt;br /&gt;It wont trouble me&lt;br /&gt;-Toad the Wet Sprocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7723048529347846962?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7723048529347846962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7723048529347846962' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7723048529347846962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7723048529347846962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/07/but-air-outside-so-soft-is-saying.html' title='But the air outside so soft is saying everything'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SHFrbokPbzI/AAAAAAAABKo/vw9xJVPM3r4/s72-c/shhhh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-3395745186867616974</id><published>2008-06-29T18:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T09:31:15.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps</title><content type='html'>Matt &lt;a href="http://crewdthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;"the Bullet"&lt;/a&gt; tagged me forever ago so here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- How would you describe your running 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1997 I played on the Varsity Soccer team at UTC. I played the second half of the season with braces on both of my knees. My coach called me a running target. My &lt;a href="http://moon.ouhsc.edu/dthompso/NAMICS/qangle.htm"&gt;Q Angle&lt;/a&gt; was so bad that there was nothing to do but put me in the braces. I had to be at PT at 6:00 every morning to get my IT bands stretched and the knots in my quads worked on...it was a pain!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that season, in 1998, I quit and shortly there after I had surgery on both of my knees (bilateral release). Needless to say I was not running. I was 22 and my metabolism was such that I was still eating whatever I wanted with no side effects (in&lt;em&gt; my lovely lady lumps)&lt;/em&gt; so the need to work out (and I deserved a break (by god), I had been working out since I was 8), did not seem that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-What is your best and worst run/race experience?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/3015.html"&gt;My first race&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea what I was doing. I had no expectations. I had no goals. I just wanted to see what a race was like. And I did good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: not there yet&lt;br /&gt;I say that because I truly believe that I am still learning what it means to race (or do you ever really stop?). I have done three 5Ks this year that have all been 5+ minutes slower than my first (and best) race. But in each of these races I learned something...&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-time-to-find-your-way-i-got-litlte.html"&gt;to pace myself&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-broke-but-you-can-see-cracks.html"&gt;to prepare&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-heal-and-grow-and-recreate-and.html"&gt;how to work through pain&lt;/a&gt;. So, I can not say that I have had a worst race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why do you run?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you gon' do with all that junk?&lt;br /&gt;All that junk inside your trunk?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really (well...yea, really) I run b/c I need to compete. Until 1998 my life consisted of soccer, swimming, basketball or rowing. Every sport has a goal...an event...something to work toward...and my mind is wired that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I be running...probably not...would I get up at 5:30 if there was not a race on the schedule August 23rd...probably not. THAT is why I run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- What is the best or worst piece of advice you've been given about running?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: Recently Bill reminded me how to get rid of my side stitches (to only exhale on the foot plant on the side of the stitch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst: None...I love all the advice I get because it means so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- Tell us something surprising about yourself that not many people would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like (gasp) the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...whomever would like to be tagged (I think I have read this on just about everyone's blog!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't want no drama,&lt;br /&gt;No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama&lt;br /&gt;-Black Eyes Peas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-3395745186867616974?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/3395745186867616974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=3395745186867616974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3395745186867616974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3395745186867616974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-hump-my-hump-my-hump-my-lovely.html' title='My hump, my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-500720115660128819</id><published>2008-06-25T20:02:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T20:31:20.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And in this moment it feels so right</title><content type='html'>SO....I am off of facebook for a moment....and the excitement is fading (or is this denial slipping into the 12 step program?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rehab took place in White Sulphur Springs West Virginia at a lovely little place called the &lt;a href="http://www.greenbrier.com/site/"&gt;Greenbrier&lt;/a&gt;. In actuality we visited this little slice of heaven for my Mom's birthday. It was an amazing trip and one that I will not soon forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did cooking class, rode horses, swam in the indoor and outdoor pools, went to the spa, visited the bunker (cool story,&lt;a href="http://www.greenbrier.com/site/bunker-history.aspx"&gt; check it out&lt;/a&gt;) and ate and ate and ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pics soon but right now I need to submit myself for a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past two weeks I have forgotten about weight watchers, ignored my workout schedule and I have been completely and utterly self conscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Greenbrier is an AWESOME place. I loved almost every second of it. The seconds I did not love were those when a skinny mother of two walked by in her short shorts, tank top and visor with a coffee in her hand, a tote bag over he shoulder and (in my eyes) the world at her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say my own perception of myself versus this image was not good. Compounded by the fact that I have not been eating well, I have not been working out and I do not feel good in my clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go (again). Tomorrow is another day. I am not sure how many times I will let myself get away with saying that...regardless, tomorrow is another day...5:30 workouts, weight watchers portion control and appreciation for the body that God gave me, that carries my crazy brain around all day, will all resume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is time for the tangible. I will loose 15 pounds by the end of August. That is about 2 pounds a week and I KNOW that I can do that. I know that I WILL do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the running front my next scheduled race is August 23rd. My goal...I will say it early and I will say it often... is 30 minutes. I have two months to do it and there is no reason that it can not be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there...everything is on record...and now, let the games begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's crazy I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that the world is round&lt;br /&gt;And here I'm dancing on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Am I right side up or upside down&lt;br /&gt;And is this real or am I dreaming&lt;br /&gt;-Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-500720115660128819?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/500720115660128819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=500720115660128819' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/500720115660128819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/500720115660128819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-in-this-moment-it-feels-so-right.html' title='And in this moment it feels so right'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-337179968221459008</id><published>2008-06-19T20:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T20:10:10.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Word Memoir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Addicted to Facebook&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Going to Rehab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-337179968221459008?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/337179968221459008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=337179968221459008' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/337179968221459008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/337179968221459008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/6-word-memoir.html' title='6 Word Memoir'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5308071552821432090</id><published>2008-06-15T09:09:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T08:00:27.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Riverbend&lt;/span&gt; 5K Race Report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I laid in bed after the alarm went off and wondered if I should get up and run. I was worried what my frame of mind would be race day if I had another bad run. I decided to get up and find out. I did not take my watch, I did not want to worry about times...only running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a really good run. No side pain, good rhythm and I felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday and Friday I drank water like it was running out. I was NOT going to be dehydrated. Friday night I got to Scott's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gramma's&lt;/span&gt; birthday party late so I could eat something at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I got up at 5:45, had my coffee a Luna bar and a bottle of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 7:00 Alan picked Scott and I up and we headed down to the race. I was pretty nervous at this point. I was not sure if I was prepared enough, not sure if my side stitches would come back and overall just not sure of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting to the race site always calms me. Seeing so many people there, so many ages, so many sizes...seeing all these people really puts me in my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here us the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-race shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212112712390062130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="254" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFUk5Z9OsDI/AAAAAAAABIY/87SYJ6bcNUk/s320/B4+2.JPG" width="191" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice because it was not too hot and there was a little drizzle going. I thought about last year a lot...this was where I ran my first, and only, 10K. This year was not nearly as crowded as last year. Not sure if it was the weather (it has been really hot here) or maybe the gas prices kept would be travelers away. We got our T-Shirts, our chips and stretched out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were headed to the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117853365013378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="154" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFUpkplLC4I/AAAAAAAABIg/tKEsyQYhALo/s320/start.JPG" width="211" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mile was good. I decided that I was going to stick to the 4 minute run/1 minute walk no matter how hard it was to stop at the beginning. 4 minutes blew by fast and we were still packed in like sardines, and I did not stop...deciding to stop and walk at 8, and I did. The first mile has the two hardest hills of the race and luckily the second hill fell in line with the second walk break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1 : 12:07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a little disappointed, but this was still a minute plus faster than what I have been doing on the treadmill since we got back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it hit me..all the side stitches that I have had, to this point, started just past a mile...and there was no sign of a stitch in sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second mile went by really well. The run 4/walk 1 plan was going great and I was really feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 11:04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the trouble began. Right after I hit the second mile marker it hit...yep, the side stitch was back. I was PISSED at that damn thing. I was on track to go 34 minutes...that was all I wanted to do, take 1 minute off my previous time...and the damn thing was back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the side stitches have hit in the past I have "tried" to run through them and I have eventually stopped. So, at this point I decided that my goal for the last mile was simply to stay with the 4/1 plan. No matter how slow I had to run I was not going to stop and walk. And that is what I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3.2: 12.51&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212125750953412178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="171" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFUwwWY-hlI/AAAAAAAABIo/bGvlrWSMC1I/s320/finish2.JPG" width="212" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, in retrospect , there is the good and the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good...a mental victory. When it comes to pain I am a quitter (for lack of a better word). Running through pain, or discomfort for that matter has not been a hurtle that I have overcome and I did yesterday. And the second mile was by far the best I have run this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad...if I had stuck to my pace I would have come in at 34:41...not hitting 34:00 as I had hoped, but still a PR for the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan did PR for the year...beating his pace of 41.22 in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chicamauga&lt;/span&gt; Chase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212128380223648194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="180" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFUzJZL2ccI/AAAAAAAABIw/8ivziDLp8z4/s320/Alan+finish.JPG" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interesting thing is the "official race results" have me coming in at 35:25 and Alan coming in at 40:03...who knows. I'll stick with my watch/and their clock time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we were both glad to be done...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129668711547698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="228" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFU0UZLTgzI/AAAAAAAABJA/Ez9XhzYV8WI/s320/After.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and having our post race pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129545647033682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="237" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFU0NOucDVI/AAAAAAAABI4/DOCXEFelZfs/s320/pancakes.JPG" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212129981096983986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="258" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFU0mk5y_bI/AAAAAAAABJI/EK7qqzkJEAk/s320/068.JPG" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not get a pit crew picture this year...but, as always, lots of love to Momma and Scott who were there for me as always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;******************************UPDATE********************&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After talking to Alan last night I have decided to embrace the 35:25 time. Because of all the people and when we actually hit the starting point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; was 30 seconds in. Also, the clock starts when the fist person hits the starting point which explains the clock time! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In times like these&lt;br /&gt;In times like those&lt;br /&gt;What will be will be&lt;br /&gt;And so it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it always goes on and on&lt;br /&gt;...On and on it goes&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Johnson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5308071552821432090?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5308071552821432090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5308071552821432090' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5308071552821432090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5308071552821432090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/and-heal-and-grow-and-recreate-and.html' title='And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SFUk5Z9OsDI/AAAAAAAABIY/87SYJ6bcNUk/s72-c/B4+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6208112331903989456</id><published>2008-06-10T14:16:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T19:57:38.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Made me sad to think it was dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SE7gJ_Tac9I/AAAAAAAABIA/YxelSK6QvSA/s1600-h/side+stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210348281130546130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="151" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SE7gJ_Tac9I/AAAAAAAABIA/YxelSK6QvSA/s320/side+stitch.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I officially have a side stitch problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 minutes on the Elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 minute swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45 minute WALK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50 minutes yoga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mile 1: 13:42 3 minute run/2 minute walk (4.8/3.8)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30 minutes on the elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Sunday I left the house at 7:30 AM to beat the heat and get a run in and the side cramps hit again. They literally make me bend over at the waist...I have NO idea what is going on! So, I walked...tried to pick up to running a couple of times with the same "symptoms" returning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was REALLY frustrated Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning...same thing. I was convinced that I was going to MAKE myself get through 3 miles...I got through one and had the man on the treadmill next to me checking on me...got off the treadmill and hit the elliptical. I could feel the presence of the stitch on the elliptical (if that makes sense) but it was not cramping like it did when I ran.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help...please...race on Saturday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In other news..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weightwatchers.com/index.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Weight Watchers Online&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. I have to admit that I had a bit of a negative perception of WW. This is going to sound awful, but, I really thought of WW as something only people who had mega pounds to loose joined. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Colleen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; entered the picture and showed me the light. I have been impressed with her success on the program and hope to have the same results.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to loose 15 pounds...there were 10 to loose before the cruise and as I have mentioned many times there are now the 5 extra cruise pounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined Saturday...but consider that I REALLY started yesterday (more below). As expected I am realizing that my portions were really out of whack! I have rediscovered the feeling of being hungry (in a good way) over the last two days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was filled with a lot of fun on my parent's boat, The Hall Ass II (yes that is really the name...in reference to my father's company Hall and Associates) at&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.riverbendfestival.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Riverbend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415468471265794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SE8dQzpuKgI/AAAAAAAABII/VWvNBPsCSMI/s320/Hall+Ass.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Friday night was the Black Crows, Saturday night was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.anthonyhamilton.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Anthony Hamilton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; and Sunday was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venturahighway.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; with our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogasymphony.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;local orchestra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Lots of food and drink were enjoyed by all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210415762162429090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SE8dh5vJrKI/AAAAAAAABIQ/IoRbCw4ZH7s/s320/Hall+Ass+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It was really hot, but everyone had a really good time, even Koz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210345866364859554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SE7d9bmaNKI/AAAAAAAABH4/3j3wk1cH48E/s320/happy+koz+on+boat.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;One final note...one of our fellow bloggers is in Baghdad, Iraq on assignment. Please keep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://billanders.wordpress.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Bill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; in your thoughts and prayers. You might check his blog every now and again...he has updated once from Iraq and is still running! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two days in the desert sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My skin began to turn red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;After three days in the desert fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I was looking at a river bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-America&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6208112331903989456?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6208112331903989456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6208112331903989456' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6208112331903989456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6208112331903989456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/made-me-sad-to-think-it-was-dead.html' title='Made me sad to think it was dead'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SE7gJ_Tac9I/AAAAAAAABIA/YxelSK6QvSA/s72-c/side+stitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-2500036618257527827</id><published>2008-06-08T09:55:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T11:30:07.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly and Scott's Great Adventure Part 4</title><content type='html'>The final chapter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Motor on our last night on the ship we were treated to a farewell dinner including (the traditional) Baked Alaska:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209525127940845810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEvzgKtisPI/AAAAAAAABF0/DWDAlbwdj7A/s320/baked+alaska.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed up late, drank too much, danced with the Australians and had a great time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (tough due to the activities of the night before!) we got up and got off the ship (in Koper) and were greeted by Goran (who would lead us on our "land tour") and taken to our first hotel, in Portoroz. This hotel was VERY nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209526203189261026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv0ewUvcuI/AAAAAAAABF8/JiQALdWzpbI/s320/Hotel+in+Portoroz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got there too early to check in so we checked emails and went and checked out the spa. Scott (who was getting his first massage EVER) and I both signed up for a massage later in the afternoon. I really wanted to do a mud wrap too but there was not an appointment in time to meet Goran later that evening. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we checked in our room, got our massages (very average) we met Goran and took a short trip to Piran. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I really liked Piran. It was a small port town that had an Italian charm. Below is our guide, Goran and the two folks who traveled with us (also sat at our table on the trip). Goran grew up in Piran, so one of the coolest things was that every other person that we came upon stopped and said Hi to Goran. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209527149355494818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv1V1EWbaI/AAAAAAAABGE/N236zU6VSA0/s320/Piran.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We walked up to a beautiful Catholic church that was being renovated after damage in the war. This church also gave us this beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209527275606549442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv1dLY8o8I/AAAAAAAABGM/zWsuH5-6wmI/s320/Piran+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Another great picture from Piran.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209527424767678546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv1l3Du2FI/AAAAAAAABGU/XOwFWDk9GE0/s320/Piran+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our trip to Piran we were treated to a "seafood feast". I had a caprice salad and pasta...not in the mood for seafood! Scott tried the Halibut and everyone else had prawns. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209529553088606258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv3hvq-8DI/AAAAAAAABGc/cJgnzXapCXk/s320/Seafood+feast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Goran was a sailor/fisherman when he was younger and this restaurant was owned by a very good friend of his (who he scolded for not cooking the pasta correctly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next day our first stop was back in Koper. While we were in Piran Goran wanted to take us to a place that makes salt chocolate. Salt has a very rich history in Piran. Families would leave and go to harvest salt for 5 months a yeas. The place in Piran was closed and so we went back to Koper to go to a salt chocolate store. We picked up some salt chocolate but the neatest part of the store was that they literally had wine pumps...like gas pumps...where anyone can purchase wine by the gallon!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209533992003508002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv7kH6xFyI/AAAAAAAABG0/gkeHkXAm5No/s320/wine+pump+koper.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We then headed to the Postojna Caves. These caves were pretty cool, a lot of stalagmites and stalactites. It was also very cold. This is the only picture...it was against Slovinian law to take pictures inside the caves:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209531383716439010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv5MTSq4-I/AAAAAAAABGk/Yc9Iyjx6i7U/s320/cold+in+caves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We went around for about an hour in these caves and although they were pretty cool (literally and figuratively) I would have been fine with 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Next we headed to the Predjama Castle. I was not very focused on this castle b/c I was very car sick. I was sandwiched in the back of the care, Goran was driving his stick aggressively and we were traveling up winding roads. The only thing that I absorbed was that the prince was killed by a bullet while sitting on the toilet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209532685890378802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv6YGRIXDI/AAAAAAAABGs/QQsqd7n5x-w/s320/Slovania+Castle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;After being given the front seat, and subjecting Scott to the sandwich we headed to Ljubljana. This is where we got our first, clear view of the Julian Alps. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ljubljana was another beautiful, Italian style city. We did not spent a lot of time there. We ate another "small"lunch of giant pizzas and walked the city a little bit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209535036971580882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv8g8ukfdI/AAAAAAAABHM/SdYOd1Z_92Y/s320/Ljub+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;In the back of this picture you can see one of the three bridges that come together at either side of the city. This is another example of the new, post war architecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209534928757786450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv8apmZB1I/AAAAAAAABHE/xhJvqrBYDF0/s320/Ljubljana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And then we were off to Bled. After we settled in, in another nice hotel, we went out to have our Austrian feast. Check out this "platter for two" that Scott and I shared. Under all the meat (2 pork chops, several Cevapcici, two hamburger and two veal kabobs) war fries for five and a few scattered veggies n the side. We also had a very good apple strudel for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536810119248098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv-IKN6uOI/AAAAAAAABHs/4WDMGboYq1M/s320/Austrian+feast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first stop in Lake Bled was the castle on the Lake. This was a really neat place, beautiful views and out best views of the Alps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536408950701362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv9wzv4fTI/AAAAAAAABHc/dif7qH0nuYc/s320/Bled+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209534740053803074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv8Pqn2wEI/AAAAAAAABG8/CZb4QB5T4y8/s320/Alps.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we took a boat ride out to the church in the middle of the lake. &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209536276572359026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEv9pGmbSXI/AAAAAAAABHU/h-iwU96KXf4/s320/bled+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have to say that Bled was my FAVORITE. I sat still and wrote in my journal for two hours this afternoon...and if you know me well you know how unusual this is! If anyone is looking for the perfect honeymoon destination...this is it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you can tell, we had a wonderful time. I can not imagine anything that would have made the trip better. This was truly the trip of a life time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-2500036618257527827?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/2500036618257527827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=2500036618257527827' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2500036618257527827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2500036618257527827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/molly-and-scotts-great-adventure-part-4.html' title='Molly and Scott&apos;s Great Adventure Part 4'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEvzgKtisPI/AAAAAAAABF0/DWDAlbwdj7A/s72-c/baked+alaska.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8757351968837362275</id><published>2008-06-05T10:09:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T11:18:14.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly and Scott's Great Adventure Part 3</title><content type='html'>Our next stop was Kotor. We got up at 7:00 that morning, threw come clothes on and rushed up to the deck. (note picture below). Our plan was to watch the boat travel through the fjords of Kotor. For those of you, like me, who had no idea what a fjord is, it is a long narrow inlet with steep sides. A fjord is created by glaciers, which means that, despite the close proximity to land, the water is very deep. So, we were in this cruise ship surrounded by vistas that you would presume could only be seen in a smaller boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgDdYZM2eI/AAAAAAAABEw/Wl7zSQ4kC7U/s1600-h/Kotor+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208416772353219042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgDdYZM2eI/AAAAAAAABEw/Wl7zSQ4kC7U/s320/Kotor+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These two island churches sat perched within the fjord. One tid bit we learned on the trip...when you see Cyprus trees near a church it indicates that there is a cemetery there. The trees protect the grave site and the Cyprus root is very "smelly" which keeps the rats from invading the graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgDWRmaPFI/AAAAAAAABEo/aiVN2oUzG14/s1600-h/Kotor%27s+Bay.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208416650270489682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgDWRmaPFI/AAAAAAAABEo/aiVN2oUzG14/s320/Kotor%27s+Bay.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we were arriving to Kotor we passed this little town. Notice the tall tower which is home of the church bells. As a ship goes by the tradition holds that the ship blows its horn three times. In response the patrons of the ship receive an enthusiastic ringing of the church bells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208416878444403650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgDjjnT28I/AAAAAAAABE4/Hjcxp3LapVA/s320/Kotor%27s+Bay+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived in Kotor Scott notices theses barracks on the hill. As a lover of photography, and especially aerial pictures Scott decided that we were going up there. I must admit I was not too excited...he went wine tasting with me, I could climb a mountain with him! I was drizzling when we got into the city so we walked about for a little bit to see if it would let up...we thought it had and we headed up the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208419229417449650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgFsZq9qLI/AAAAAAAABFA/ETGmcr70scg/s320/Baracks+at+Kotor.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The end result...we got soaked...all the way through...it took my shoes three days to dry out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208419559072237074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgF_luyhhI/AAAAAAAABFQ/YVuwbz3UDEY/s320/soaked.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Because of the rain and the clouds we did not get many good pictures. This picture shows our climb from the city. Going up was not that bad. The hike is along a rock path...much more treacherous in the rain. It was going down, on the rocks, in the rain, with a bad knee that I was not too thrilled about! The good news is I probably would have gained 10 pounds if it was not for this hike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208419431934972082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgF4MG50LI/AAAAAAAABFI/0_2e82C7UZU/s320/the+climb.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our final full day on the ship was in Ploce. Ploce is a small port town that, in the words of our guide, did not have a lot to offer. This was one port where we were strongly encouraged to take the excursion. So, Scott and I headed with a large group to the city of Mostar in Bosnia and Herzegovina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostar is an interesting city because of the presence or many different religions and cultures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture below you will notice several mosques, as there is a heavy Muslim population. I visited inside a mosques, for the first time, on this trip...we also visited a Turkish house and a Catholic church. There is also a fairly large Catholic population in Mostar. These two faiths like together peacefully in this city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208423938844737810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgJ-hp7QRI/AAAAAAAABFY/RlA-Mirfl7E/s320/MOstar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned earlier that while the region is peaceful there are visible signs of the unrest in the 90s. Most of the destruction was seen in Mostar...a small example below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208424826181082994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgKyLPZX3I/AAAAAAAABFg/_CZxMlmNBWY/s320/Mostar+bombs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Mostar is also where Scott found Cevapcici (Che-vap-chi-chi). Mostar is famous for this dish...it is "skinless" seasoned sausage that they serve with grilled flat bread and raw onions. We took the picture below later on in the trip...where it is served with a roll and other veggies. Scott said Mostar had, by far, the best offerings (although he tried it several times!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208424921359235010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgK3tzot8I/AAAAAAAABFo/ZcukFF90_P8/s320/Scott%27s+favorite.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Stay tuned for the last installment of Molly and Scott's Great Adventure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Workout:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Had a good run today...made me feel a lot better about Tuesday. Slowly but surely I should be ready next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 13:20 (3 minute run (4.8)/2 minute walk (3.8))&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 13:36 (3 minute run (4.8)/2 minute walk (3.8) )&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:57 (same as above for first 8 minutes...last 5 minutes: 3 minutes at 5.0 and 2 minutes at 5.2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8757351968837362275?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8757351968837362275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8757351968837362275' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8757351968837362275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8757351968837362275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/molly-and-scotts-great-adventure-part-3.html' title='Molly and Scott&apos;s Great Adventure Part 3'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEgDdYZM2eI/AAAAAAAABEw/Wl7zSQ4kC7U/s72-c/Kotor+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5153551144695089248</id><published>2008-06-04T11:30:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T12:27:18.685-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snap back to reality</title><content type='html'>A break in the Great Adventure for a few announcements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Workouts:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went for a run/walk outside Saturday morning. I ran 3 walked 2, decided to ease myself in after a 2+ week sabbatical. I felt good, the knee was good and all seemed really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I did 45 minutes on the Elliptical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I went to the gym to run. SUCKED! I could not get through 2 intervals. My side was cramping like it has not cramped since I started running forever ago. I could not recover enough during the walks and as SOON as I started running again it killed me. So, I gave up running and did walking incline intervals. I have been thinking about working on inclines b/c I have not done that...but I envisioned myself running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I had early meetings and did not work out. SO, I loose my Friday off day. Here is the plan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: RUN&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 20 minute Elliptical 20-30 minute swim&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Run 5K course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful that I signed myself up for the &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogatrackclub.org/races.cfm?contentID=eventDetail&amp;amp;recid=222"&gt;Riverbend 5K&lt;/a&gt;. I am not sure that I would be getting up and out this quickly if this race was not looming in a week and a half. I am also thankful because I stepped on the scale Monday morning to see that the extra weight I could feel in my clothes was actually there - 5 pounds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anxiety&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate, Hate, HATE &lt;a href="http://www.lamictal.com/bipolar/patients/index.html"&gt;this medicine&lt;/a&gt; I am on. Don't get me wrong, if I take it I am fine. But if I forget, or take it too late in the day...I am a queen BITCH. Poor Scott was the benefactor this morning when, out of the routine, I forgot to take it. I get antsy, jumpy and literally (I MEAN literally) want to punch something. Getting off of it ASAP. I need to do it with the Doc though b/c, obviously, just quiting it is not an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of getting of everything for good, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Croatia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why Croatia you ask. As I mentioned in the last post Scott loves &lt;a href="http://www.ricksteves.com/"&gt;Rick Steves&lt;/a&gt; who does a travel show on PBS. &lt;a href="http://www.ricksteves.com/tvr/slovcroatrse112_descr.htm"&gt;He saw a special on Slovenia and Croatia &lt;/a&gt;and fell in love. He showed it to me and I fell in love. We literally traveled from the beaches to the Alps...where else in the world can you do that. Another cool thing is that it is pretty well undiscovered (I say pretty well b/c that is changing...the French have descended) so it is not as busy as other parts of Europe. There are still people who think that this part of the world is in turmoil and are afraid to travel there. You will see, in later Great Adventure Posts, that there are definitely still remnants of the unrest in the 90s, but everything is resolved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, there is this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208075456985022930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEbNCNkFwdI/AAAAAAAABEU/n8K0wooLQT8/s320/pretty.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Koz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is great. He enjoyed his time with his friends while we were gone; but, I think he is happy being top dog again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208074333086621570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="213" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEbMAyt1H4I/AAAAAAAABEM/M_wJCpABylk/s320/koz2.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Momma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy Birthday to my Momma...the best mother and the best friend a girl could have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208076118989963506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEbNovuXgPI/AAAAAAAABEg/2uRrYj8Z_Pk/s320/momma.jpg" width="254" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone know how to fix my sidebar? It has moved to the bottom of my screen and I can not figure out how to move it back! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can do anything you set your mind to, man&lt;br /&gt;-Eminem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5153551144695089248?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5153551144695089248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5153551144695089248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5153551144695089248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5153551144695089248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/snap-back-to-reality.html' title='Snap back to reality'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEbNCNkFwdI/AAAAAAAABEU/n8K0wooLQT8/s72-c/pretty.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1820685854317710444</id><published>2008-06-03T10:10:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T11:05:35.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly and Scott's Great Adventure Part 2</title><content type='html'>Our next stop was Split. It is the second largest city in Croatia. We spent the majority of our time just wandering and absorbing, as opposed to going to the sites, my favorite thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673094384427874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVfFoEko2I/AAAAAAAABCs/um-dfRWRq78/s320/Split.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a lot of time at the Market in Split people watching. This picture does not even begin to describe the "hustle and bustle" of the market! Everything you would ever need was available at this market! They even had a several underwear stands...thought of you &lt;a href="http://mommelisa.blogspot.com/2008/05/hanky-pankies.html"&gt;momo.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVfbuKRerI/AAAAAAAABC0/P3ZriLC2SdY/s1600-h/Split+MArket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673473976072882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVfbuKRerI/AAAAAAAABC0/P3ZriLC2SdY/s320/Split+MArket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was my favorite booth...they sold the chicken and the eggs...guess we know which chickens were not doing so well in the laying of eggs department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207673591204996466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVfii305XI/AAAAAAAABC8/Xd9FStmqL6c/s320/Split+MArket+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our only day that was split (haha) in half. All the other days, except one that I will explain, we sailed at night and would wake up in our next destination. So, it was kind of cool to watch the ship leave from and arrive to a port. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next stop was Kortula, the birth place of Marco Polo. The picture below was taken as we approached the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207676259306398274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVh92UxYkI/AAAAAAAABDE/v503alq565E/s320/arriving+korcula.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you look to the right of the picture (left of the ship) above you can see what looks like a small tower. This is actually a bar. After we walked this small city Scott and I retreated to this tower for drinks (don't order a margarita in Croatia). We ended up talking to two couples from California who are probably still riding their motorcycles through Europe. Cool folks. From the tower Scott took this great picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207676426815984018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEViHmWK0ZI/AAAAAAAABDM/hA7-_HB9t9s/s320/Korcula.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although our stay here was short we got two of my favorite "souvenirs". We purchased an amazing first edition painting of the harbor (which we thought was appropriate b/c we watched the boat arrive) and I got a coral, the stone of the Adriatic, bracelet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we were off to Dubrovnik...one of my favorite places on the tour. The "feature" of this city, which is a must do, is to walk the city walls. These walls do a complete circle around Dubrovnik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207679166403462834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVknEGuRrI/AAAAAAAABEE/hVa7xrFRaY4/s320/Dubrovnik.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207678880267395506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVkWaKkYbI/AAAAAAAABD0/FwC_ilUTyfw/s320/Dub+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things that interested us the most about this trip is that we literally went from the beaches (as you see here) to the Alps (later in Bled). From the city walls the views were amazing...including the city itself and the beauty of the Adriatic. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207678742808398482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVkOaFyipI/AAAAAAAABDs/VU1pvyyPM3k/s320/Dub+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This picture (above) is the best example of the city and the ocean. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207678642479022482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVkIkVZwZI/AAAAAAAABDk/Bvq2rZzMzQs/s320/Dub+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have to throw a Molly and Scott picture in there too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207678578516546146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVkE2Dj0mI/AAAAAAAABDc/15l-TI1AN_M/s320/Dub+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around the right corner of this building is where Scott and I chilled for a while. Around the next corner was a swimming hole. When we got there we watched kids jumping off rocks and playing around. Later a man came strolling by in a causal work outfit, striped to his underwear and went swimming, about thirty minutes later he put his clothes back on and, I imagine, headed back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207678492595456786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVj_1-YCxI/AAAAAAAABDU/FcY-_yJKCVw/s320/Dub+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is one of my favorite pictures. Notice the classic, beautiful, red clay roofs...with satellite dishes on top! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207679024954837154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVke1KviKI/AAAAAAAABD8/txI7UMDSqQI/s320/dub+small+pizza.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we usually had lunch on the boat we decided to spend the entire day in Dubrovnik without making the trip back to the boat. Scott is a big &lt;a href="http://www.ricksteves.com/home.htm"&gt;Rick Steves&lt;/a&gt; fan and we went to the pizza place he recommended. Check out our small pizzas (no wonder I gained 5 pounds!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have to chose a place to go in Croatia, Dubrovnik would be my recommendation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to work...more tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1820685854317710444?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1820685854317710444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1820685854317710444' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1820685854317710444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1820685854317710444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/molly-and-scotts-great-adventure-part-2.html' title='Molly and Scott&apos;s Great Adventure Part 2'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SEVfFoEko2I/AAAAAAAABCs/um-dfRWRq78/s72-c/Split.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-9023748274337584641</id><published>2008-06-01T12:24:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T07:08:57.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Molly and Scott's Great Adventure Part 1</title><content type='html'>This was an amazing trip!&lt;br /&gt;I would recommend going to Croatia and Slovenia to ANYONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our boat was small by cruise ship standards, it help 330 passengers. We were about 3/4 of the way full and about 1/3 of the passengers were English speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206979275755808162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELoEEQ-5aI/AAAAAAAABAU/j4ZhD_IPB8g/s320/better+boat.JPG" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is our room. Small, but that is what we expected. It was just big enough to be comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206980301273641170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="188" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELo_wnfMNI/AAAAAAAABAc/i34qrpksIeQ/s320/room.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206980705184024450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELpXRTOh4I/AAAAAAAABAk/3JRUvcUYrEg/s320/bathroom.JPG" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were not many English speaking tables on the ship. We were lucky to be seated with a great group. A couple from England and two friends from California (who ended up going on the excursion after the cruise with us!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206981142065731010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELpwsz8VcI/AAAAAAAABAs/g3BOlptZW3Q/s320/table+mates.JPG" width="175" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most days we ate breakfast, lunch and dinner in the dinning room (seated, from a menu) above but some mornings we ate breakfast (buffet) on the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206981717983971474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELqSORjSJI/AAAAAAAABA0/OYi9lnZErwg/s320/breakfast.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, that is the basics. And after the safety drill...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982040189011170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELqk-lOBOI/AAAAAAAABA8/2HAzXEjhs6Q/s320/safety+drill.JPG" width="190" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;...we were off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop was Pula.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982580605165266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELrEbyeHtI/AAAAAAAABBE/_7m-IzO5-G8/s320/Pula.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of Croatia has been under Italian, mostly Venetian, influence. Above are some ruins that are still used today as a concert hall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206982900369033938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELrXDAHitI/AAAAAAAABBU/tDfG1iQ5HKs/s320/Pula+3.JPG" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pula is a small town, we did not spend a lot of time there. We chose to take an excursion to Medieval Istria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206984546647143650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="196" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELs233Z9OI/AAAAAAAABBc/afhuXjO1qKY/s320/Istra.JPG" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206984757741679442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELtDKQQ81I/AAAAAAAABBk/SN3SrfoY98w/s320/Istria+2.JPG" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And part of the trip was a wine tasting...hmmm, wonder why I was so excited to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206985138130439666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="210" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELtZTUAzfI/AAAAAAAABBs/0qD9or-iMcM/s320/ME+wine+tasting.JPG" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night we were "entertained" by the unity orchestra. This brings up another point. We were called, "the aliens" by the crew because we were about 1/2 the age of most of the people on the ship...who I am sure enjoyed the unity orchestra...especially Natasha the Russian singer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206987051747664690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="129" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELvIsF6YzI/AAAAAAAABB0/RDGlfN1c5FE/s320/entertainment.JPG" width="184" border="0" /&gt; Next stop was Zadar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206987431735951730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELvezqLgXI/AAAAAAAABB8/QkJNQNIIH70/s320/Zadar.JPG" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206987621148942194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELvp1RwX3I/AAAAAAAABCE/O6ExzhInmcU/s320/Zadar+2.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around Zadar in the morning. We found it quite charming and would have enjoyed the day there. Instead we went on another excursion to the Plitvice National Park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988346740015362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELwUEUJgQI/AAAAAAAABCU/aFqLHYWl_HQ/s320/PNP+2.JPG" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988141556103330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="141" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELwIH8feKI/AAAAAAAABCM/2J1SF0nZSs0/s320/Plitvice+NAtional+Park.JPG" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206988581561141106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELwhvF3h3I/AAAAAAAABCc/N0gLQ3Rr6Go/s320/PNP+3.JPG" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This Park was absolutely amazing. Every turn led to a waterfall or a lake. The water in Croatia, due to a lack of industry, is amazingly clear. It is possible to look down and see layers of fish and on to the bottom of the lake. The water is an amazing blue/green color that is impossible to catch on film. An absolutely amazing place!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Off to get ready for Scott's birthday dinner. Another installment tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-9023748274337584641?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/9023748274337584641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=9023748274337584641' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/9023748274337584641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/9023748274337584641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/06/molly-and-scotts-great-adventure-part-1.html' title='Molly and Scott&apos;s Great Adventure Part 1'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SELoEEQ-5aI/AAAAAAAABAU/j4ZhD_IPB8g/s72-c/better+boat.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4829286822538983932</id><published>2008-05-16T20:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:01:13.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SC47KHhzZ0I/AAAAAAAABAM/x9wBtrjTsyM/s1600-h/dubrovnik-desktop-1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201159664665061186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SC47KHhzZ0I/AAAAAAAABAM/x9wBtrjTsyM/s320/dubrovnik-desktop-1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kiss me and smile for me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that youll wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me like youll never let me go&lt;br /&gt;cause Im leavin on a jet plane&lt;br /&gt;Dont know when Ill be back again&lt;br /&gt;-the late great John Denver&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4829286822538983932?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4829286822538983932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4829286822538983932' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4829286822538983932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4829286822538983932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/05/all-my-bags-are-packed-im-ready-to-go.html' title='All my bags are packed, I&apos;m ready to go'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SC47KHhzZ0I/AAAAAAAABAM/x9wBtrjTsyM/s72-c/dubrovnik-desktop-1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7834466567803550899</id><published>2008-05-14T19:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T20:21:29.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't get close, She'll warn you with her growl</title><content type='html'>Exercise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 40 minute Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: 3 Miles 5 minute run (5.0) and 1 minute walk&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:40&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 12:24&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:13 (ran through last walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 4o minute Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great run Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure what to say otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I spent at Pee Wee soccer games, shopping, cooking and celebrating Mother's Day with Scott's Momma. Sunday we had my parents, Katie, Tony and the boys over for brunch and we had a WONDERFUL time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did not work out either day. I really wish that I did not care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that I did not work out Saturday or Sunday was in the back of my mind all day both days and that actually pissed me off a little bit. I really wish I could have enjoyed the days...period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another fact about Molly that you might not know...I do not sleep well alone. Scott has been out of town this week and it has taken a toll on me. I have not slept well and I have not been physically able to get up at 5 am (that is my excuse anyway). Apparently Koz does not sleep well either b/c he has been waking up and barking once an hour every hour...just to add fuel to the not sleeping fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200405837775071026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SCuNjnhzZzI/AAAAAAAABAE/N0gmR5RiShs/s320/koz.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two nights I have done a lot of strength and core work at night. Plan on doing that again today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed in myself this week. I am about to go out of town for a long time and I am disappointed that I have not been gutting it out and getting it done. Especially when I read what others are going through. Not looking for sympathy...just stating the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is making me grump and irritable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...a lot going on. Getting ready for our trip, been busy with a lot of work and trying to braid some loose ends so they are manageable when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to post some garden pics b/4 I leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out there a redhead walkin'&lt;br /&gt;Redhead walkin'&lt;br /&gt;The redhead walkin'&lt;br /&gt;Better listen keep your distance from the crimson crime warpath&lt;br /&gt;-REM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7834466567803550899?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7834466567803550899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7834466567803550899' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7834466567803550899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7834466567803550899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/05/dont-get-close-shell-warn-you-with-her.html' title='Don&apos;t get close, She&apos;ll warn you with her growl'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SCuNjnhzZzI/AAAAAAAABAE/N0gmR5RiShs/s72-c/koz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8024551805520738779</id><published>2008-05-07T20:35:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T19:27:38.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The insurgency began and you missed it</title><content type='html'>Workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;notta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 3 mile run, 5 minute run (5.0)/1 minute walk&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:19&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 12: 23&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:37 (walked 2 minutes during middle walk)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;notta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;notta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we missed spinning. For about three months Scott and I have needed to go to Lowe's and return a lot of extra materials from our remodel. The people at Lowe's were very nice but it took them quite a while to get everything sorted out. I also needed to get some things in the garden center. At this point I knew I was going to miss spinning so we went on to the Fresh Market and got some meat to grill out for dinner. I played in the garden all afternoon and I am finally really happy with the way everything looks, I will post some pics soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday's run felt good. As usual the first two miles were like butter and the third hit hard. I took an extra minute walk in the middle and was able to push through to the end. I needed my Halo I was dripping in sweat. I think the gym is having trouble with the fluctuating temps here b/c it seemed really hot in there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started to feel bad Monday night and I felt really bad Tuesday morning. It was odd b/c I had mild cold symptoms and my biggest complaint was that I was achy and my temp was fluctuating. Knowing me these weird &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sypmtoms&lt;/span&gt; would have freaked me out if Scott had not had the exact same ailment last week. I must have caught whatever bug he had. Needless to say I did not get up Monday morning. I worked from home and actually ended up getting a lot done, between naps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably could have gotten up this morning but I decided to take it easy for another day. I also worked from home again (could get used to that) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; and I did get out for a little bit for a good walk,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197819080481790338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SCJc6hrdWYI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Q_DpXshJB5s/s320/koz+walk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my plan for the week has changed a little bit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************************UPDATED*****************&lt;br /&gt;(apparently I am not good with the days of the week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday - 40 minute Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;Friday- 3 mile run&lt;br /&gt;Saturday - 20 minute Elliptical and strength&lt;br /&gt;Sunday - 40 minute run outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not done a Molly Mental Health Update in a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing really well on the &lt;a href="http://www.lamictal.com/bipolar/patients/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Lamictal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I feel much more balanced and my swings have been much less dramatic. AND I did not make the bed the entire weekend and it did not kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also did some back reading on my blog and I definitely see a strong correlation between good mental health and staying active. I have to keep this WAY up front in my mind when we decide to add to the family and I am free of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's rich demand creates supply in the hand&lt;br /&gt;Of the powers, the only vote that matters&lt;br /&gt;Silence means security silence means approval&lt;br /&gt;On Zenith, on the TV, tiger run around the tree&lt;br /&gt;Follow the leader, run and turn into butter&lt;br /&gt;-REM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8024551805520738779?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8024551805520738779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8024551805520738779' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8024551805520738779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8024551805520738779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/05/insurgency-began-and-you-missed-it.html' title='The insurgency began and you missed it'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SCJc6hrdWYI/AAAAAAAAA_8/Q_DpXshJB5s/s72-c/koz+walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-3580776059421323844</id><published>2008-05-03T16:36:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:18:10.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've never been there but the brochure looks nice</title><content type='html'>Workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 minutes Elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 minute run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.3 miles...5 minute run/1 minute walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40 minute Elliptical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 minute Elliptical &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20 minute strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My run Tuesday was really good. I felt good...trucked along at a slower speed (4.8)...but kept the 5/1 ratio up the entire 40 minutes and felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday also included some cross training in the woods chasing these two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196270147745913698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBzcKxlcm2I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZvHq8EZJXLc/s320/two+dogs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kozmo had his leash on but still managed to take off with Roxie Doxie. Mom and I trekked through woods and roads and, after an hour, found them. They were actually pretty close to Mom and Dad's...Koz had wrapped his leash around a poll and Roxie was hanging out. We are not sure if she was keeping him company or teasing him b/c she was free and he was caught!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I planned on only taking Thursday off...but I made a game day decision to stay in bed Wednesday morning too. Happy Anniversary to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of the story: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Paul Harvey's wife died of cancer...this is my little tribute to the two of them.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our anniversary was great. Scott brought me flowers to work. That sweet boy actually thought to get flowers in our wedding colors:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196271998876818290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBzd2hlcm3I/AAAAAAAAA_g/8gvvQREBg_g/s320/flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(a little fuzzy...thanks to the camera phone!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great dinner at the &lt;a href="http://www.baldheadedbistro.com/"&gt;Bald Headed Bistro&lt;/a&gt;. It was GREAT! S told them it was our anniversary so they brought a special desert, wished us Happy Anniversary several times and called us Mrs. and Mr. Cooper all night...pretty cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall..a GREAT day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday afternoon I got home from work and planted our anniversary gift from Momma and Dad Man, a beautiful Lilac:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196274339633994626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBzf-xlcm4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/5Y4M-gAl83Y/s320/lilac2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196274528612555666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBzgJxlcm5I/AAAAAAAAA_w/Xoyzf63vOJA/s320/lilac3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night S and I went to J Alexander's...one of our favorite places. We decided to be cheep (a relative term at J's) and get soup and salad. When we ordered our waiter said, "Is that all?" and as you can imagine our service went downhill from there. I was really disappointed b/c they are usually on point there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did decide to hit Bruster's afterward and if anyone is looking to be bad their new Key Lime Pie ice cream is to die for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chillin' out tonight...if only I had a Miny Julup (my pinot will do!)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan for the week:&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: Spinning&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 40 minute run&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: 20 minute Elliptical/20 minute swim&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: 40 minute Elliptical&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 40 minute run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a winding road&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer&lt;br /&gt;Everyday is a faded sign&lt;br /&gt;I get a little bit closer to feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;-Sheryl Crow &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-3580776059421323844?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/3580776059421323844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=3580776059421323844' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3580776059421323844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3580776059421323844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/05/ive-never-been-there-but-brochure-looks.html' title='I&apos;ve never been there but the brochure looks nice'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBzcKxlcm2I/AAAAAAAAA_Y/ZvHq8EZJXLc/s72-c/two+dogs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5539358894364081441</id><published>2008-04-30T13:27:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:09:08.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm, It's always better when we're together</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;April 30, 2008...3 Years Strong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111623267490626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi-fxlcm0I/AAAAAAAAA_I/cs0gJl5rGeQ/s320/WeddingRecessional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's no combination of words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I could put on the back of a postcard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No song that I could sing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I can try for your heart, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;our dreams, and they are made out of real things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;like a shoebox of photographs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195110893123050210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi91RlcmuI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/Yf43DdJ-51w/s320/M%26S+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;with sepia-toned loving&lt;br /&gt;Love is the answer&lt;br /&gt;at least for most of the questions in my heart, like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111082101611266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi-ARlcmwI/AAAAAAAAA-o/ELOTp2TL25w/s320/M%26S+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Why are we here? And where do we go?&lt;br /&gt;And how come it's so hard?&lt;br /&gt;It's not always easy and&lt;br /&gt;sometimes life can be deceiving&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you one thing, it's always better when we're together &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195110798633769682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi9vxlcmtI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/p6pE2vEXeNY/s320/M%26S+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah we'll look at the stars and we're together &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111314029845282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi-NxlcmyI/AAAAAAAAA-4/vWsYfDBx2As/s320/M%26S+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah it's always better when we're together&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And all of these moments&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just might find their way into my dreams tonight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195110970432461554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi95xlcmvI/AAAAAAAAA-g/NqmV2IGRZHo/s320/M%26S+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know that they’ll be gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when the morning light sings&lt;br /&gt;and brings new things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111455763766066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi-WBlcmzI/AAAAAAAAA_A/YySr0aKPqsM/s320/M%26S+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt; for tomorrow night you see&lt;br /&gt;that they’ll be gone too, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;too many things I have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But if all of these dreams might find their way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;into my day to day scene&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195115544572631890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBjCEBlcm1I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/R11Fo3j2PRs/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'd be under the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;impressioni&lt;/span&gt; was somewhere in between&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With only two,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195111232425466642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi-JBlcmxI/AAAAAAAAA-w/jVme6n0MIic/s320/M%26S+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just me and you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not so many things we got to door places we got to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll sit beneath the mango tree, now,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195110656899848898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi9nhlcmsI/AAAAAAAAA-I/jdyfKgONz0Y/s320/M%24S+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah It's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, we're somewhere in between together&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's always better when we're together&lt;br /&gt;I believe in memories&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195108779999140514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi76RlcmqI/AAAAAAAAA94/7lnq7Q3kUpc/s320/funnyjump.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;they look so, so pretty when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Hey now, and when I wake up,&lt;br /&gt;you look so pretty sleeping next to me&lt;br /&gt;But there is not enough time,&lt;br /&gt;There is no, no song I could sing&lt;br /&gt;and there is no combination of words I could say&lt;br /&gt;but I will still tell you one thing&lt;br /&gt;We're Better together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195108651150121618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi7yxlcmpI/AAAAAAAAA9w/mEUnqJB_8ZM/s320/funny2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better Together - Jack Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5539358894364081441?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5539358894364081441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5539358894364081441' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5539358894364081441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5539358894364081441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/mmmm-its-always-better-when-were.html' title='Mmmm, It&apos;s always better when we&apos;re together'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBi-fxlcm0I/AAAAAAAAA_I/cs0gJl5rGeQ/s72-c/WeddingRecessional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8726289285602019498</id><published>2008-04-27T09:27:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:08:36.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not broke but you can see the cracks</title><content type='html'>Thank you all so much for your advice and suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first two miles of the race were perfect...the third mile, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stuck to the routine. Got up at 5:30 had my banana and Luna bar a little coffee and a lot of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire pit crew cam along...Mom picked Scott and me up and we headed to Dalton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a very unique experience in that there were all types of people there. There was a 2K, an un timed 2K and the 5K. There were groups from all over the area competing for a participation award. There were businesses, schools, a group of Fire Fighters and a group of Marines. 5,935 people of all shapes and sizes participated. &lt;a href="http://www.northwestgeorgia.com/sports/local_story_117225928.html?keyword=topstory"&gt;This year's Bill Gregory Health care Classic saw a record number of participants.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lined up for the 5k and after they changed the starting line 3 times we were off. The first mile went great. There was a huge hill and I charged up it. The second mile was equally good and my times in the first and second mile were almost identical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day did not turn out as expected. It did not rain...it was a beautiful, but humid, day. I decided on the starting line that I was going to go the "run until I am tired" route. There were two more hills on the second mile and that was the only walking I did. Right after I passed the two mile marker I decided I would do a walk/run the third mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of this is to lead up to the fact that the third mile was THE WORST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after that there was the fourth hill, that just about killed me. At this point I really felt myself overheating and I started to feel a bit light headed. So, for the entire third mile I walked a minute and ran a minute...until the huge hill at the end that it took me two minutes to walk up and then I ran the last two minutes into the shoot. I have never seen so many people at the end of a race - it was amazing...every person was welcomed with a huge burst of support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 11:21&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 11:23&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total time: 35:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked about 500 yards, caught my Mom's eye and sat down in the shade. I was not sure if I was going to throw up or pass out. Scott got me some water and some orange wedges and I sat there for about 10 minutes and regrouped. In addition to a rather normal T Shirt we did get a cool backpack bag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193950272700586578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSeQRlcmlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DSmkNFwZsqY/s320/swag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hung out a little while longer and watched folks come in and then we headed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following the aftermath last weeks post race meal I decided to stick with ole' faithful and we headed to IHOP for pancakes! Those were the best pancakes I have ever had!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am SO happy that Momma and Scott were there with me. We ended up without a camera so I made sure that we got a picture of the crew back at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193944182436960818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSYtxlcmjI/AAAAAAAAA9A/3PgVAq9sYaI/s320/pit+crew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have spent a lot of time reflecting on this race. I did not reach my goal, I did awful on the third mile and I felt sick at the end. I can see myself walking away from this one feeling sorry for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with reflection I think I have put some things into perspective. Ironically, this race was one month to the day that I ran for the first time since last summer. So, with less than a month of preparation I ran two 5Ks with consistent times. While I did not reach my goal this race I think I would be shallow to think that reaching a goal was all this race was about. It was about Dr. Gregory and what he meant to my life...an so many other peoples lives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can honestly say...I am proud of myself!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After a nice long nap we went to Aunt Jan's for a tailgate party before we all went to the Lookouts game. You all know how much I LOVE baseball:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193949705764903490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSdvRlcmkI/AAAAAAAAA9I/S4q97aYWsdg/s320/love+baseball.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...with this crew you can not, NOT have fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSfkBlcmmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/jm1b_k07KGQ/s1600-h/baseball1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193951711514630754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="123" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSfkBlcmmI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/jm1b_k07KGQ/s320/baseball1.JPG" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSgABlcmoI/AAAAAAAAA9o/mbtk5EXGhzI/s1600-h/baseball3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193952192550967938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="128" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSgABlcmoI/AAAAAAAAA9o/mbtk5EXGhzI/s320/baseball3.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193952012162341490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSf1hlcmnI/AAAAAAAAA9g/CCo3zdUOcg4/s320/baseball2.JPG" width="165" border="0" /&gt;We never got the expected rain yesterday, but it hit us this morning. I am hoping that it will cleat so that I can work in the garden. Otherwise I am looking forward to a quiet day at home!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm being born&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived, I'm at the door&lt;br /&gt;Of the place I started out from&lt;br /&gt;And I want back inside&lt;br /&gt;-U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8726289285602019498?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8726289285602019498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8726289285602019498' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8726289285602019498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8726289285602019498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-not-broke-but-you-can-see-cracks.html' title='I&apos;m not broke but you can see the cracks'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SBSeQRlcmlI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/DSmkNFwZsqY/s72-c/swag.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6679905000599512087</id><published>2008-04-24T10:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T10:38:13.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So stay with me and I'll have it made</title><content type='html'>I had a really good run on Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:08&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 12:28&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I did 40 minutes on the Elliptical and stretched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is off...I never thought that sleeping until 7:00 would be such a luxury!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not going to post until after the race; but, &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have two burning questions...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Would I do better in the race if I implemented the 4 minute run, 1 minute walk from the beginning?...my time on Wednesday was really consistent and I felt good the entire time. Knowing that I run faster in a race I wonder if this would get me closer to my 34 minute goal...or should I stick to the original plan of running as long as possible and THEN implementing the 4 minute run 1 minute walk?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Does anyone have a good swim shampoo that they use...I could smell the chlorine on my hair all day Tuesday! My Mom uses a &lt;a href="http://www.kiehls.com/_us/_en/home/index.aspx"&gt;Kiehls&lt;/a&gt; shampoo that she really likes...&lt;a href="http://www.kiehls.com/_us/_en/hair/all-sport-swimmers-cleansing-rinse-for-hair-and-body.htm"&gt;but it is a little pricey for me&lt;/a&gt;...I am wondering if there is a cheaper option?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, in advance for your advice...looks like I might have &lt;a href="http://www.weather.com/outlook/recreation/ski/wxdetail/USTN0084?dayNum=2"&gt;my first race in the rain Saturday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that my life is pretty plain&lt;br /&gt;I like watchin' the puddles gather rain&lt;br /&gt;-Blind Melon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6679905000599512087?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6679905000599512087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6679905000599512087' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6679905000599512087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6679905000599512087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/so-stay-with-me-and-ill-have-it-made.html' title='So stay with me and I&apos;ll have it made'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8101426588822163984</id><published>2008-04-22T10:13:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T11:08:33.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey now nellie with an anchor on your belly</title><content type='html'>TMI...but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you have commented on how good the biscuit looks...I am not lovin' it anymore:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4CqhlcmZI/AAAAAAAAA70/28syKPQjd88/s1600-h/finish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090349997955474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4CqhlcmZI/AAAAAAAAA70/28syKPQjd88/s320/finish.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; +&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090530386581922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="122" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4C1BlcmaI/AAAAAAAAA78/xrLYov2sME8/s320/my%2Bbfast.jpg" width="161" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;=&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192090611990960562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="112" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4C5xlcmbI/AAAAAAAAA8E/ddizVI0wnb4/s320/dulcolax_laxative.jpg" width="112" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am afraid &lt;a href="http://iwannagetphysical.blogspot.com/"&gt;Speedo Steve &lt;/a&gt;is rubbing off on me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now back to our regularly scheduled program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;I went for a swim at the gym to work the race kinks out. I did a half mile in about 2o minutes. Then I spent 10 more minutes working on breathing on both sides. Right now I am alternating laps between free and breast strokes so that I get enough air. I know that if I could breath on both sides that would help...as always, any suggestions welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes on the Elliptical and 10 minutes arms and abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes Elliptical and 20 minute swim. I did the same routine...in that, I did about 15 minutes of laps (lost count) and then 5 minutes of practicing breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan for the rest of the week is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;3.2 miles...4 minute walk and 1 minute run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;20 minute Elliptical, 20 minute swim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwgahealthpartners.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=60&amp;amp;Itemid=116"&gt;RACE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to STATE my goal this time! I would like to run the first two miles and then, if necessary, do the 4 minute run, 1 minute walk the third mile. I have a map of the course but I have no idea what the hill situation is...I have not practiced hills yet, so that might effect the result. I would like to finish in 34 minutes this race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am excited about Sunday. We are going to &lt;a href="http://mckameyanimalcenter.org/events.htm"&gt;Dogs on the Diamond&lt;/a&gt; at our local AA baseball team &lt;a href="http://www.lookouts.com/"&gt;The Lookouts&lt;/a&gt;. My sister is going to bring her greyhound Carmella:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192095929160473026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4HvRlcmcI/AAAAAAAAA8M/FSJ7jOXJNoY/s320/carmella.gif" width="87" border="0" /&gt;My parent's dogs Percy and Roxie are coming:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192097045851970018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4IwRlcmeI/AAAAAAAAA8c/fZTITUlVBNc/s320/Percy2.jpg" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192097466758765042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4JIxlcmfI/AAAAAAAAA8k/z-14UJJCotk/s320/roxy%2B9.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;AND:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192097724456802818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="124" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4JXxlcmgI/AAAAAAAAA8s/EAJq0O6piB8/s320/IMG00015.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THE KOZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very possible that the Dogs on the Diamond report might be more exciting than Saturday's race report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscuit head you got a double decker biscuit head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's got you all laid up in bed &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Spin Doctor's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8101426588822163984?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8101426588822163984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8101426588822163984' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8101426588822163984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8101426588822163984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/hey-now-nellie-with-anchor-on-your.html' title='Hey now nellie with an anchor on your belly'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA4CqhlcmZI/AAAAAAAAA70/28syKPQjd88/s72-c/finish.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-2790395008454402400</id><published>2008-04-19T18:33:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:54:00.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a time to find your way, I got a litlte further today</title><content type='html'>Great race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first...the week in review!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning I got up and did 40 minutes on the elliptical, arms and abs.&lt;br /&gt;Headed to Nashville and had a very busy, productive day &lt;a href="http://www.andyberke.com/"&gt;getting things ready!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set the alarm to get up at the hotel and I just did not have the energy! We stayed up late having dinner with friends and it was WAY past my 10:30 bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was another long day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning I got up and did 40 minutes on the elliptical again and arms and abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once again intended to get up Friday morning...and I bailed...can I say I was tapering?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I had a big bowl of pasta, lots of water and got in bed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up at 5:30 and had a breakfast bar, some water and some coffee. Did some stretching and I was ready to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chickaumaga Race was wonderful! By far the best run I have done...through the park and mostly flat. I really enjoyed myself and (once again) I think I am officially bit by the bug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are Alan and I before the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191108056066878002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqFRfiI6jI/AAAAAAAAA6o/GMuN0r7Rmh0/s320/B4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-cups-of-coffee-in-morning-two-days.html"&gt;As you recall Alan is the reason I got into this in the first place. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a cold and rainy morning. We knew that it was supposed to stop by race time, and it did, but it was pretty unnerving at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chickaumaga Chase takes place in the &lt;a href="http://www.nps.gov/chch/"&gt;Chickamauga Battlefield &lt;/a&gt;so the appropriate pre race festivities took place:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191110130536081986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqHKPiI6kI/AAAAAAAAA6w/XTdFBgAR4zU/s320/pre+game.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It was another crowded start. Our 5K, a 15K and a 2.5 walk all started at the same time. I had feelings of being closed in again and worked through it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The first mile was great...I felt great I stayed in my head and did not worry about the people around me. I ran the entire first mile in 11 minutes and 28 seconds. &lt;/p&gt;The next half mile I started to slow down and get a little winded. I decided to push through five more minutes and the last 1/4 mile I did a four minute walk I minute run. I did he second mile in 11 minutes and 26 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third mile I did the four minute walk and one minute walk the entire way. I really saw the benefits of this method as I saw a lot of people around me fly past, stop and then I would pass them again...but, by the end my steady pace was helping me pull ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I passed the 3mile marker I sprinted (really) the last .2 and passed about 7 people. I was a little disappointed in myself that I still had that much fuel in the tank. The last 1.2 mile was done in 12:53.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total Time: 35 minutes and seven seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191112595847309906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqJZviI6lI/AAAAAAAAA64/Y5FNlIMfu_w/s320/finish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a mental goal (that I was scared to share) of making it in 35 minutes...so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alan did great too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191113119833320034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqJ4PiI6mI/AAAAAAAAA7A/2dvr6GUWmFQ/s320/alan+finish.JPG" border="0" /&gt;He finished in just over 41 minutes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kneed did great, my halo did great and I am overall really happy with the race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191113716833774194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqKa_iI6nI/AAAAAAAAA7I/mxxE1wZyn_w/s320/M%26A.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, Scott was there to root me on and take all these great pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the race we all hit the Biscuit Barn:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191114356783901314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqLAPiI6oI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PHhfJkTQR2s/s320/my+bfast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqLS_iI6pI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ka_qwCnXzCg/s1600-h/alan+bfast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191114678906448530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqLS_iI6pI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/Ka_qwCnXzCg/s320/alan+bfast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqLfPiI6qI/AAAAAAAAA7g/mqUlFrIevDU/s1600-h/scott+bfast.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191114889359846050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqLfPiI6qI/AAAAAAAAA7g/mqUlFrIevDU/s320/scott+bfast.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqLfPiI6qI/AAAAAAAAA7g/mqUlFrIevDU/s1600-h/scott+bfast.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, finally, on a more superficial note...by far my favorite T-Shirt of my short career:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191117578009373362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqN7viI6rI/AAAAAAAAA7o/BxLZsyjBWvk/s320/shirt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nwgahealthpartners.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=60&amp;amp;Itemid=116"&gt;So, next week, different place, same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't got the reasons&lt;br /&gt;Just make up any reasons&lt;br /&gt;Then pick them 'til they're torn.&lt;br /&gt;-Counting Crows &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-2790395008454402400?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/2790395008454402400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=2790395008454402400' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2790395008454402400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2790395008454402400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-time-to-find-your-way-i-got-litlte.html' title='Make a time to find your way, I got a litlte further today'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAqFRfiI6jI/AAAAAAAAA6o/GMuN0r7Rmh0/s72-c/B4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4614963433053186963</id><published>2008-04-14T09:19:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T10:40:57.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in what you do, I believe in watching you</title><content type='html'>Workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40 minutes on the Elliptical, 20 minutes arms and Abs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to tell a quick story about the gym. I do free weights. I think they are quick&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANrq9lbJWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CUUVyYOymHk/s1600-h/Tricept.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189109581491152226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="147" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANrq9lbJWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CUUVyYOymHk/s320/Tricept.jpg" width="173" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;er (I hate adjusting machines) and I can pull the Bo Cu ball right up to my area and make quick transitions between arms and abs. But, the triceps machine was right next to the free weights area. These guys were doing burn outs on the triceps machine (the one where you stand up and pull the Y shaped rope). The one machine, out of all of them where isolating your muscle is the most important thing...and there they were pulling with their backs, shoulders and biceps...probably going nothing for their tricepses...OH well, since I do not work at the gym anymore I did not use my line, "can I show you how to make your workout even better?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Swam at the Sports Barn with Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;30 minute swim 1/2 mile. I THOUGHT we did a mile until I realized a length was up and back!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE, plan to add to repertoire! DO need a swim cap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decide to do ONE road run before the race. I did a 40 minute run. 2 minute walk three minute run. I thought I could do 4 minute run, 1 minute walk...might go for that later in the week (if I feel better).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to give my Halo Headband a try. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are the before pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANuftlbJXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/1qREkqz3Nkk/s1600-h/Halo+Before.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112686752507250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANuftlbJXI/AAAAAAAAA5o/1qREkqz3Nkk/s320/Halo+Before.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANurNlbJYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kXlpLjaI9WM/s1600-h/halo+before+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189112884321002882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="139" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANurNlbJYI/AAAAAAAAA5w/kXlpLjaI9WM/s320/halo+before+2.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the after:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANu7NlbJZI/AAAAAAAAA54/zSbTHztuGTU/s1600-h/Halo+After.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189113159198909842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" height="124" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANu7NlbJZI/AAAAAAAAA54/zSbTHztuGTU/s320/Halo+After.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANvK9lbJaI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4lodUO1bDPE/s1600-h/Halo+After+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189113429781849506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="133" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANvK9lbJaI/AAAAAAAAA6A/4lodUO1bDPE/s320/Halo+After+2.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;LOVE IT! Most of all because I have a BIG head (this is a reality, not me being self critical) and I have never found a headband that does not slip back on my head. This head band STAYED on my head! I should have taken a picture of this too...but it has a great "Gripper"on the inside that holds the headband in place! And you can see the layer of sweat above the headband on my hair...that was not running down mt face!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I encourage ANYONE who is looking for ahead band to go over to &lt;a href="http://www.allthingstriathlon.com/"&gt;All things Triathlon&lt;/a&gt; and check out this &lt;a href="http://www.allthingstriathlon.com/shops/allthingstriathlonstore/halo-ii-headband.aspx"&gt;Halo Headband!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And, since I am highlighting my blogger friends I thought that I would also show off my dual braces, thanks to &lt;a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189115860733339058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANxYdlbJbI/AAAAAAAAA6I/r6lJOz8uL64/s320/knee.jpg" width="135" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am feeling under the weather this morning and skipped my workout. There are two possibilities for this ailment. We had a sushi dinner last night for my brother in law's birthday and Tommy and Jimmy (the nephews) were under the weather OR I spent most of the day outside yesterday...so the allergies might have kicked in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I have to go to Nashville tomorrow and have a LONG day Wednesday too...so I am taking it easy today. &lt;a href="http://www.starwoodhotels.com/sheraton/property/features/index.html?propertyID=1236"&gt;I did check out the hotel in Nashville and it does have a nice workout room.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, plan for the week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;40 minute Elliptical, 10 minute arms and abs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(probably have to get up at 5:00, instead of 5:30 to get to Nashville on time, SO I really hope I feel better...day off and meds should help!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3 mile run...4 minute run, 1 minute walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thursday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;20 minute Elliptical, 20 minute swim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chickchase.org/"&gt;5K race!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As ya'll know I love picture, so I wanted to end with a few new ones:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189120138520765890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="173" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAN1RdlbJcI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/vHiePUpa1LY/s320/cute+kate.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I plan on getting this one framed&lt;br /&gt;Kate, my niece, will be a big sister by June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189120537952724434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAN1otlbJdI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/9-2Qyi2Z6d4/s320/Jimmy+and+TOmmy.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;Tommy and Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;My sister framed this picture for Tony for his birthday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189120980334355938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SAN2CdlbJeI/AAAAAAAAA6g/Pp7fNV0CgS4/s320/Koz_+April.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the choice&lt;br /&gt;Given the heart&lt;br /&gt;Given the tool&lt;br /&gt;Given the word&lt;br /&gt;Given the cheers&lt;br /&gt;-REM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4614963433053186963?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4614963433053186963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4614963433053186963' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4614963433053186963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4614963433053186963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-believe-in-what-you-do-i-believe-in.html' title='I believe in what you do, I believe in watching you'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SANrq9lbJWI/AAAAAAAAA5g/CUUVyYOymHk/s72-c/Tricept.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-3145952608830732794</id><published>2008-04-09T09:48:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T10:46:52.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aint no need to go outside...</title><content type='html'>Workouts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Rocket Yoga...kicked my ass. I had NO idea what I was getting into. We did a lot of weight lifting on the ball and other "non yoga" (in my mind) things. I was hoping to get a deep stretch after spinning. Guess that is what I get for not thinking about the fact it was called ROCKET yoga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to set the alarm. Pretty impressive that this was the first time that has happened. I DID pack my bag (without socks, it was a sockless run) and went after work. I had, by far, my best run. I did 2 minute walk, 3 minute run and ramped my run speed up from 5.0 to 5.2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:09&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 12:50&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;40 minutes on the Elliptical and 20 minutes arms and abs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;This morning was the WORST. My legs were heavy,right knee more soar &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_zbVzKlpjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AfFnGNzrt1E/s1600-h/porcupine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187262038382323250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_zbVzKlpjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AfFnGNzrt1E/s320/porcupine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;than it has been,my stomach was upset (1/2 Luna bar I regularly eat b/4 I leave felt like a porcupine jumping around in my stomach) and I was TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mile I manages a 3 minute run and a 2 minute walk..went back down to 5.0. The second mile I walked the first 5 minutes and then did a 2 minute run and 3 minute walk. I was determined to make it 3 miles but hit the stop button again (I need to stop playing the air drums) and decided that was a sign from the running gods and quit and stretched out really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:45&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 14:09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the plan for the next few days:&lt;br /&gt;Thursday: 40 minute Elliptical and 20 minute arms and abs&lt;br /&gt;Friday:off&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Swim&lt;br /&gt;Sunday: run (maybe Pilates class)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was going to go for 4 minute run, 1 minute walk next week...but I think I will stick to 3/2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday: 40 minutes Elliptical and 20 minute arms and abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that I need to stretch more...so I am going to make sure to get some stretching in every night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_zdwjKlpkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/4nTskS5WDH4/s1600-h/J+Hawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187264696967079490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_zdwjKlpkI/AAAAAAAAA5I/4nTskS5WDH4/s320/J+Hawk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't think the &lt;a href="http://run-girl-run.blogspot.com/"&gt;other&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://dare-to-tri.blogspot.com/"&gt;ladies&lt;/a&gt; will be making not of the fact that &lt;a href="http://run-girl-run.blogspot.com/2008/03/march-madness-info.html"&gt;I WON the blogger Men's basketball tourney pool!&lt;/a&gt; Not only that I went from worst to first! I do think that my J Hawks pulled me through! Rock Chalk Baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/sports/college/womensbasketball/2008-04-08-tennessee-sidebar_N.htm"&gt;Also, my Lady Vols won last night! &lt;/a&gt;GREAT team effort!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps my bad morning was a result of a deep depression about College Basketball being over. What am I going to do with myself for 5 1/2 months until College football begins!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered my &lt;a href="http://www.allthingstriathlon.com/shops/allthingstriathlonstore/halo-ii-headband.aspx"&gt;Hallo Headband&lt;/a&gt; last night! I will let you all know how it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About to place an order at Eddie Bauer...good looks this season...Lovin' these shoes from Prevo &lt;a href="http://mommelisa.blogspot.com/2008/03/pink-bling.html"&gt;(not quite as snazzy as Momo's) &lt;/a&gt;I know I will wear them out this summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187268227430196834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_zg-DKlpmI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/IjojNLM4aGs/s320/privo.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, You hardly even notice&lt;br /&gt;When I try to show you this&lt;br /&gt;Song is meant to keep ya&lt;br /&gt;From doing what your supposed to&lt;br /&gt;Like waking up too early&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can sleep in&lt;br /&gt;-Jack Johnson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-3145952608830732794?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/3145952608830732794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=3145952608830732794' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3145952608830732794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3145952608830732794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/aint-no-need-to-go-outside.html' title='Aint no need to go outside...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_zbVzKlpjI/AAAAAAAAA5A/AfFnGNzrt1E/s72-c/porcupine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6753694193340530452</id><published>2008-04-05T21:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:25:25.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...nobody like you...there's nobody like you...</title><content type='html'>Thursday morning I did the 3 minute walk 2 minute run:&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:52&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 13:12&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:48&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It kicked my butt pretty good...I was WORN out! Knees soar, but no sharp pains!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I took the day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Scott and I went to Spinning. WOW...have not done that in a while...that was tough! Felt really good afterward. &lt;a href="http://www.allthingstriathlon.com/shops/allthingstriathlonstore/default.aspx"&gt;Need to get a headband&lt;/a&gt;...I sweat like a crazy woman in spinning! (also forgot being soar...there!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to a meeting and ended up getting into the political process with another candidate. It was another situation where I did not speak up for myself like I should. Don't want to get into it further, only to say that I still need to work on standing up for myself and saying what I mean, not what I think people want to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was a good, long day. Lots of meetings and so forth. Quiet night at home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After spinning today Scott and I went to Kate's Pee Wee soccer game. The other coach still makes me laugh. He tried to teach the kids to trap the ball (incidentally the wrong way...he was telling them to step on the ball and that is not really the best way to teach 3 and 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; to trap the ball...it is a good way to make a lot of 3 and 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; fall!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to &lt;a href="http://www.publix.com/Home.do"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, LOVE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Publix&lt;/span&gt;, and to &lt;a href="http://www.smokeybones.com/"&gt;Smokey Bones&lt;/a&gt; to watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BBall&lt;/span&gt; and eat our beloved BBQ Chicken Nachos! (GO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;KU&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I am going to a Rocket Yoga class and then work in the yard...for the first time this year! I am going to weed and get organized. &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/04/psalm-11824.html"&gt;I am still too nervous to plant after the late freeze last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, posting the plan for last week kept me 4 for 4...so this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning 40 minutes...3 minute run, 2 minute walk&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning 40 minutes on the elliptical and 15 minutes arms and abs&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning 40 minutes...3 minute run, 2 minute walk&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning 40 minutes on elliptical and 15 minutes arms and abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early morning, April 4&lt;br /&gt;Shot rings out in the Memphis sky&lt;br /&gt;Free at last, they took your life&lt;br /&gt;They could not take your pride&lt;br /&gt;-U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6753694193340530452?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6753694193340530452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6753694193340530452' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6753694193340530452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6753694193340530452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/nobody-like-youtheres-nobody-like-you.html' title='...nobody like you...there&apos;s nobody like you...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-2718145807939524484</id><published>2008-04-02T09:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T10:18:20.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's begin again, begin the begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_ObAjKlphI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LM0dZQZ_6jY/s1600-h/MAtt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184658029775529490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_ObAjKlphI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LM0dZQZ_6jY/s320/MAtt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend &lt;a href="http://www.mattdunmorephotography.com/photoblog/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; put this picture up yesterday and I was really drawn to it...at the time I was not sure why but I reflected on it most of the day. I think the picture represents new beginnings and the sunset in the background really seemed to represent the warmth and happiness that I feel recently. So there is my meaningless blabber for the week...basically, just like the picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like this picture too check out &lt;a href="http://www.mattdunmorephotography.com/www/blog"&gt;Matt's blog&lt;/a&gt;...he is a talented man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three mornings and three workouts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I did 40 minutes on the Elliptical and did arms, chest and abs for about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday I did my 2 minute run/3 minute walk routine...about a third of the way in I hit the darn STOP button...all my info GONE. All of the people in the gym learned I am not a morning person as I yelled..."OH POOP"! I started back up again and I ended up going about 4.2 miles in 45 minutes...running out the last 5 minutes again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen &lt;/a&gt;sent me my second brace and Tuesday was the first morning that I tried them both...VERY nice...I did notice that more men &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(and women)&lt;/span&gt; are staring at my legs &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(braces).&lt;/span&gt; But, I am used to that...I wore two braces playing college soccer and my coach used to say that I was setting the other team up for target practice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Scott stayed at home to do yoga so it was up to me to get my butt out of bed. I did and I repeated Monday's workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger and working out regularly I would, and could, eat whatever I wanted (think an entire box of Brown Sugar Cinnamon Pop Tarts or an entire frozen (not person size) pizza). I am learning that, at 32, that does not work anymore. I need to focus on my nutrition more...another fork in the road. But, while we are talking about not so good for you simple carbohydrates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to tell you about a recipe I made last night. Scott marinated some pork chops in BBQ sauce and rub, to grill, and it was my responsibility to make a side. Keeping in mind we both like savory, not sweet, pork I made these &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelray.com/recipe.php?recipe_id=117&amp;amp;r=19,37,51,73,90,113,117,126,144,155,165"&gt;Creamy Dijon Smashed Potatoes&lt;/a&gt; and they complimented the pork perfectly. Sorry, but I must...they were Yum-O!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tomorrow is another run. I am going to try for the 2 minute walk/3 minute run and see how it goes. My goal for the 5k is a 4 minute run/1 minute walk. I am going to wait until next week to bring the heart rate into play...just makin' it through right now! Thanks for your well wishes...and, as always, unsolicited advice is ALWAYS welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer me a question I can't itemize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't think clear, you look to me for reason&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's not there, I can't even rhyme here in the begin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-REM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-2718145807939524484?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/2718145807939524484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=2718145807939524484' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2718145807939524484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2718145807939524484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/04/lets-begin-again-begin-begin.html' title='Let&apos;s begin again, begin the begin'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R_ObAjKlphI/AAAAAAAAA4w/LM0dZQZ_6jY/s72-c/MAtt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-9102372496263862756</id><published>2008-03-30T16:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:51:02.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Never just an ordinary girl</title><content type='html'>So...I stuck to my guns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I went to the gym and ran on the treadmill! I ran 3 miles in 40 minutes. I did a 2 minute run followed by a 3 minute walk. I did run the last 5 minutes solid in order to get the 3 miles in! My knees did pretty well! I wore my old brace on my left knee and my new one on my right and that worked out OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I planned on going to a Pilates/yoga blend class at the gym. However, I THOUGHT the class started at 2:30 and it started at 2:00. Because I wore my &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/"&gt;Crocs&lt;/a&gt; I could not do anything else so I headed back home. At home I did my 50 minute Yoga Now video. Then I took Koz on a walk to wear him out b/c the first 10 minutes of my yoga (the core strength part) he kept coming over and dropping toys on my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-cups-of-coffee-in-morning-two-days.html"&gt;As I mentioned before&lt;/a&gt; my brother in law signed up for the 5k run at the &lt;a href="http://www.chickchase.org/www/info.html"&gt;Chickamauga Chase &lt;/a&gt;and on Friday I officially signed up too. After three good runs I decided that I am going to become a 5K specialist. So, I started looking at other races coming up. I found that there is a memorial race in honor of my beloved Dr. Gregory! &lt;a href="http://www.nwgahealthpartners.org/index.php?option=com_content&amp;amp;view=article&amp;amp;id=60&amp;amp;Itemid=116"&gt;The Bill Gregory Healthcare Classic&lt;/a&gt; is the weekend AFTER the Chick Chase BUT I feel very strongly that this is something that I really need to do! So, I am signed up for TWO 5Ks in April!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile in the world of Molly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vols game was terrible! They played awful! Oh well. On the same front my picks this year are TERRIBLE! You win some you loose some, right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we hung out at the house with a friend, watched more bball and relaxed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I went and watched Tommy's soccer game. (Keeping in mind he is 3) he had a little trouble sharing the ball. I am sure it is something that he will work through! I had a couple of hours to kill before I COACHED (whatever that means) Kate's soccer game so Momma and I went to the mall. Got my summer scent, &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2095170&amp;amp;cp=2831053.2077817&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;Coconut Lime Verbena&lt;/a&gt; (love &lt;a href="http://www.bathandbodyworks.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2095208&amp;amp;cp=2831053.2077834&amp;amp;parentPage=family"&gt;Warm Vanilla Sugar&lt;/a&gt; in the winter!) at Bath and Body Works and &lt;a href="http://www.gap.com/browse/product.do?cid=11403&amp;amp;pid=499037"&gt;a CUTE shirt at the GAP!&lt;/a&gt; Kate's soccer game was funny...the other coach was trying to teach the 3 year old to dribble and I just could not stop laughing the entire time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been good...church at Grace, workout, laundry and basketball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the interest of continuing t keep myself responsible here is the plan for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning: 30 minutes Elliptical and 15 minutes weights&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday morning: 40 minute run...2 minute run and three minute walk&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning: 30 minute Elliptical and 15 minutes weights&lt;br /&gt;Thursday morning: 40 minute run...3 minute run and two minute walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the colors start to fade&lt;br /&gt;She wears a silly yellow hat&lt;br /&gt;That someone gave her when she stayed&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that she returned it&lt;br /&gt;We left New York in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;Time expands and then contracts&lt;br /&gt;When you are spinning&lt;br /&gt;-Counting Crows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-9102372496263862756?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/9102372496263862756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=9102372496263862756' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/9102372496263862756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/9102372496263862756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/so.html' title='Never just an ordinary girl'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6611561687183290117</id><published>2008-03-27T09:46:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T10:29:23.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So good, so good, I got you</title><content type='html'>Ladies (you know who you are) thank you so much for your comments on yesterday's post! It is nice to know that I am not alone AND get such awesome advice and support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: At the gym at 6:00&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes on elliptical&lt;br /&gt;10 minutes lifting, arms&lt;br /&gt;5 minutes abs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel really good. I am really trying to hold on to this feeling so that, on those mornings when it is harder to get up, I can remember how great it feels to go through your day knowing that you have already done something good for yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-u2UzKlpgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QvymCixSYiE/s1600-h/Pitino.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182436264668145154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-u2UzKlpgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QvymCixSYiE/s320/Pitino.bmp" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-u1uDKlpdI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IX7Sad7ERZQ/s1600-h/Pearl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182435598948214226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-u1uDKlpdI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/IX7Sad7ERZQ/s320/Pearl.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Already decided that I am not going to go tomorrow morning. The Vol's are playing Louisville and the game does not start until 9:50 something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am very excited about this game...Pearl and Pitino...an upstart basketball mind v. an old school basketball mind...should be a great game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to get take out fajitas &lt;a href="http://www.amigorestaurantonline.com/"&gt;(from the best place in Chatta-vegas!)&lt;/a&gt; for dinner tonight...and I might even go home earl and nap...This game will last WAY past my bed time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Saturday morning I am going to be my niece Kate's "parent" on the field (which is required for the three year olds) during her first ever soccer game! Her momma is quite pregnant and her dad will be referring a football scrimmage. I am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My plan for the weekend is to do a run from home Saturday and go to a yoga/pilates hybrid class at the gym Sunday and do the elliptical! I am hoping that saying this stuff "out loud" will help me stick to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for all the support!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care,&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa-oa-oa! I feel good, I knew that I would, now&lt;br /&gt;I feel good, I knew that I would, now&lt;br /&gt;-James Brown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6611561687183290117?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6611561687183290117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6611561687183290117' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6611561687183290117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6611561687183290117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-good-so-good-i-got-you.html' title='So good, so good, I got you'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-u2UzKlpgI/AAAAAAAAA4o/QvymCixSYiE/s72-c/Pitino.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1793746266622374881</id><published>2008-03-26T09:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T11:01:12.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yeah I know that everyone gets scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have been down again lately. I think this time it is, mostly, due to the blessings of being a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been down on myself. I have not been sticking to ANY fitness routine that I pull together for myself. And at the same time I read all of the blogs about how much you all do and instead of inspiring me, I have just been beating myself up about what I am not doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the blogs I read anonymously is &lt;a href="http://www.breakingthetape.com/little-miss-runner-pants/"&gt;Little Miss Runnerpants&lt;/a&gt;. She recently did a post that I felt tapped into what I was feeling. The post is titled, &lt;a href="http://www.breakingthetape.com/little-miss-runner-pants/2008/03/how_just_how.html"&gt;how, just...How?&lt;/a&gt; She is much more accomplished than I, and my question is much more basic. I have no kids, good job(s), a supportive husband and good health...and I can not understand how you all do all that you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put it bluntly I have been feeling sorry for myself...for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on top of that I have seen pictures of myself recently that I was not totally happy with. I did not feel that i looked "fat" just not the way that I wanted to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have also been looking at other people a lot recently and wondering what they are thinking about me. Not healthy, I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/little-something-i-wrote-on-way-home.html"&gt;I thought of Dr. Gregory and the speech that he gave me two years ago about not letting my health "slip" through the years&lt;/a&gt;. I think he must be watching over me, I think he tapped me on the shoulder once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;On top of everything I KNOW that I am in a bad place. I KNOW that I can and should do more than I am! I read my older posts last night and I wondered where that person went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have allowed the excuses to creep in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am not a morning person. Ask anyone who knows me and they will tell you - don't bother me before I have had coffee and food. AND on top of that I might just be crabby until noon anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I worked at the Sports Barn I had to open, at 4am, a couple of times and I told myself I will NEVER work out this early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, this morning I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not want to get up at 5:40am, I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hair looked a mess, I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I did not have a knee brace for my left knee, I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could not find my ipod, I went anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got there and realized that I had not brought my watch or my HR monitor, I worked out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I could not believe how sloppy I looked, compared to everyone else, in my track pants and T Shirt, I worked out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People said Hi to me and I grunted out of disbelief that they were so cheerful this early in the morning, and I worked out anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transition...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other day &lt;a href="http://crewdthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bullet&lt;/a&gt; wrote a post about &lt;a href="http://crewdthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/03/that-first-10-minutes.html"&gt;That first 10 minutes&lt;/a&gt;. He talks about how difficult those first 10 minutes are for him and how, once he gets past those first 10 minutes he gets into a rhythm. Another post that I totally connect to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked for 5 minutes to warm up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I ran two minutes and I walked for three for 30 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I walked for 5 minutes to cool down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went for 2.6 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the First 10 Minutes, I felt great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I realized that a morning workout is the perfect way to get my back in the groove. There is ONE excuse at 5:40 in the morning...Don't want to get out of bed. I can get over one excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At 5:40 in the morning there are no meetings, no classes, no invites to go out to eat, no feelings of guilt for wanting to workout instead of cooking, no worries about the gym being too busy, and there is no way to be too tired from the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;AND...I feel great. I feel better than I have in a while. I feel like I can go about my day without worrying about when and if I an going to work out? I can worry about when I might fit in a nap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the truth of the matter is that I have a great husband. Scott went to the gym by himself yesterday morning and, per my request, made sure my grumpy butt was out of bed to go this morning. So, shout out to the truest support system I have:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182079765202707890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-pyFzKlpbI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Q45LQE50CNg/s320/post+race+with+S.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now...if I can just get up tomorrow morning...just kidding, I'll let you know about tomorrow too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to make our move, I'm shakin off the rust&lt;br /&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;br /&gt;-One Republic&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1793746266622374881?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1793746266622374881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1793746266622374881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1793746266622374881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1793746266622374881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/yeah-i-know-that-everyone-gets-scared.html' title='Yeah I know that everyone gets scared'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-pyFzKlpbI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Q45LQE50CNg/s72-c/post+race+with+S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8178406953513726317</id><published>2008-03-21T17:12:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T18:40:32.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>looking out. watching out when I see the future I close my eyes I can see it now</title><content type='html'>You all know how much I love pictures...so, I am sharing a few recent ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is anything I love more than pictures in general it is Koz and Scott pictures, here is the latest:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180707540331505058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WSDzKlpaI/AAAAAAAAA34/2uGcrgwbMaI/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to be fair, and because I love this picture of Koz, Scott's favorite pics (to take) are me and Koz sleeping:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRzzKlpZI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HZFkpzrQ3Kk/s1600-h/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180707265453598098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRzzKlpZI/AAAAAAAAA3w/HZFkpzrQ3Kk/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our cousin's from Salt Lake City came into town. Here we all are on &lt;a href="http://www.lookoutmountain.com/"&gt;Lookout Mountain&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRdTKlpYI/AAAAAAAAA3o/haAK11WpEMo/s1600-h/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706878906541442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRdTKlpYI/AAAAAAAAA3o/haAK11WpEMo/s320/036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin is 9, and the oldest. She and I had a lot of fun together! This picture is at &lt;a href="http://ngeorgia.com/tenn/pointpark.html"&gt;Point Park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRPzKlpXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ADd5KF9fPIE/s1600-h/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706646978307442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRPzKlpXI/AAAAAAAAA3g/ADd5KF9fPIE/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another from &lt;a href="http://ngeorgia.com/tenn/pointpark.html"&gt;Point Park&lt;/a&gt;. Love to give my Dad a hard time, because he loves to give everyone else a hard time, here he is with his new purse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRHjKlpWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/k7YMU6NGoz4/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706505244386658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WRHjKlpWI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/k7YMU6NGoz4/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A picture from the &lt;a href="http://www.ridetheincline.com/"&gt;Incline&lt;/a&gt;. Libby is looking at the camera, she is 5 and her twin brother Hank will appear soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WQ7zKlpVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sPQEH0zfIq0/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180706303380923730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WQ7zKlpVI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/sPQEH0zfIq0/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is Libby, Hank and Tommy waiting for the Incline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q1NjKlpUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JA8NcHjBfns/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180323978277135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q1NjKlpUI/AAAAAAAAA3E/JA8NcHjBfns/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture KILLS me. We followed this trailer off the Interstate! The horse had his head out of the trailer...on the Interstate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q1CTKlpTI/AAAAAAAAA28/61CgDvfKG2k/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180323785003607346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q1CTKlpTI/AAAAAAAAA28/61CgDvfKG2k/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and Diane. The parents of the Salt Lake City crew. Dave is my first cousin and, while you can not see it here, another red head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q02zKlpSI/AAAAAAAAA20/SOzpuzPnUeU/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180323587435111714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q02zKlpSI/AAAAAAAAA20/SOzpuzPnUeU/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old record player, that I played with when I was little, ended up being quite the popular toys. We all spent the evening together at my parent's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q0uTKlpRI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Ui4UNGu2R38/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180323441406223634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q0uTKlpRI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Ui4UNGu2R38/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scott and Hank. One thing that I have found out about being married without children is that when I see my husband bonding with a kid it makes my heart melt...and my mind move a little quicker towards the thought of having our own kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q0ljKlpQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/OWfFzkfHxaY/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180323291082368258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q0ljKlpQI/AAAAAAAAA2k/OWfFzkfHxaY/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.tnaqua.org/"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;...The butterfly garden:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q0RzKlpOI/AAAAAAAAA2U/0OCj58qt4zY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322951779951842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Q0RzKlpOI/AAAAAAAAA2U/0OCj58qt4zY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Qz9zKlpMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/PzuA_E4Umzk/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322608182568130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-Qz9zKlpMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/PzuA_E4Umzk/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Momma and Jimmy:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322230225446034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QznzKlpJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/XKoRI2vhWG0/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QzgzKlpII/AAAAAAAAA1k/YXrkRdpMW9A/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180322109966361730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QzgzKlpII/AAAAAAAAA1k/YXrkRdpMW9A/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QzYzKlpHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Aw8wCgN69f4/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180321972527408242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QzYzKlpHI/AAAAAAAAA1c/Aw8wCgN69f4/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QzPjKlpGI/AAAAAAAAA1U/r2hzRU4-ykk/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180321813613618274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-QzPjKlpGI/AAAAAAAAA1U/r2hzRU4-ykk/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a lot of fun today at my parent's celebrating Easter. Looking forward to having Coke Zero and chocolate for breakfast tomorrow morning!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see pictures of people, rising up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pictures of people, falling down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see pictures of people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're standing on their heads, they're ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're looking out, look out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're watching out, watch out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're looking out, look out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they're watching out, watch out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Peter Gabriel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8178406953513726317?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8178406953513726317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8178406953513726317' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8178406953513726317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8178406953513726317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/looking-out-watching-out-when-i-see.html' title='looking out. watching out when I see the future I close my eyes I can see it now'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R-WSDzKlpaI/AAAAAAAAA34/2uGcrgwbMaI/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-2216599600011943134</id><published>2008-03-17T13:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T14:29:04.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She is running to stand still</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY SAINT PATRICK'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone &lt;a href="http://www.bissell.com/redirect.asp?page_id=47118&amp;amp;Pet=126"&gt;who voted for Koz&lt;/a&gt;. He did not win...but felt well loved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178790931930382242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="126" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R97C6ge5f6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/i32R_6yAOHY/s320/IMG00015.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I will be shelling out the dough for a new vacuum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was pretty crazy busy! Lots of meetings and appointments which made the days go by quickly...which is nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was a lot of fun, our cousins from Salt Lake City came into town and we hung out with them a lot. Hope to get some pics up soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran/walked one day last week and have decided that I really need a brace for my left knee too. I am going to hit &lt;a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen &lt;/a&gt;up when she gets back in town b/c I LOVE the brace she sent me! I am planning on going out again today, with one old brace (I only have 10) and the new one. I will probably try the new one on the left knee (which only recently started hurting).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I walked four nights last week, for about an hour. I really enjoy that time together and we get a good little workout too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having trouble, once again, getting up in the mornings for yoga. I only got up once last week and neglected to get up again this morning. I need to work on getting in bed earlier b/c I am , for sure, an 8 hour girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...BUT it is March Madness time, which means that I will probably stay up as late as my body will allow watching basketball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://run-girl-run.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt; wants to do an blogland bracket pool (bragging rights being the only prize) which I think is a GREAT idea! Let her know if you are interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get on the record early with my pics. Here they are (starting in the third round):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elite 8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC v. TN&lt;br /&gt;KU v. Wisconsin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memphis v. Texas&lt;br /&gt;Texas A&amp;amp;M v. Duke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Final 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NC v. KU&lt;br /&gt;Texas v. Duke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finals&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KU v. Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Champs:&lt;/strong&gt; Rock Chalk J Hawk...K U&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so she woke up&lt;br /&gt;from where she was lying still&lt;br /&gt;Said we got to do something about where were going&lt;br /&gt;-U2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-2216599600011943134?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/2216599600011943134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=2216599600011943134' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2216599600011943134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2216599600011943134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/she-is-running-to-stand-still.html' title='She is running to stand still'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R97C6ge5f6I/AAAAAAAAA1E/i32R_6yAOHY/s72-c/IMG00015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6434058512844028935</id><published>2008-03-11T10:20:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T10:58:22.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9ajzAe5f0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/kbvr0jTJvn0/s1600-h/Molly+Charleston.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176504918407216962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9ajzAe5f0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/kbvr0jTJvn0/s320/Molly+Charleston.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a difference! I feel like a complete idiot for taking my meds wrong. Especially now that I am taking them right and feel SO much better. I have more energy and just feel RIGHT! It seem to be the ultimate irony...here I am a hypochondriac, afraid of the unknown, and MY lack of attentiveness was making me feel bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT...that is water under the bridge...onward and upward...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip to Charleston was bitter sweet. Got to spend some good quality time with Scott and Momma and Dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176505970674204498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9akwQe5f1I/AAAAAAAAA0c/mUFW8zvTLEw/s320/GO+MOCS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lots of other Moc's fans...BUT &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/ViewArticle.dbml?SPSID=88749&amp;amp;SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700&amp;amp;ATCLID=1408201"&gt;the Moc's lost&lt;/a&gt;. Despite leading most of the game they missed free throws at the end of the game and did not box out either. They played well and with heart, unfortunately, for this team, it was not enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176506769538121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9alewe5f2I/AAAAAAAAA0k/E9g-8PjQP8U/s320/GO+MOCS+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year's team should be really strong and really experienced. I am looking forward to the season already! Scott and I decided that we would leave early and not stay to watch the Lady Moc's...this would allow Scott to keep two of the days off that he planned on taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Sunday morning we watched the 1st half of the Lady Moc's Semifinal game &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/ViewArticle.dbml?SPSID=88751&amp;amp;SPID=10591&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700&amp;amp;ATCLID=1409659"&gt;(the Lady Mocs won and went on to win the tournament!)&lt;/a&gt; and then went to the &lt;a href="http://www.millshouse.com/amenities/dining.html"&gt;Mill's House&lt;/a&gt; to have brunch with Momma and Dad Man. Scott and I stopped by the &lt;a href="http://www.celebratecharleston.com/"&gt;Battery&lt;/a&gt; on the way out. I soaked up the sun while Scotty took in the sights:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176508100977983346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9amsQe5f3I/AAAAAAAAA0s/U2ZTlaPCbd0/s320/Molly+Charleston+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176508405920661378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9am-Ae5f4I/AAAAAAAAA00/hY5ufphrf24/s320/Scott+Charleston+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We got into Chattanooga too late to pick up Koz. So, I picked him up, after some meetings, Monday afternoon. I have NEVER seen that dog SO tired. He could barely keep his head up. He must have had a wild and crazy weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took advantage of the 60 degree afternoon and went on a 35 minute walk run. I am still on the 4 minute walk and 1 minute run. I have not been consistent enough, YET, to increase. I am wondering...should I reduce the walk intervals or increase the run intervals first...what do y'all think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My right knee, with &lt;a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen's&lt;/a&gt; new brace, could not have felt better. In fact my left knee was soar and I am thinking of getting a brace for that knee too. While it might LOOK funny as long as it feels good I am OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to being tired Koz came home smelling BAD! So, while he was tired we decided to give him a bath...his face will tell you how much he likes baths...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176510059483070354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9aoeQe5f5I/AAAAAAAAA08/sBqZZpj9E04/s320/Koz+BAth+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But he now smells like Pantene and was welcomed to snuggle with us in bed last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up this morning and did my yoga...felt great. I am so thankful to be in such a better mind set! Thanks for all your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can see that isn't shown.&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;It's easy.&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love, all you need is love&lt;br /&gt;-Beatles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6434058512844028935?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6434058512844028935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6434058512844028935' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6434058512844028935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6434058512844028935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/nothing-you-can-do-but-you-can-learn.html' title='Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in time'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9ajzAe5f0I/AAAAAAAAA0U/kbvr0jTJvn0/s72-c/Molly+Charleston.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5219527861093115631</id><published>2008-03-06T10:22:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T11:18:32.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU AIN`T GOT RELIGION IN YOUR FEET, YOU CAN DO THIS PRANCE AND DO IT NEAT.</title><content type='html'>I have not written about this yet...but I am trying a new medicine...Lamictal. So, I am not (supposed to be) taking my Prozac any more... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9ARPuKiwiI/AAAAAAAAAzo/s5OivgzhJf8/s1600-h/grumpy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174654933636661794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9ARPuKiwiI/AAAAAAAAAzo/s5OivgzhJf8/s320/grumpy.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in a really bad mood this week...really tired, really anxious and really (really) grumpy...and this morning I figured out why. All this week, when I thought that I was taking my previcid pills (for acid reflux) I was taking Prozac. The previcid is brown and pink and the Prozac is brown and green. I grabbed the bottle this morning to refill (what I thought was) the previcid and I was holding the Prozac. I feel like SUCH an idiot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read the side effects and sure enough...all of the side effects I have been having have are mentioned with the combination of these two meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A (small) part of me is somewhat relieved b/c I thought the Lamictal was making me like this and I was upset b/c my therapist really thought the Lamictal would be great for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to bigger and better things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9AS6uKiwkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/C1ApPBMEeqM/s1600-h/TibialisAnterior.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174656771882664514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="112" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9AS6uKiwkI/AAAAAAAAAz4/C1ApPBMEeqM/s320/TibialisAnterior.gif" width="48" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I skipped the rubber chicken dinner on Tuesday night (in fear I might growl at someone) and went to the BX and did the elliptical. Since then I have been getting cramps in my right calf and tibialis muscle. Took it easy yesterday and I really worked on it this morning b/c the cramping kept me up last night. Hoping that it will work itself out soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are heading to watch the &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/SportSelect.dbml?SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700"&gt;Mocs&lt;/a&gt; in the &lt;a href="http://www.soconsports.com/SportSelect.dbml?DB_OEM_ID=4000&amp;amp;KEY=&amp;amp;SPID=1798&amp;amp;SPSID=22064"&gt;Southern Conference&lt;/a&gt; tournament this weekend. There is no telling what our team will do...they have been very inconsistent and unpredictable this season. They have also been through a lot of injuries and adversities that I hope will help them to be a stronger tournament team. To win the conference we have to make it through &lt;a href="http://www.davidsonwildcats.com/index.asp?path=mbball"&gt;Davidson&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.davidsonwildcats.com/News/mbball/2008/3/5/MBB03062008.asp?path=mbball"&gt;Stephen Curry&lt;/a&gt;, who are ranked 25 in the country in the latest poll! Our girls are undefeated and I hope that they don't fall to the same curse the Pat's did. They SHOULD win it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really looking forward to the trip because I LOVE Charleston!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE DANCE CALLED THE CHARLESTON,&lt;br /&gt;MADE IN NORTH CAROLINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5219527861093115631?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5219527861093115631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5219527861093115631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5219527861093115631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5219527861093115631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-you-aint-got-religion-in-your-feet.html' title='IF YOU AIN`T GOT RELIGION IN YOUR FEET, YOU CAN DO THIS PRANCE AND DO IT NEAT.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R9ARPuKiwiI/AAAAAAAAAzo/s5OivgzhJf8/s72-c/grumpy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8536757965119539607</id><published>2008-03-04T10:32:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T11:17:22.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suddenly the air smells much greener now</title><content type='html'>FIRST...I must ask you all to help the Koz...he is in a contest for Bissell vacuums. The contest is for their spokes animal. I REALLY just want him to make it to the finals so that I can get a new vacuum :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vote for Koz here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bissell.com/redirect.asp?page_id=47118&amp;amp;Pet=126" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bissell.com/redirect.asp?page_id=47118&amp;amp;Pet=126&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koz says Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R81zsR7qUoI/AAAAAAAAAzg/DfkgxR7XW1c/s1600-h/koz+nose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173918751483646594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R81zsR7qUoI/AAAAAAAAAzg/DfkgxR7XW1c/s400/koz+nose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night I drug a tired Scott to &lt;a href="http://www.carrabbas.com/"&gt;Carrabba's&lt;/a&gt; with me...I was having a major &lt;a href="http://www.carrabbas.com/menu/pdf/M16.pdf"&gt;Margherita Pizza &lt;/a&gt;craving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning I headed to Atlanta with a good friend of mine. We hit &lt;a href="http://www.wholefoodsmarket.com/stores/cobb/index.html"&gt;Harry's Farmers Market&lt;/a&gt; (like Whole Foods) first. This trip was all about wine. My friend takes wine classes and we hit Harry's for their selection. She helped me pick out 6 bottles (6=10% discount!) including a couple of Spanish wines that I have never heard of. Then we hit &lt;a href="http://www.traderjoes.com/"&gt;Trader Joe's &lt;/a&gt;for a different perspective, in the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Shaw_wine"&gt;Two Buck Chuck&lt;/a&gt;. Trader Joe's is SO nice and SO inexpensive, we need one in Chattanooga - stat! We then hit a Macy's and headed home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was a crazy busy day. I went to church and then Scott and I headed to the Home Show. There are several things that need to be done to the house...first on the priority list is windows. I actually got overwhelmed there were so many window "dealers" there! (It is kind of an interesting set up in that you pay to get in...to get solicited.) We also looked into a new basement door, gutters, an electric fence for Koz and a Remodeling 101 class in April. Then we headed out to a baby shower. We played an interesting game...they melted different chocolate bars in diapers and numbered them...you have to open the diaper (you can imagine what melted chocolate resembled) and then guess what brand of bar it was! Scott actually did really well. Then we headed to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Shaw_wine"&gt;Abuelo's&lt;/a&gt; for dinner with Scott's parents and brother's family. I did not eat much, I ate at the shower, but what I ate was pretty good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was not a great day. Koz woke up with an upset stomach, he was needy and would not let me do yoga in peace and I was in a funk all day and I could not snap out of it. Scott and I went for a long, hilly walk last night and I felt good for the first time all day. &lt;a href="http://cbkingery.blogspot.com/"&gt;Colleen&lt;/a&gt; sent e a knee brace that she sells that worked really well! I am looking forward to testing it on a run! Scott cooked pork on the grill (I marinated it in pineapple lime salsa, which I thought was great) and we had a quiet evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling much better today. Did AM Yoga and Yoga for Abs this morning. Going to lunch with my Momma and sister. I have to go to a "rubber chicken dinner" for my Dad tonight...not looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye fight with my brain to believe my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it's harder than you think&lt;br /&gt;To believe this sadness&lt;br /&gt;That creeps up my spine&lt;br /&gt;And haunts me through the night&lt;br /&gt;-Paolo Nutini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8536757965119539607?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8536757965119539607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8536757965119539607' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8536757965119539607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8536757965119539607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/03/suddenly-air-smells-much-greener-now.html' title='Suddenly the air smells much greener now'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R81zsR7qUoI/AAAAAAAAAzg/DfkgxR7XW1c/s72-c/koz+nose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4247415600241333369</id><published>2008-02-28T20:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:43:54.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet</title><content type='html'>Thanks to Allez, I have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rules:&lt;a href="http://allez77.blogspot.com/"&gt;Link to the person who tagged you.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share seven random and/or weird facts about yourself on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag seven random people at the end of your post, and include links to their blogs (5 on side bar).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave a comment on their blogs so that they know they have been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 weird medical things about me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My due date was January 17th and I was born February 1st. My Mom ended up going back to work because she got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. When I was 2 I was bitten by a snapping turtle and got salmonella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In 1st grade my Mom got me out of the tub to find that I had bruises all over me. The docs first thought it was leukemia and it turned out to be an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Idiopathic"&gt;idiopathic&lt;/a&gt; blood disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In fifth grade I did not take care of a blister (new soccer cleats). The blister got infected, ate through my skin and I had to wear a cast to make sure that the blister healed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My eye teeth can in at the top of my gums (think Dracula) and I started wearing braces in sixth grade.  I wore braces for three and a half years. My bottom teeth are still crooked (probably b/c I did not wear my retainers!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. In the tenth grade I pulled the ligaments on the top of my right foot. I really did not want to stop playing, so I practiced shooting with my left foot. For the next two years I was defended for my left foot shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Three years ago Scott took me to the hospital b/c of pain in my side and a lump in my groin area. The doc was examining me and saw that I had a bandage on my side. He asked what it was and I said that I had a rash that I thought was from laundry detergent. Turned out I had shingles and the lump was a swollen lymph node that was a result of the shingles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag:&lt;br /&gt;Matt (I mean Bullet)&lt;br /&gt;Court&lt;br /&gt;Momo&lt;br /&gt;Coleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://run-girl-run.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jess&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://runninginmn.blogspot.com/"&gt;Danielle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more serious note...A girl that I looked up to when I was younger died recently from a brain tumor. &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_122779.asp"&gt;Molly Firth Hooper&lt;/a&gt; was a great person and an amazing soccer player! Her younger brother also has a brain tumor and her parents have become very active in the brain tumor society. I mention this because her family asked that donations be made to Dog Dreams team for the Brain Tumor Society’s Ride for Research, Brain Tumor Society Ride for Research. As athletes I thought that this might be something that some of you might be interested in supporting. For more information visit The Dog Dreams Team at: &lt;a href="http://www.braintumorsociety.org/site/TR?pg=team&amp;amp;fr_id=1210&amp;amp;team_id=13350"&gt;http://www.braintumorsociety.org/site/TR?pg=team&amp;amp;fr_id=1210&amp;amp;team_id=13350&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To link the two parts of this message together I remind you all that another "weird" thing about my medical history is that I have OCD. I am more obsessive and most of my obsessive thoughts include my fear of a brain aneurysm or tumor. This obsession comes from the frequent headaches I get from my TMJ. I fell like I have an angel to look to now. Molly Hooper spent years battling a REAL brain tumor. In the last three days as my obsessions have surfaced I have thought of Molly and the way that she fought this disease. I have encouraged myself to clear my mind by thanking God for my health and the day that I am living. I have also prayed that Molly's children find similar peace. Thanks for listening...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Says she talks to angels,&lt;br /&gt;They call her out by her name&lt;br /&gt;She talks to angels,&lt;br /&gt;Says they call her out by her name&lt;br /&gt;-Black Crows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4247415600241333369?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4247415600241333369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4247415600241333369' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4247415600241333369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4247415600241333369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-cross-is-someone-she-has-not-met.html' title='And the cross is someone she has not met, not yet'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1990180965174615378</id><published>2008-02-25T19:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:31:14.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All I really know for certain, babe, Is that Love Is All There Is</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Saturday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Day. Kind of had a tough weekend. A lot of anxiety and jitters. Leaves me once again with worries about what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we went to the Moc's game. It was senior night and I will really miss our seniors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part was that my brother in law and niece joined us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;saturday&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171086231949806962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R8Njh8ZIDXI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rCMtxr6tBDg/s320/MOlly_KAte_Mocs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to tell her who all the players were and make sure that she grows up with the love of the Moc's that I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to dinner after the game..trying to find a place with a TV (to watch TN kick Memphis's butt!) AND had food for Kate. We ended up at Applebees...you all are my friends so I feel I must tell you, (at least, if you are in Chattanooga) don't go to Applebees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to &lt;a href="http://www.saygrace.net/site/index.php"&gt;Grace &lt;/a&gt;Sunday morning. Enjoy this church more and more as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much exercise this weekend...in fact, a family walk was the extent of the exercise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171087842562542978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R8Nk_sZIDYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/5pRGqhCxFLw/s320/kozmo_walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(yikes, look at the junk in that trunk!) &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal day at work. Anxiety levels down a little, but still there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight Scott and I went....for a RUN/walk! We walked 4 minutes and ran for a minute. The first minute I felt a little pinch in my knee, but the next five, minute runs, felt really good! Afterwards I felt REALLY good! We were blessed with a 60 degree day here, perfect afternoon for a run. We are expecting rain and much colder weather to come...so I am guessing that it will be testing on the treadmill for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Randomness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided that giving up chocolate for lent is bad for my diet. It takes a lot more vanilla ice cream than dark chocolate to hit my sweet tooth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott and I are headed on a trip in May to the Adriatic Sea.We are going to take a cruise! I am SO excited! This will be the last trip before we "settle down". I purchased the plane tickets today...so it is real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cute Kozmo picture of the week:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171091708033109394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R8NogsZIDZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/BvxVP739E3w/s320/kozmo_up.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(we are going to the vet tomorrow...I have a feeling he is going to be put on a diet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time&lt;br /&gt;Someone comes along&lt;br /&gt;to change your mind&lt;br /&gt;You believe it's unwise&lt;br /&gt;To give in to careless dreams&lt;br /&gt;You believe it's a prize&lt;br /&gt;You'll never win&lt;br /&gt;-Sheryl Crow&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1990180965174615378?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1990180965174615378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1990180965174615378' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1990180965174615378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1990180965174615378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/all-i-really-know-for-certain-babe-is.html' title='All I really know for certain, babe, Is that Love Is All There Is'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R8Njh8ZIDXI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rCMtxr6tBDg/s72-c/MOlly_KAte_Mocs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7672605277283313072</id><published>2008-02-22T11:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:33:03.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two cups of coffee in the morning, Two days till I stop feelin' blue</title><content type='html'>Feeling 100%, yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been doing my yoga in the morning but I am still being REALLY lazy about getting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cardio&lt;/span&gt; in. If it were not for my 30 minutes out with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; I do not know if I would be getting any!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different times this week I have "explained" that the reason that I am having trouble is that I have nothing to work toward. When I had a race on the horizon I not only had a reason to get out, I felt like I had to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law has taken the step of signing up for a 5K. I was REALLY excited and I hope that his path will follow that of &lt;a href="http://crewdthoughts.blogspot.com/2008/02/best-news-of-2008-yet.html"&gt;Matt's friend&lt;/a&gt;, whose first 5K seemed to change his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother in law is signing up for &lt;a href="http://www.chickchase.org/www/info.html"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Chickamauga&lt;/span&gt; Chase&lt;/a&gt;. He asked if I wanted to do the 5K with him. My immediate response was, "&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-its-bittersweet-symphony-this.html"&gt;I can't because of my knee&lt;/a&gt;." Ever since those words came out of my mouth I have wondered, is that true? I hurt my knee training for a 10K. I now know I have a partially torn meniscus and once I found that out I stopped running cold turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I am thinking. Do I need to test this knee again? A 5K is no where near long distance and I have until April 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to work toward it!&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/3015.html"&gt; I ran my first 5K in 30 minutes &lt;/a&gt;and I know that I can do one again...even if I end up having to walk it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking that this would be a great test for me, another thing to keep me occupied (as &lt;a href="http://dare-to-tri.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;teacherwoman's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; masthead says, Running is Cheaper than Therapy.) and will truly give me a good reason to get off my but and go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to give this 24 hours to think about...I will let you know what I come up with!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169842052938599762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R7739MZIDVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/CZcNXfKQkpA/s320/riverrace2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight because the ship is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;sailin&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;br /&gt;-Josh Kelley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7672605277283313072?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7672605277283313072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7672605277283313072' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7672605277283313072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7672605277283313072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-cups-of-coffee-in-morning-two-days.html' title='Two cups of coffee in the morning, Two days till I stop feelin&apos; blue'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R7739MZIDVI/AAAAAAAAAyw/CZcNXfKQkpA/s72-c/riverrace2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-3477075499717806481</id><published>2008-02-19T11:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T11:34:41.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have some remedy</title><content type='html'>How do you get a baby blanket finished, a scarf finished, your Blogland book finishd, and loose a couple of pounds in three days? Get violently ill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have had a HORRIBLE stomach bug that put me in bed Thursday night through Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew...glad to be back in the land of the living. I would not even wish that bug on "W"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is in refernce to my illness AND the fact that The Black Crows are coming to &lt;a href="http://www.riverbendfestival.com/"&gt;Riverbend!&lt;/a&gt; Whoooo Hoooo...it has been TOO long since a band I actually like came to our festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I had some remedy&lt;br /&gt;I'd take enough to please me&lt;br /&gt;-Black Crows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-3477075499717806481?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/3477075499717806481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=3477075499717806481' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3477075499717806481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/3477075499717806481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/can-i-have-some-remedy.html' title='Can I have some remedy'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8412705721380316493</id><published>2008-02-13T14:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T15:05:20.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming along real good, But I still can’t do most of the things I should</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Doing OK ...not great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I got up and made my way, very slowly, through the 50 minute Yoga Now video. My knees were sore and I was really tierd! I slugged A LOT of coffee and made it through the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I ran a lot of errands, went and saw the head shrinker and was a super democrat. Went to a lunch meeting and a Dem Women's meeting last night. I CRASHED when I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not been happy with myself the last three evenings. I have eaten too much, had two glasses of wine (usually have one) and vegged &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/Law_&amp;amp;_Order/"&gt;in front of the TV&lt;/a&gt;. I STILL have not finished my &lt;a href="http://bloglandbookclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogland book club &lt;/a&gt;book and did not get S's Mom's scarf done in time for her birthday and I NEED to be working on my nephew's blanket for his first birthday Satuurday. I have just been tierd!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am picking myself up by the bootstraps tonight and getting to it. I am going to do yoga this afternoon and tonight I will finish the blanket and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Water-Elephants-Novel-Sara-Gruen/dp/1565124995"&gt;read my book!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my sports and political friends alike will appreciate this article. I tried to tell &lt;a href="http://www.andyberke.com/"&gt;him&lt;/a&gt; that SEC football is not laughing matter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://epaper.timesfreepress.com/Daily/skins/Chattanooga/"&gt;Berke proposal stirs Dogs fans &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hope everyone has a Happy Valentine's Day and gets to spend it with people they love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166554302718152002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="131" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R7NJw8ZIDUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/XxVtrL7cnCM/s320/vdscottandkoz.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop this crawling out of my skin&lt;br /&gt;I know that you see yourself flying &lt;br /&gt;Out of the skyComing down&lt;br /&gt;To carry me&lt;br /&gt;But I won’t come out&lt;br /&gt;-Counting Crows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8412705721380316493?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8412705721380316493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8412705721380316493' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8412705721380316493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8412705721380316493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/coming-along-real-good-but-i-still-cant.html' title='Coming along real good, But I still can’t do most of the things I should'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R7NJw8ZIDUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/XxVtrL7cnCM/s72-c/vdscottandkoz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7230470734881232418</id><published>2008-02-10T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T17:01:00.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;***MY SPELL CHECK STILL DOES NOT WORK***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was fun. My family celebrated my birthday with me. I had a really great time! We went to &lt;a href="http://www.nikossouthside.com/"&gt;Niko's Southside Grill &lt;/a&gt;which was once THE Southside Grill, the best restaurant ever, and a birthday MUST. The restaurant was purchased by Nicko about a year and a half ago. This was the first visit since the switch. While, as I said, I had a great time with the family Southside is not the same!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was also a good day. I got a lot of little things done Saturday morning in a relaxed manner and I got a nap in. Then Scott and I went to the Battlefield to get some exercise and enjoy this 60 degree day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures of our great adventure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165463707442482418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R69p38ZIDPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/awrmIRDVbb4/s320/Battlefield3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Where is Kozmo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165463960845552898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R69qGsZIDQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/mMHxYvEqE4w/s320/Battlefield+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;WOW...What a DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165464325917773074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R69qb8ZIDRI/AAAAAAAAAxw/-N5ouFgYGNo/s320/Battlefield+8.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Scott's favorite Path&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165464682400058658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R69qwsZIDSI/AAAAAAAAAx4/3GPBJbQmhMc/s320/Battlefield+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Crouching Molly Shaking Kozmo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165464970162867506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R69rBcZIDTI/AAAAAAAAAyA/0si4yBw7oMM/s320/Battlefield+11.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My Boys!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Came home and had leftovers for dinner. I made these great Rachel Ray Sun Dried chicken roll ups. &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/recipes/chicken-turkey-recipes/sun-dried-tomato-chicken-rollups/article.html"&gt;Here is the recipe!&lt;/a&gt; VERY GOOD and worth a try!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/owwww-weee-baby-you-make-me-wanna-walk.html"&gt;THE YEAR OF MOLLY UPDATE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I went to church this morning. I went alone and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.saygrace.org/site/index.php"&gt;Grace Episcopal Church&lt;/a&gt; which is about 2 minutes from our house. This is significant for two reasons:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. In the past I felt it necessary to link my spiritual path with Scott's. In other words I avoided the Episcopal church (the church I grew up in) because I knew that hw felt it was "formal". For that reason we often go to a Methodist church. I ended up making a huge sacrafice here because I was not as happy in this church, which seemed too"casual" to me! No disrespect to others...it was just not right for me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. The Methidist church that we went to had a lot of connection with Scott's family. This was comforting at first but then became difficult. Family members would often "invite" us back to "their"church. This bothered me because I felt that, if I accepted this invitation, I would be going to church for them, not for me. As our visits became further and further apart we were often greated with comments like, "WOW, what are you doing here, it is not a holiday." or "Nice of you to join us". As a side not here I do have to stress that none of this was done wit malice, instead a misguided snece of humor. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Going to the Episcopal church felt VERY good. Very warm and &lt;a href="http://www.sttimsignal.com/"&gt;very much like home&lt;/a&gt;. I left feeling a little more connected and with a resolve to return. And as an added bonus, Scott indicated that he would like to join me next week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I mark today as a significant step in the right direction of furfilling The Year of Molly!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you're gonna have to serve somebody, yes indeed&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to serve somebody&lt;br /&gt;Well, it may be the devil or it may be the Lord&lt;br /&gt;But you're gonna have to serve somebody&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Dylan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7230470734881232418?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7230470734881232418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7230470734881232418' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7230470734881232418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7230470734881232418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-may-be-heavyweight-champion-of.html' title='You may be the heavyweight champion of the world, You may be a socialite with a long string of pearls'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R69p38ZIDPI/AAAAAAAAAxg/awrmIRDVbb4/s72-c/Battlefield3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7866729295437333148</id><published>2008-02-07T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:29:39.899-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it feels good to be alive</title><content type='html'>Workouts are going well. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6sf9w3ReSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8clSAG-41fI/s1600-h/TN+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164256543659620642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6sf9w3ReSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8clSAG-41fI/s320/TN+6.JPG" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did yoga Monday, Tuesday and this morning. I did the 30 minute Yoga Now Tuesday morning and I did the 50 minute Yoga Now this morning (keeping in mind that I will not be doing cardio this evening b/c of the Moc's game). I am starting to "see" and "feel" the effects of doing this regularly which has been the little nudge I need to get my butt out of bed at 6:30 to do the yoga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday and Tuesday I went to the BX and did cardio. I enjoyed Monday, I did 30 minutes on the eliptical and then walked the track for 30 minutes. The fun part of wakling the track was that it was over the basketball court and there were Middle School basketball games going on. It was so much fun to watch. Tuesday was not as good an experince. I got thirty minutes in on the eliptical and brought my &lt;a href="http://bloglandbookclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;Blogland Book Club&lt;/a&gt; book, Water for Elephants, with me (the discussion has already started and I STILL have not finished...I am a SLOW reader!) in hopes of riding the bike and reading. Well...the bike would not work and then the treadmill would not work. I left frusterated. I should have stayed and walked the track, but I did not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the BX I have to keep in mind we pay $20 a year and the "mission" of the place is NOT focused on the cardio room. It is just SO much easier to walk across the street to the BX than to drive 15 minutes to the busy gym!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do plan on hitting the busy gym this weekend to get in some longer workouts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thinks are going well medicine free. I feel very strongly that the yoga, cardio and blogging are really helping with this process. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentined in my lasy post I have given up chocolate for lent. I have also decided to give up soda, really Coke Zero...I was probably drinking two a day. In addition I am going to be very midful during this season. Mindful of myself and my health, spirt and finding a stronger inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164258291711310130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6shjg3ReTI/AAAAAAAAAxY/BME_R_G5M8Y/s320/nov+koz+7+good.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited, waited&lt;br /&gt;I was alive and I waited for this&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right nowThere is no other place I want to be&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;Watching the world wake up from history&lt;br /&gt;-Jesus Jones&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7866729295437333148?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7866729295437333148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7866729295437333148' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7866729295437333148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7866729295437333148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-know-it-feels-good-to-be-alive.html' title='You know it feels good to be alive'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6sf9w3ReSI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/8clSAG-41fI/s72-c/TN+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4864850644550288772</id><published>2008-02-04T10:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T11:48:56.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can be sure, That it will only get better</title><content type='html'>Weekend in Review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday: &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aquarius_%28astrology%29"&gt;Happy Birthday to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up and did my Yoga Now video and then went and met Momma for the BEST blueberry pancakes in town at &lt;a href="http://www.arethas.com/"&gt;Artetha Frankenstein's!&lt;/a&gt; Worked for a little while and went to lunch with my Dad. Went home after a little more work and took a nice birthday nap. Then S and I went out to eat with his brother and sister in law at &lt;a href="http://www.pfchangs.com/"&gt;PF Chang's&lt;/a&gt;, a place I had not been. I really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of my birthday was going back into the bedroom after my shower and seeing two little boxes on the bed...my sweet husband got me a necklace and a watch! He ALWAYS surprises me when I least expect it...how can you not love that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: GO recycle MOCS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got up and hit the BiLo to get food for Super Bowl festivities and also for a new recipe I am going to try tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Scott and I proceeded to spend about three hours sorting all of the recyclables in our basement, loading them into a truck, taking them to the center and unloading them all. THAT was a workout in and of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6c5-Q3ReRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4cKcibS4TFw/s1600-h/doaks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163159239645034770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6c5-Q3ReRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4cKcibS4TFw/s320/doaks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went and "pre-gamed-it" at Chili's before &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/ViewArticle.dbml?SPSID=88749&amp;amp;SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700&amp;amp;ATCLID=1381536"&gt;The Moc's game&lt;/a&gt;. This was a BIG one against Davidson, who killed us less than two weeks ago. In the first half of the game it looked as if we were going to meet the same fate, but they came back and actually won the second half by 17...but that is pointless when you loose the first half by 24! We were all proud of their effort and glad to see that they did not quit. It also gave everyone hope that, when we play well, we can beat this powerhouse in the tournament!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday: GO GIANTS&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cooked most of the day...both my famous 8 layer Mexican dip and I also tried a new cookie recipe. I made black and white cookies with a red velvet batter from &lt;a href="http://www.rachaelraymag.com/"&gt;Rachel Ray's Every Day Magazine&lt;/a&gt;. This was my first attempt at icing (anything) and I don't think that I let the cokies set long enough before I iced and a mess insued...they tasted quite good...they did not LOOK good. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game was a lot of fun. I like the Manning's, that was my only tie to either team, so I was happy the Giant's won! Had a great time with family and ate WAY too much!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today: Got up and did Yoga for the Upper Body. Another good one. I realized tat I need to get a strap, so I am going to look for one online today. Scott did the yoga for back care on Saturday and liked that one too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to the &lt;a href="http://www.brainerdbaptist.org/www/docs/14.147/"&gt;BX&lt;/a&gt; tonight to get some cardio in. Doing the regular plus a little extra for last night plus a little extra for all the chocolate I will eat before lent starts!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I changed my profile picture again...although the last one did inspire me to grow my hair I thought I looked snooty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;(is anyone else's spell check not working?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me together&lt;br /&gt;Through the days and nights&lt;br /&gt;I don't worry 'cause&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going to be alright&lt;br /&gt;-Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4864850644550288772?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4864850644550288772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4864850644550288772' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4864850644550288772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4864850644550288772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-can-be-sure-that-it-will-only-get.html' title='You can be sure, That it will only get better'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6c5-Q3ReRI/AAAAAAAAAxI/4cKcibS4TFw/s72-c/doaks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1466777719364420337</id><published>2008-01-31T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:35:52.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The good life, let's go on a living spree</title><content type='html'>****WARNING****&lt;br /&gt;I could not get the spell check to work, please ignore any typos that you might find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing well... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly few "jitters" from stopping the meds. Sleeping a lot better which is odd and I think my stomach is FINALLY getting straightened out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday was a busy day with no workouts (as planned). I did load and unload 23 boxes of picture frames, so I do feel as though I got some strength training in :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand bells was good last night. I thought I was going to have to kill Mom b/c she was not going (she is currently obsessed with Hillary Clinton, more later) and it turned out OK b/c the choir director filled in for her and we had no one else missing so our director got to, get this, direct! Yea, no counting ladies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I got up and woke Scott up (not on purpose) and asked if he wanted to do yoga with me and we sis the Yoga Now 10 minute Morning Enigizer. I enjoyed that time with him. Then I went on to do Abs Yoga for Beginners:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161657762028026066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6HkYw3ReNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/M2hsA8rVlOU/s320/yoga_abs.gif" border="0" /&gt;GREAT video! Loved it...basic but hits every part of your abs and deeper core muscles. This one is a high reccomendation. AND I got to look at Rodney for 25 minutes...NICE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to email Rodney's website this afternoon and ask for a suggestion for a better lower body for beginners, &lt;a href="http://dare-to-tri.blogspot.com/"&gt;I'll let you know&lt;/a&gt;, what I find out! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not going to get my traditional cardio in tonight. Hopefully all the jumping around I do at the &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/SportSelect.dbml?SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700"&gt;Moc's basketball game &lt;/a&gt;tonight will count for some thing :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little bit of randomnesss:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has always been democrats and has really always backed the same canidates. This Presidential election is different. My parents are supporting Clinton, I am supporting Obama and my sister was supporting Edwards. Yesterday afternoon she sent the link to his speach in New Orleans yesterday and I think that it is worth looking at. I am very impresssed with him and hope to see his name come up as a VP or attorney general! &lt;a href="http://www.nola.com/news/index.ssf/2008/01/statement_by_john_edwards.html"&gt;The link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I am happy to report that Koz seems to be doing very well! I have him on &lt;a href="http://www.petguard.com/dog-products/canned-food/venison-rice-dinner"&gt;deer wet food&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.petguard.com/dog-products/dry-food/petguard-organics-adult-dry-dog-food"&gt;vegetarian dry food&lt;/a&gt; and I am thinking of changing him to the &lt;a href="http://www.petguard.com/dog-products/canned-food/organic-vegetarian-entr-e-vegan"&gt;vegetarian wet food&lt;/a&gt;. He is such a great dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161662705535383794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="207" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6Ho4g3RePI/AAAAAAAAAw4/5_y_-hXzBhg/s320/Pup+on+Board+III.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and imagine, the good life&lt;br /&gt;Is the good life better than the life I live&lt;br /&gt;When I thought that I was gonna go crazy&lt;br /&gt;-Kanye West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1466777719364420337?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1466777719364420337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1466777719364420337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1466777719364420337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1466777719364420337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-life-lets-go-on-living-spree.html' title='The good life, let&apos;s go on a living spree'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R6HkYw3ReNI/AAAAAAAAAwo/M2hsA8rVlOU/s72-c/yoga_abs.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1165209191423145728</id><published>2008-01-29T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T20:56:18.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another turning point A fork stuck in the road</title><content type='html'>Follow the yellow brick road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got up this morning and did yoga. I did one of he new DVD's, Lower Body Yoga for Beginners. Let me TELL you this is NO beginner workout. First of all it was led by Suzanne Deason, not my beloved Rodney and she does things that we practiced (as in literally tried) in my intermediate class. And it was off the entire time (as in the voice track did not match the poses) and it moved faster than any video I have ever worked with. I am here to say do NOT get this yoga DVD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161073186914269362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R5_QuA3ReLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a3mYl7Bhbes/s320/yoga_lower+body.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;I really want a lower body DVD....I am going to have to look for other options b/c this one is just unreasonable. REGARDLESS...I got up and struggled through this advanced DVD at 6:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Went to a cool stationary store in town and got a journal this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Turned the TV off at 9:00 last night (inspired by the fact that the State of the Union was the only thing on!) and read by &lt;a href="htthttp://bloglandbookclub.blogspot.com/p://"&gt;Blogland Book Club &lt;/a&gt;Book, Water for Elephants. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161074368030275778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R5_Ryw3ReMI/AAAAAAAAAwg/4tLWg-KO9Wo/s320/water+for+elephants.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Did OK today without taking and meds. I know that this is because I still have a lot of them in my system. Tomorrow will probably be a lot harder and I have another appointment with the &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/owwww-weee-baby-you-make-me-wanna-walk.html"&gt;counting hand bell ladies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have more steps to take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I need to figure out my cardio routine. There is NO excuse here. There is a cardio room, that I am a member of 400 yards from my house. So...here is the plan:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Monday - AM: 30 minute Yoga Now PM: BX Cardio 45 minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday - AM: Yoga for Upper Body PM: BX Cardio 45 Minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wednesday - Rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thursday - AM: Yoga for Abs PM: BX Cardio 45 Minutes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday - AM: 30 Minute Yoga Now*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saturday - Sports Barn: Cardio and weight lifting&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sunday - AM: 50 Minute Yoga Now PM: Sports Barn Cardio &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Unless or Until I find something other than the Advanced yoga for lower body.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to journal a week about the food before I make any goals or statements about what I am eating or what I am going to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time grabs you by the wrist&lt;br /&gt;Directs you where to go&lt;br /&gt;So make the best of this test&lt;br /&gt;And don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;It's not a question&lt;br /&gt;But a lesson learned in time&lt;br /&gt;-Green Day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1165209191423145728?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1165209191423145728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1165209191423145728' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1165209191423145728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1165209191423145728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/another-turning-point-fork-stuck-in.html' title='Another turning point A fork stuck in the road'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R5_QuA3ReLI/AAAAAAAAAwY/a3mYl7Bhbes/s72-c/yoga_lower+body.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7672883321428655195</id><published>2008-01-28T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:11:42.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OWWWW WEEE baby, you make me wanna walk like a camel</title><content type='html'>The straw that broke the camels back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:34 this morning, after three days of hell I decided that I was done (again).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday I went to the head shrinker. I told him that I have been grumpy lately, because I have...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Being grumpy is especially hard for Scott because I tend to hold in my grumpiness until I explode...usually on him. Prime example...we were learning a new song at hand bell practice and the ladies to my left were counting a different beat than our director who was playing on my right...I just about put my bells down and walked out...it KILLED me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and his answer was to put me on &lt;a href="http://abilify.com/abilify/channels/bipolar_content.jsp?BV_UseBVCookie=Yes&amp;amp;TC=96536&amp;amp;channelName=Bipolar%2fBP_Home&amp;amp;referrer=null"&gt;Abilify &lt;/a&gt;(in addition to the prozac). Abilify is my straw. That medicine was made by my own personal devil to torture me! I have been nauseous and constipated (I know TMI but that combo is absolutely AWFUL) as well as MORE anxious and tired, BUT I can't sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at 3:34 this morning I decided I am going cold turkey (again). I am going to become a behavioral medicine machine and follow every and any suggestion I have gotten. I got my yoga DVDs in, so it is yoga five times a week. I am going this afternoon to get a journal. I WILL blog more often and I will get my cardio in. I am also going to re-focus on eating smaller more frequent meals (to keep my blood sugar stable) and drinking more water and less wine. And I will &lt;a href="http://bloglandbookclub.blogspot.com/"&gt;read&lt;/a&gt; and write more and watch less TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soccer number was 8...so i have decided (&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Summer_of_George"&gt;with a little inspiration from George)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 is THE YEAR OF MOLLY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL be selfish&lt;br /&gt;I will LEARN how to take care of my body naturally&lt;br /&gt;I will tell people what I think WHEN I am thinking it&lt;br /&gt;I will take control of MY health&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first step is the plan...I will have it in writing, for the blog, tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in charge here, where's my Captain's wafers?&lt;br /&gt;Don't go around hungry now, the way you eat that oatmeal pie,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me just wanna die, baby,&lt;br /&gt;OWWWWYou make me wanna walk like a camel.&lt;br /&gt;OWWWW WEEE, walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlyrics.net/lyrics/S/Southern_Culture_On_The_Skids"&gt;Southern Culture On The Skids&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7672883321428655195?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7672883321428655195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7672883321428655195' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7672883321428655195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7672883321428655195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/owwww-weee-baby-you-make-me-wanna-walk.html' title='OWWWW WEEE baby, you make me wanna walk like a camel'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1587520112454606917</id><published>2008-01-24T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:52:32.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you like the way I'm thinkin' baby wink at it</title><content type='html'>Randomness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a little down. I have to tell you that Heath Ledger dying has really hit me hard. I am not quite sure why. 10 Things I Hate About you is one of those cheesy movies that I love to watch and that is my only real connection to him...other than the fact that I loved Dawson's Creek and &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20173263,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines"&gt;Michelle Williams&lt;/a&gt;. I think that a little bit I worry about the fact that &lt;a href="http://www.people.com/people/article/0,,20173475,00.html?xid=rss-topheadlines"&gt;he probably accidentally overdosed on multiple medications&lt;/a&gt; and I myself take multiple medications....any way, I am sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up Tuesday and Wednesday mornings and did a 30 minute &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Yoga-Now-3-DVD-Set/dp/B000A6CL5G"&gt;Yoga Now&lt;/a&gt; video. Had to DRAG myself out of bed. I even went to bed early. I think that I am, for the first time in 31 years, really beginning to be effected by my *ahem* cycle, and I am attributing it to that. Slept in 'till 7 this morning and enjoyed every minute...back up at 6:15 tomorrow morning. I ordered a &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Back-Care-Yoga-Rodney-Yee/dp/B000069HPZ/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=dvd&amp;amp;qid=1201190892&amp;amp;sr=1-6"&gt;Yoga for Back care &lt;/a&gt;for Scott and &lt;a href="http://rodneyyeeyogastore.com/71aa.html"&gt;another set for me that targets specific areas&lt;/a&gt; for me. I would like to do yoga four mornings a week. And yes, I am in love with &lt;a href="http://www.yeeyoga.com/"&gt;Rodney Yee&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work for cashmere. In case anyone else is also unreasonably obsessed with this fine fabric &lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/content/233/body/finalsalesplash.jhtml?_requestid=34502"&gt;J CREW&lt;/a&gt; has a VERY good cashmere sale going on as part of their Final Sale right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/SportSelect.dbml?SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700"&gt;Mocs Basketball team&lt;/a&gt; is falling apart. Our sixth man learned the same lesson I did on the soccer field...in that the first offence is never caught...the second is. He is sitting out an important game Saturday because he threw an elbow. Our backup point (was playing 3/8 of the game) has a dislocated clavicle and one of our big men has a torn ACL. They might try and rehab it and see if he can make it through the season. The team was kicking butt and taking names, but recently when 0-2 on a road swing and then started falling apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have managed to loose 5 pounds...all from eating less and moving more daily. As I have said before I want to take these changes slowly, so next week I am going to start adding cardio in the evenings to the morning yoga routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also changed my photo in hopes of inspiring my to reaching my ULTIMATE goal...growing my hair out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what I've got a short attention span&lt;br /&gt;A coke in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relax and understand&lt;br /&gt;My hip hop and flip-flops it don't stop with the light rock&lt;br /&gt;A shot to mock you kinda puts me in the tight spot&lt;br /&gt;The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha so&lt;br /&gt;I'mDeveloping a language and I'm callin' it my own&lt;br /&gt;So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;That on the other side the grass is greener&lt;br /&gt;-Jason Miraz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1587520112454606917?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1587520112454606917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1587520112454606917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1587520112454606917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1587520112454606917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/if-you-like-way-im-thinkin-baby-wink-at.html' title='If you like the way I&apos;m thinkin&apos; baby wink at it'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6136466246742578959</id><published>2008-01-07T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T21:19:47.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm gonna work it out, Cause time wont work it out</title><content type='html'>I have taken some steps towards my resolutions that I want to share with you all and at the same time further flesh out my plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Loose the 10 pounds that I found during the campaign...before St Patrick's Day:&lt;br /&gt;I turned down going out to lunch three times last week in exchange for TLC crackers, string cheese and apple sauce in my office. With the George Foreman Grill that I got for the holidays I plan to start cooking healthier dinners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Create a fitness routine that pushes my body and respects its limitations:&lt;br /&gt;Less movement on this front. Plenty of thoughts and not much action. I have had the crud...but excuses aside the only thing that really needs to happen is that I need to get my butt to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might noticed that I removed the We WILL Tri image from my page. In addition to my knee issues our bicyclist is pregnant... Maybe I will bike or swim for a team one of these days! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152923517134086082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="239" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R4LcozGIn8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/gMj3GKvldQw/s320/hall.molly.tee.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Take one day at a time:&lt;br /&gt;After the campaign I have started taking the meds regularly again and seeing my therapist. One of the things that we are talking about in therapy is pregnancy and medicine. This is where the one day at a time "thing" really comes into play. I KNOW how much better I feel on the meds, I KNOW I am OK without the meds and I KNOW that the minute I know that I am pregnant (Mom and Dad if you are reading this don't get too excited we are talking a matter of months) that I would stop the meds immediately. So, in reality I have no choice but to take one day at a time and accept the day as it is, appreciate it for what it is and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Be more organized, but not predictable:&lt;br /&gt;This one is on the back burner. I am working with Andy through the 15th and at the moment I still have too many balls in the air to think about being organized and I need to be predictable enought to know where the balls will be as they fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Create a money management strategy:&lt;br /&gt;Another one on the back burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Re-connect spiritually (again):&lt;br /&gt;Sunday at church I played hand bells. I was filling in for my sister who is having wrist problems. At communion the priest called those who were looking for healing to come to the front. I moved. I did not think about it, I just moved. I won't go into much detail only to say that within a moment, with a strangers hands on my head and words in my ears I felt safer than I have in a very long time. It is my job to take that moment and create a lifetime out of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Never forget to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152917061798240146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R4LWxDGIn5I/AAAAAAAAAvw/qWgknzKs-Ks/s320/FUN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Grow my hair out, darn it:&lt;br /&gt;'nough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got your reasons&lt;br /&gt;And me I've got mine&lt;br /&gt;But all the reasons I gave&lt;br /&gt;Were just lies to buy myself some time&lt;br /&gt;-Arcade Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6136466246742578959?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6136466246742578959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6136466246742578959' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6136466246742578959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6136466246742578959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-gonna-work-it-out-cause-time-wont.html' title='I&apos;m gonna work it out, Cause time wont work it out'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R4LcozGIn8I/AAAAAAAAAwI/gMj3GKvldQw/s72-c/hall.molly.tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7813570806507490466</id><published>2008-01-02T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T12:49:21.289-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Girl Wants, What a Girl Needs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R3vOVzGIn4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/wDfRmXVgEJM/s1600-h/leaves.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150937472716808066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R3vOVzGIn4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/wDfRmXVgEJM/s320/leaves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 2008 I would like to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loose the 10 pounds that I found during the campaign...before St Patrick's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Create a fitness routine that pushes my body and respects its limitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take one day at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be more organized, but not predictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Create a money management strategy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Re-connect spiritually (again).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never forget to have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow  my hair out, darn it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, oh I'm thanking you for being there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a girl wants&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a girl needs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever keeps me in your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever keeps me in your arms is what I need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Christina Aguilera &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7813570806507490466?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7813570806507490466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7813570806507490466' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7813570806507490466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7813570806507490466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-girl-wants-what-girl-needs.html' title='What a Girl Wants, What a Girl Needs'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R3vOVzGIn4I/AAAAAAAAAvo/wDfRmXVgEJM/s72-c/leaves.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4059576415889548361</id><published>2007-12-12T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:21:58.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take all of your so called problems Better put them in quotations</title><content type='html'>Bits and Pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Thought you all would like to see a picture of the folks I spent my &lt;a href="http://www.andyberke.com/"&gt;blog-free days&lt;/a&gt; (and campaign filled days) with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143264909157273426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CML0gND1I/AAAAAAAAAu4/uL0_qqyWWGo/s320/group2+en.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-And the campaign mascot:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143267636461506434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2COqkgND4I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/-LStSZTsUas/s320/berke+koz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/SportSelect.dbml?SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700"&gt;Mocs&lt;/a&gt; had an exciting basketball game Saturday night. We played &lt;a href="http://www.utsports.com/basketball/default.aspx?id=84"&gt;UTK&lt;/a&gt;. The Mocs played well, &lt;a href="http://www.gomocs.com/ViewArticle.dbml?SPSID=88749&amp;amp;SPID=10590&amp;amp;DB_OEM_ID=17700&amp;amp;ATCLID=1346251"&gt;but lost in the end&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143265471797989218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CMskgND2I/AAAAAAAAAvA/3qIAwRRgTp8/s320/ms+at+ut+utk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;-Scott and I put our tree up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CLYkgNDxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Y98MTm24w2I/s1600-h/tree+dark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143264028688977682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CLYkgNDxI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Y98MTm24w2I/s320/tree+dark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CLjUgNDyI/AAAAAAAAAug/YO2MeW8BdzE/s1600-h/family+tree+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143264213372571426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="228" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CLjUgNDyI/AAAAAAAAAug/YO2MeW8BdzE/s320/family+tree+3.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CLjUgNDyI/AAAAAAAAAug/YO2MeW8BdzE/s1600-h/family+tree+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My Momma surprised my Dad with a new puppy for his birthday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CPU0gND6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/dVxRaNhOq-E/s1600-h/roxy+10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143268362310979490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CPU0gND6I/AAAAAAAAAvg/dVxRaNhOq-E/s320/roxy+10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CLjUgNDyI/AAAAAAAAAug/YO2MeW8BdzE/s1600-h/family+tree+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CPMUgND5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7pvt2ljYMPQ/s1600-h/roxy+9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143268216282091410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CPMUgND5I/AAAAAAAAAvY/7pvt2ljYMPQ/s320/roxy+9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have been doing OK (I would give myself a C) getting up and doing my yoga. It is much easier to get up and do something you HAVE to do as opposed to getting up to do something you NEED to do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have been eating much better, much slower and much more consciously! I definitely feel better when I eat better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I have started taking my Prozac again. I did a lot of thinking and re-thinking this weekend. I am very caught up in the future and what taking Prozac now will mean for my future. I finally came to the decision that if I do not enjoy today than the future is not much good to me. For those of you who have been reading my blog for a while you know that this is an ongoing conversation I have with myself as I go on and off this drug...rationalizing why each time. I guess that is my journey for now and as long as I continue to keep my thought process open and fluid I can walk with my head held high. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Let's digress...skin care...I need help. My skin has gotten SO sensitive that anything I put on it STINGS...I started to put on some heavier moisture creams and now I am breaking out! Any ideas out there?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for giving in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have no fear for getting older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You better know that in the end its better to say to much &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Than to never to say what you need to say again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even if your hands are shaking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And your faith is broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as the eyes are closing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do it with a heart wide open&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say what you need to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4059576415889548361?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4059576415889548361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4059576415889548361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4059576415889548361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4059576415889548361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/12/take-all-of-your-so-called-problems.html' title='Take all of your so called problems Better put them in quotations'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R2CML0gND1I/AAAAAAAAAu4/uL0_qqyWWGo/s72-c/group2+en.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5453967290699788603</id><published>2007-12-07T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T13:15:48.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a New York Minute Everything can change</title><content type='html'>NEW YORK PICTURE (highlights)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We used this one for our Christmas card...It is inside&lt;a href="http://christmas.radiocity.com/"&gt; Radio City Music Hall after The Christmas Show... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141253129295957586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lme0gNDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PWYc5mEX4dw/s320/card.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Christmas Show was the only show we saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141255036261437026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1loN0gNDmI/AAAAAAAAAtA/2wZnX2uDY5I/s320/Strikers.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Do you recognize this place...think BIG salad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141255543067577970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lorUgNDnI/AAAAAAAAAtI/aHmTlxeO4ks/s320/Seinfeld.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, this is the outside of &lt;a href="http://home.earthlink.net/~asena/monks.html"&gt;Monk's Diner from Seinfeld&lt;/a&gt;. We had lunch there one day and it was pretty good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our hotel, &lt;a href="http://www.novotel.com/novotel/index.html"&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Novotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, at 52 and Broadway...great location good hotel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141256436420775554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lpfUgNDoI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/xSeIfRFGaA0/s320/Novotel.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We had A LOT of great food, my favorite dinner was:&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141256865917505170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lp4UgNDpI/AAAAAAAAAtY/7SiPPAVsV0g/s320/Carmine%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Funny story...We gt so much food at &lt;a href="http://www.carminesnyc.com/"&gt;Carmine's&lt;/a&gt; and it was so good we decided to take it back to the hotel and put it in the mini bar. So, we look the drinks out and stored the food. We ate it right before we caught our flight out of town (it was almost as good two days later cold!). We went to check out and the guy at the desk said that he had a charge for 9 drinks out of the mini bar. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Apparently&lt;/span&gt; there is a sensor on the mini bar and when we took the drinks out to store the food it recorded them as purchased...we quickly explained and the hotel staff was very nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can you tell, from this picture, where else we went...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141260714208202402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1ltYUgNDqI/AAAAAAAAAtg/1GMeAYhc1D0/s320/liberyt+arm.jpg" border="0" /&gt; ...to see Lady Liberty&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141261229604277938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lt2UgNDrI/AAAAAAAAAto/FRZyzbOEWFk/s320/statue.JPG" border="0" /&gt; In honor of my &lt;a href="http://www.pubmedcentral.nih.gov/picrender.fcgi?artid=1543719&amp;amp;blobtype=pdf"&gt;Grandfather&lt;/a&gt; Scott had a&lt;a href="http://www.drinkalizer.com/drinks/manhattan.php"&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (rocks, not up) in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/span&gt; at&lt;a href="http://www.gallaghersnysteakhouse.com/"&gt; Gallagher's&lt;/a&gt;, which was next to our hotel&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141262453669957314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lu9kgNDsI/AAAAAAAAAtw/cKFR4nHPW5Y/s320/M+in+M.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our final stop was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141264446534782674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lwxkgNDtI/AAAAAAAAAt4/iRPms-iXAMw/s320/M+and+M.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Rockefeller Center to see my man &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3032633/"&gt;Matt.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, my favorite picture of the trip Scott took out the window of the plane as we left the city:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141266894666141410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lzAEgNDuI/AAAAAAAAAuA/kuu-0Ux24_Q/s320/plane.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We are lucky ducks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pulled my coat around my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And took a walk down through the park &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The leaves were falling around me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Eagles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141268810221555442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1l0vkgNDvI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Wth3S_So-4g/s320/leaves.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5453967290699788603?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5453967290699788603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5453967290699788603' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5453967290699788603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5453967290699788603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-new-york-minute-everything-can.html' title='In a New York Minute Everything can change'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1lme0gNDlI/AAAAAAAAAs4/PWYc5mEX4dw/s72-c/card.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1535801130198504869</id><published>2007-12-03T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T11:57:27.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought, "hey, I can leave, I can leave." Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, 'cause I missed you.</title><content type='html'>We had a quite weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to watch the &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_117948.asp"&gt;Moc's basketball team win &lt;/a&gt;Saturday night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139784040027328034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1QuWkgNDiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AYXTGiU64dc/s320/steph.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night, in our effort to eat better, Scott and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.greenlifegrocery.com/retailer/store_templates/ret_about_us.asp?storeID=7JQJSEQX5CS92J2000AKHMCCQJJ46TA3"&gt;Greenlife&lt;/a&gt;. It is a cool natural foods grocery store in town that just relocated to a bigger building. They now provide eat in service including soup, salad, sandwiches and brick oven pizzas! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise I did the usual weekend catching up kinda things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did keep my parents dog Percy. He is HUGE and a lot of fun for Kozmo. He got a deep cut in the pad of his paw that had to be stapled together so Mom did not want to send him to the usual dog sitter. We were glad to have him...as was Koz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139778800167226818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1QplkgNDcI/AAAAAAAAAr0/Foi0mNfxkPU/s320/cat+what+cat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139778993440755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1Qpw0gNDdI/AAAAAAAAAr8/8jzJ_GeYxaI/s320/cat+what+cat+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139779349923040754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1QqFkgNDfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/QFJLTEuBkPQ/s320/puppies+at+rest+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you might recall, Scott left his camera on the plane on our last trip. He is fond of taking areal shots. These are the first new shots I have posted in a while...we had reverted back to the film world. We got a new camera for our Thanksgiving trip and lots of good pics in PA and NYC which I plan to post soon...I am still sorting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not make any head way on my fitness program, except to come up with a plan. I got used to getting up early while working on the campaign and I am going to use that to my advantage. I plan on getting up every morning and doing this 30 minute yoga DVD:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139781149514337794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1QruUgNDgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DQwYT8RNxJ4/s320/yoga+dvd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My body is SO out of the habit of doing anything, other than sitting in a chair, that I think that this will be a good starting point, especially since this routine is heavy on the core work. My plan is to stick with this until the end of the year, hoping that I will be much more flexible and strong, and then come up with a fitness plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us hover when we weep for the other who was&lt;br /&gt;dying since the day they were born.&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, this is not that;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown.&lt;br /&gt;Lisa Loeb&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1535801130198504869?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1535801130198504869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1535801130198504869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1535801130198504869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1535801130198504869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-thought-hey-i-can-leave-i-can-leave.html' title='I thought, &quot;hey, I can leave, I can leave.&quot; Oh, but now I know that I was wrong, &apos;cause I missed you.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R1QuWkgNDiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/AYXTGiU64dc/s72-c/steph.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-313862978551151699</id><published>2007-11-29T20:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:04:29.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I'm running down the road tryin to loosen my load</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R09jLef0fnI/AAAAAAAAArc/DPZ3ySk93yc/s1600-h/Berke+8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138434748669263474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R09jLef0fnI/AAAAAAAAArc/DPZ3ySk93yc/s320/Berke+8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.timesfreepress.com/absolutenm/templates/plain.aspx?articleid=25685&amp;amp;zoneid=191"&gt;Now What?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...for the time being I am going to keep working for &lt;a href="http://www.andyberke.com/"&gt;Andy&lt;/a&gt;. Much more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;reasonable&lt;/span&gt; hours (the campaign had me working 8-8) and much less stress. I will probably go back to my &lt;a href="http://www.hallassoc.net/"&gt;regular job&lt;/a&gt; (which I took a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sabbatical&lt;/span&gt; from) at the beginning of the year, but there are some other options floating out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S and I went to PA for Thanksgiving and then on to NYC to reconnect, relax and have some fun. We had a GREAT time! Ate a lot, walked a lot and enjoyed the time together! I will post some pics soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say that my 10K body has gone to pot. The scale shows a 7 pound weight gain but I know that is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt; because I have lost a lot of muscle. The loose size eight has been replaced by a comfortable size 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee did not hold up very well during the campaign and I am thinking that my running days are over. I am just not up to a 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; knee surgery...the third on my right knee. I have a plan in mind...I hope to become a spinning goddess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that really became evident is that a busy Molly is a sane Molly. I realized the power of keeping my mind busy makes it hard to worry too much. I am currently med free (again) and very proud of the progress that I have made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138440207572696722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R09oJOf0fpI/AAAAAAAAArs/TUtlbmsB9XY/s320/Kozmo+Window.JPG" width="121" border="0" /&gt;For all of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; lovers out there...he is doing SO well. We are now tapering the steroids and he should be off of them by the end of January. He had a great time being the campaign mascot and had as much fun as I did. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lighten up while you still can&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; even try to understand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just find a place to make your stand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And take it easy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Eagles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-313862978551151699?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/313862978551151699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=313862978551151699' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/313862978551151699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/313862978551151699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/11/well-im-running-down-road-tryin-to.html' title='Well, I&apos;m running down the road tryin to loosen my load'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R09jLef0fnI/AAAAAAAAArc/DPZ3ySk93yc/s72-c/Berke+8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5915365911284721098</id><published>2007-11-18T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T21:44:00.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are y'all ready, cause the plans in the jam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R0D4Euf0fmI/AAAAAAAAArU/0IgqplyySk0/s1600-h/behind+the+camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134376335287025250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R0D4Euf0fmI/AAAAAAAAArU/0IgqplyySk0/s320/behind+the+camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesfreepress.com/absolutenm/templates/local-video.aspx?articleid=25334&amp;amp;zoneid=175"&gt;&lt;span &gt;http://www.timesfreepress.com/absolutenm/templates/local-video.aspx?articleid=25334&amp;amp;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;zoneid&lt;/span&gt;=175&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;Senate District 10&lt;br /&gt;Total Number of Precincts 72&lt;br /&gt;Precincts Reporting 72&lt;br /&gt;100.0 %&lt;br /&gt;Total Votes 12722&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Andy Berke 8021 63.05%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Oscar Brock 4681 36.79%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Take Care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span &gt;Molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;And you thought the beat slowed down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Power to the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Get on up, get into it, get involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Feel the bass as the cut revolves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;-Public Enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5915365911284721098?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5915365911284721098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5915365911284721098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5915365911284721098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5915365911284721098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/11/are-yall-ready-cause-plans-in-jam.html' title='Are y&apos;all ready, cause the plans in the jam'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/R0D4Euf0fmI/AAAAAAAAArU/0IgqplyySk0/s72-c/behind+the+camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7678450333423258191</id><published>2007-10-06T16:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T16:42:41.951-05:00</updated><title type='text'>www.andyberke.com</title><content type='html'>Well I have truly fallen behind this time.&lt;br /&gt;NOt only have I been neglecting my blog I have not caught up with all you! Been a GOOD busy time!&lt;br /&gt;I have the day off tomorrow and plan on catching up with you and catching you up with me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care everyone!&lt;br /&gt;mhc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7678450333423258191?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7678450333423258191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7678450333423258191' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7678450333423258191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7678450333423258191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/10/wwwandyberkecom.html' title='www.andyberke.com'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8683762199941729849</id><published>2007-09-17T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T17:38:19.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feathers hit the ground before the weight can leave the air</title><content type='html'>Did I tell you I cut all my hair off again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111297684918582594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ru76KeLZPUI/AAAAAAAAAq0/y76jUWqveGc/s320/Tommy_G_is_3_years_old_molly+and+tommy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and today is Tommy's 3rd Birthday!!! Happy Birthday buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had a nice relaxing time yesterday at his party with the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt;' (minus Scott who has the crud) including little Jimmy....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111298187429756242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ru76nuLZPVI/AAAAAAAAAq8/MEFCGVqD2uo/s320/Tommy_G_is_3_years_old_006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/02/cause-if-i-had-some-remedy-id-take.html"&gt;who I blogged about being born!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; is doing great! His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; are being tapered and he is a little more like "himself" every day. I know that his tummy troubles are a lot better and that makes me happy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111300665625886050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ru783-LZPWI/AAAAAAAAArE/terriGQBiSA/s320/koznose+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fall has almost hit the air here in TN. Makes me want to get my knitting needles out again. I am ready for a hobby that I can leave and come back too. My poor garden has really suffered from my long hours at work and two weeks of hot temps and no rain. I literally drug six pots of "burnt" plants away from the house yesterday! It made me realize that gardening can not simply be something that you love to do - you also HAVE to have the time to do it! Knitting I can love it AND leave it, a true hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The new post at work requires Saturday work which really bummed me out b/c I would miss a lot of Vols football, but my team ain't looking too good! I still think the TN v. GA game will be good, b/c we both SUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally i have yet another question for you. I am afraid that hours upon hours of working might have fried my brain. I was doing some online window shopping and saw this...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111303414404955506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ru7_X-LZPXI/AAAAAAAAArM/8kl4Kz_PkwM/s320/jcrew.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;an argyle sweater vest and (gasp) I LIKE IT! It is one of the only "winter" pieces J Crew has put on sale, but I'm liking it. Y'all tell me...am I loosing it or could this be cute (Matt your opinion means the most!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me (what is it up in the air for) (it's gonna fall)&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me (if it's there for long) (it's gonna fall)&lt;br /&gt;Fall on me (it's over it's over me) (it's gonna fall)&lt;br /&gt;(REM)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8683762199941729849?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8683762199941729849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8683762199941729849' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8683762199941729849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8683762199941729849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/09/feathers-hit-ground-before-weight-can.html' title='Feathers hit the ground before the weight can leave the air'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ru76KeLZPUI/AAAAAAAAAq0/y76jUWqveGc/s72-c/Tommy_G_is_3_years_old_molly+and+tommy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-834472029774965955</id><published>2007-09-02T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T19:12:06.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you with me so far?</title><content type='html'>Before the long overdue Molly update I want to congratulate Iron Pol, Court and Steven on being IRON! I am so proud of all of you and I really enjoyed reading all of your race reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going 100 miles an hour right now. I have been working really hard and really enjoying it. I am not working out like I would like to be. Still living vicariously through all of you and your work outs. I got a physical on Thursday an I have put on 5 lbs, that will be the motivation that I need to get going! My anxiety level has not been level. A lot of that has to do with my schedule being unpredictable and so busy and stressful, leading to moments of doubt and anxiety. On a positive note I have "learned" to power through those moments and move on through the day without letting the anxiety paralyze me for any length of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my physical my doc gave me the name of a orthopedist in town that he really likes and I will probably go see him at the end of the year. My knee does not bother my continuously but at least once a week I will get up from a chair or be going up stairs and feel a sharp pinch on the inside of my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Koz is doing well, his intestinal issues are really clearing up! However, the steroids that he is taking to help his condition have changed his personality some. He is much more food oriented and has become whiny when he does not get what he wants. He is also a lot more low key, he has not wanted to play in the yard and when he sees Percy he does not seem up to their normal romping.  As you all know he has always come to work with me, and he still does. He adjusted well to the new office in the beginning, but recently he has been barking a lot, which I do not like! But, we are close to another dose reduction in the steroids so I am hoping that he will adjust once that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a while a go I was tagged by Andra and will share eight random things about me with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. One of my worst days at work ever happened when I was working at the TN Aquarium as the Preschool educator and doing an outreach program at a Preschool. The snake would travel in a pillowcase. I opened the bag and was confronted with snake poop, which is one of the smelliest things in the world. I had to leave and collect myself because the smell hid the gag reflex hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Without thought I will eat something I love until I make myself sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have had two knee surgeries, but my most painful injury was a badly sprained ankle. I was jumping around excited because TN beat Florida (the National Championship year) and rolled my ankle. I was in a boot for two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I really want a new washer and dryer. A red set from Kenmore that is front loading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I will watch episodes of Law and Order that I have already seen...over and over and see something new every time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am going crazy waiting for my new quilt to get in. I have gotten the sheets and a pillow cover with the quilt fabric, but the quilt is still about 20 days away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I am too excited about Dancing with the Stars starting soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I really miss blogging daily. Even more I really miss having the time to read every one's blogs every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK I tag:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny&lt;br /&gt;Randy&lt;br /&gt;Allez&lt;br /&gt;Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life in the fast lane&lt;br /&gt;Surely make you lose your mind&lt;br /&gt;Life in the fast lane (Eagles)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-834472029774965955?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/834472029774965955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=834472029774965955' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/834472029774965955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/834472029774965955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/09/are-you-with-me-so-far.html' title='Are you with me so far?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4004253034397652754</id><published>2007-08-22T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T19:56:10.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta roll, cant stand still</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are: 70% Dog, 30% Cat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/animal-4.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and dogs definitely have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're both goofy, happy, and content with the small things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you're definitely not as needy as the average dog. You need your down time occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoumorecatordogquiz/"&gt;Are You More Cat or Dog?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a flame in my heart, cant get my fill,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eyes that shine burning red,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dreams of you all thru my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Led Zeppelin)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4004253034397652754?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4004253034397652754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4004253034397652754' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4004253034397652754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4004253034397652754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-gotta-roll-cant-stand-still.html' title='I gotta roll, cant stand still'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6701621221368790376</id><published>2007-08-15T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:50:38.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here comes the Hotstepper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsObP_jngEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Svwl3iLhVYw/s1600-h/koz+monday.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099089902174699586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsObP_jngEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Svwl3iLhVYw/s320/koz+monday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; update:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the baby was doing really well until yesterday. Ironically enough he went in for his check-up yesterday doing great. He got a good report and they tapered some of his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. Well, he got home with Scott and threw up. He seemed fine the rest of the night and then...this morning I woke up at 6:15 to the smell of poop. I thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; had farted and I started to roll over and the smell got stronger, then I felt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; bumping into my legs. He was "scooting" (for those of you who have dogs, you know what I mean, for others think of the dog on the Stanley Steamer Commercial) and leaking poop all over my blanket (more on this later). Needless to say I took him to the vet and dropped him off at the vet to get checked again by his specialist. He had a stool sample and they found two parasite eggs...YUCK!!! So, more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK, so the blanket that got "scooted" was our back-up blanket because Monday night Scott laid on a pen and get ink stains all over our quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099085899265179586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOXm_jnf8I/AAAAAAAAAps/BJxpvYrgfWM/s320/quilt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, now our quilt and our back-up blanket are both (probably) ruined. I can find some humor in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; fact that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Koz's&lt;/span&gt; incident was the second blanket incident AND I have been thinking about getting a new quilt.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, you all were so much fun with the shirt selection;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;By the way this one went back because it fit weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099086663769358290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOYTfjnf9I/AAAAAAAAAp0/8BfnHPnxWVk/s320/br5.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have worn both of these and love 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOYwvjnf-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/xziwipeR4e0/s1600-h/br2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099087166280531938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOYwvjnf-I/AAAAAAAAAp8/xziwipeR4e0/s320/br2.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOZI_jngAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/odA-EPgPJlU/s1600-h/br4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099087582892359682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" height="163" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOZI_jngAI/AAAAAAAAAqM/odA-EPgPJlU/s320/br4.jpg" width="123" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I decided to ask for your help picking out a new bedding set. Here are the options:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOaBfjngBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/KJDFnNbcL2E/s1600-h/quilt+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088553554968594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="134" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOaBfjngBI/AAAAAAAAAqU/KJDFnNbcL2E/s320/quilt+1.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOaWvjngDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VkhRRV0wOSY/s1600-h/quilt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088918627188786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="131" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOaWvjngDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VkhRRV0wOSY/s320/quilt+3.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099088733943595042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="128" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOaL_jngCI/AAAAAAAAAqc/x-eTcluCF10/s320/quilt+2.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsOaWvjngDI/AAAAAAAAAqk/VkhRRV0wOSY/s1600-h/quilt+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like #1 the best (in the far left pic, it is the middle of the three, the purple and green) ...BUT it is on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;back order&lt;/span&gt;, so I have to wait, which I don't like! Our room is a light green and would go well with any of these options. So, let me know what you like, what you think and what you don't like! &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Molly Update:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am doing better. Adjusting to the hours and the work. I think the long and the short of it is I think my body is adjusting to less sleep! Being busy has really seemed to spell my anxiety, I simply don;t have time for it or I am too &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; to deal with it. Still not exercising enough...unless running around at work all day counts. I feel like I miss you all, I wish I had more time to post, comment and read. Know that I am thinking about you, especially Court and Iron Pol as you head to Louisville!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the lyrical gangster&lt;br /&gt;I'm a live in-a me danger&lt;br /&gt;Still love you like that&lt;br /&gt;Hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;... (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Kamoze&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ini&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6701621221368790376?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6701621221368790376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6701621221368790376' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6701621221368790376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6701621221368790376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/08/here-comes-hotstepper.html' title='Here comes the Hotstepper'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RsObP_jngEI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Svwl3iLhVYw/s72-c/koz+monday.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-801618122426416500</id><published>2007-08-11T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T11:43:25.032-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive, but I'm sinking in</title><content type='html'>I am not sure what to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working eating and sleeping and struggling to keep my plants alive and food in the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koz is doing well. His meds make him very tired and make him have to pee a lot. I hope that we will be going to the vet next week to taper back some of the meds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am still working and doing laundry. Hope to spend some time with Scott's family tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to be so boring...I have been living my exercise life vicariously through you all lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go outside&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared I might not make it home. (Counting Crows)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-801618122426416500?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/801618122426416500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=801618122426416500' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/801618122426416500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/801618122426416500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-alive-but-im-sinking-in.html' title='I&apos;m alive, but I&apos;m sinking in'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7639992194619779367</id><published>2007-08-05T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T21:37:01.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You think posin' Will save the day</title><content type='html'>The first step has been taken. It was not a giant leap and it was not really a step at all, more of a pose...It was a yoga class. And it was the first thing that I have done since seeing the knee doctor. It was a great class and my knee was fine. I was really tired going into the class but felt much better once it was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095408708326375010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraHOT05vmI/AAAAAAAAApc/ex1YM3A5WIE/s320/yoga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday and Friday were crazy days...8 to 8 days to be exact. The kind of days when you come home and try to decide it you should eat anything before you fall into bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraF_z05vlI/AAAAAAAAApU/67-gRYcGiec/s1600-h/market+street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095407359706644050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="145" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraF_z05vlI/AAAAAAAAApU/67-gRYcGiec/s320/market+street.jpg" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday morning I got up for and 8:30 meeting and after the meeting walked to my yoga class. Our city is celebrating the re-opening of a major&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraFTz05viI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qFJYBRSEU9s/s1600-h/m_margheritapizza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406603792399906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="113" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraFTz05viI/AAAAAAAAAo8/qFJYBRSEU9s/s320/m_margheritapizza.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; bridge which has been closed for a year for repairs (all the complaining we all did over the last year was really put into perspective with the bridge collapse this week) and I walked through the heart of the festivities. Saturday afternoon was spent napping and trying to save my poor garden that was terrible neglected (somehow watering did not make it to the sleeping or eating level of importance). Scott and I went to Carrabba's Saturday night which was quite wonderful! There is not much that beats a Carrabba's Margarita pizza and a glass of red wine, in my book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406895850176050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="127" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraFkz05vjI/AAAAAAAAApE/shQxDoChhOM/s320/175-7576_IMG.JPG" width="164" border="0" /&gt;Koz is doing well. he is on all new meds in an attempt to try and get rid of all the infection and inflammation. He is on prednizone, which makes him drink a lot of water and therefore pee a lot. He had peed on the mat by the back door when we got home from dinner. I felt so sorry for him because he knew he had done something he was not supposed to do and instead of happily greeting us when we got home he ran to his bed and gave us sad eyes. Otherwise he is doing really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraFBz05vhI/AAAAAAAAAo0/qYDdns14SVI/s1600-h/sofft.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095406294554754578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="89" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraFBz05vhI/AAAAAAAAAo0/qYDdns14SVI/s320/sofft.jpg" width="89" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Scott and I hit the mall. I got some black heels that I needed for a new suit that I got at Banana, along with my new shirts. I went with these Sofft shoes, which can't be beat for all day wear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we went to Fran and Kit's house to celebrate the 40th wedding anniversary of Scott's parents! Scott and I are really lucky that we both have parents who have stuck together through thick and thin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I am thinking that a new plan is in order. I am thinking that I am going to get some yoga DVDs and do them in the morning...that class really energized me and I am hoping that I will find a DVD that will do the same (ideas anyone?). The next stop of the plan is to make sure that I get home before 7:00 three days a week and get my cardio in. I have not been sleeping all that well and I really think that not doing cardio has a lot to do with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to plenty of time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no rush&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it was your dream to be like us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're in dreamland so you don't care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as you wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm standing there (N.E.R.D.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7639992194619779367?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7639992194619779367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7639992194619779367' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7639992194619779367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7639992194619779367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/08/you-think-posin-will-save-day.html' title='You think posin&apos; Will save the day'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RraHOT05vmI/AAAAAAAAApc/ex1YM3A5WIE/s72-c/yoga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8174621070633659430</id><published>2007-08-01T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T20:44:58.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party-peoplllllllllllle!</title><content type='html'>FUN...I have never been tagged before! Thanks &lt;a href="http://billanders.wordpress.com/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jobs I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; held-&lt;br /&gt;waitress at the pool grill at the &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogagcc.org/Club/Scripts/Home/home.asp"&gt;golf and country club&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jcrew.com/home.jhtml;jsessionid=SJTBUGE2C5C5ACTFEEGRXCQKMUQQ2GUG?_requestid=132271"&gt;J Crew Outlet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Treasure Cache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tnaqua.org/KidsTeachers/Preschool.asp"&gt;Preschool Educator at the Tennessee Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;barista&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.bluffviewartdistrict.com/index.php"&gt;Rembrandt's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bluffviewartdistrict.com/index.php"&gt;Coached Guys High School Soccer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ppsoandp.com/index.htm"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Orthotics&lt;/span&gt; Assistant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hallassoc.net/index.htm"&gt;Office Manager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.andyberke.com/"&gt;Campaign Manager&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies I Can Watch Over &amp;amp; Over-&lt;br /&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;br /&gt;Legally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Blond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladiator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shawshank&lt;/span&gt; Redemption&lt;br /&gt;Ferris &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bueler's&lt;/span&gt; Day Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Guilty Pleasures-&lt;br /&gt;dark chocolate&lt;br /&gt;wine&lt;br /&gt;pasta&lt;br /&gt;fashion magazines&lt;br /&gt;napping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;Chattanooga, TN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bangkok&lt;/span&gt; Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Tono&lt;/span&gt; Japan&lt;br /&gt;Lexington Kentucky (1 semester at &lt;a href="http://www.transy.edu/"&gt;Transylvania University&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shows I Enjoy-&lt;br /&gt;The Today Show&lt;br /&gt;Family Feud&lt;br /&gt;E News Daily (should probably be on the guilty pleasures list)&lt;br /&gt;LOST&lt;br /&gt;ALL Law and Order Shows&lt;br /&gt;(used to watch) Gilmore Girls&lt;br /&gt;What Not to Wear&lt;br /&gt;Clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Sweep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;House Hunters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Places I have Been on Vacation-&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Austria&lt;br /&gt;Germany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Prague&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Turks&lt;br /&gt;I am a lucky girl and I love to travel...this list will get too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Foods-&lt;br /&gt;Margarita Pizza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Caprese&lt;/span&gt; Salad&lt;br /&gt;Big Bowl of Pasta&lt;br /&gt;Fajitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites I visit Daily-&lt;br /&gt;The Get Along Gang (check the right side of the page)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Chattanooogan&lt;/span&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://trent.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pink is the New Blog&lt;/a&gt; (another guilty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;pleasure&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body Parts I have injured-&lt;br /&gt;Knees (over and over and over)&lt;br /&gt;ankle&lt;br /&gt;jaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awards You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; Won-&lt;br /&gt;Sports awards in high school&lt;br /&gt;Guy's Soccer City Coach of the Year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicknames you’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been called-&lt;br /&gt;Goose&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick 5 Other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://140point6miles.blogspot.com/"&gt;Court&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lisa-tri-ing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://crewdthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://andrasue.blogspot.com/"&gt;Andra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anxiousnomore.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aimee&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag Team, back again&lt;br /&gt;Check it to wreck it, let's begin&lt;br /&gt;Party on, party people, let me hear some noise&lt;br /&gt;(Tag Team)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8174621070633659430?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8174621070633659430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8174621070633659430' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8174621070633659430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8174621070633659430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/08/party-peoplllllllllllle.html' title='Party-peoplllllllllllle!'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-2644532429841501874</id><published>2007-07-28T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:33:35.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause it's so much easier to handle, All my problems if I'm too far out to sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEWS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092413203743714530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rqvi0_qnLOI/AAAAAAAAAos/o6kssPdQVK0/s320/koznose.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Koz's biopsy results back and he ONLY has a stomach infection and inflammatory bowel disease. While this does not sound great it is what we expected and is not cancer or anything else that would require surgery. I am going back next week b/c he will have to go on some new meds and I will meet with the vet (she emailed me the results yesterday) and get all the details. Needless to say we are all very happy and glad that our little bubba does not have anything life threatening going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqviY_qnLMI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FkFzRwULV7M/s1600-h/BX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412722707377346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqviY_qnLMI/AAAAAAAAAoc/FkFzRwULV7M/s320/BX.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am still MAJORLY lacking motivation to get to the gym. I am working longer hours now which raises my appreciation for those of you who work full time and get TRI training in. I am having trouble getting any training in. I think that we discovered a bit of a solution this morning. There is a facility across the street from us called the Brainerd Crossroads (BX) that is part of the Baptist Church tha&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqvigvqnLNI/AAAAAAAAAok/JST6zOC3uMQ/s1600-h/BX+fitness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412855851363538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqvigvqnLNI/AAAAAAAAAok/JST6zOC3uMQ/s320/BX+fitness.jpg" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t is near our house. We went in and checked it out today and the facility is really nice. They open at 6:00, so I am thinking I might start trying to get there at 6 and getting 30 minutes of cardio in on the elliptical and then in the evenings I can swim or lift weights at the gym. This is such an easy decision because the church has decided to make the BX fitness area part of their ministry and instead of $300 a year, starting August 1st they will be charging $25 a year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is also a little coffee shop on the first floor that I could visit on my way out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092412529433849010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqviNvqnLLI/AAAAAAAAAoU/1VWOHt2nshY/s320/mug+and+bean.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knee is feeling 100% better. There can be no conclusions drawn though b/c I have had NO activity, as opposed to activity other than running, to test it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My song today is Don't Go Back To Rockville by REM because I learned who the song is about on Friday. Apparently Michael Stipe and Natalie Merchant (10,000 Maniacs) are friends and he is singing about her in this song. Apparently she was struggling at the beginning of her career and wanted to "go back to Rockville" Maryland. Pretty cool, huh? It is amazing who ends up being big a music buff, and I never knew it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a good weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go back to Rockville,&lt;br /&gt;don't go back to Rockville, don't go back to Rockville&lt;br /&gt;And waste another year (REM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-2644532429841501874?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/2644532429841501874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=2644532429841501874' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2644532429841501874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2644532429841501874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-its-so-much-easier-to-handle-all.html' title='&apos;Cause it&apos;s so much easier to handle, All my problems if I&apos;m too far out to sea'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rqvi0_qnLOI/AAAAAAAAAos/o6kssPdQVK0/s72-c/koznose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1809482720747019692</id><published>2007-07-26T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T20:15:48.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe we can sleep in, make you banana pancakes, pretend like it's the weekend now</title><content type='html'>I have been "diagnosed" as a people pleaser. Meaning that instead of expressing my own interests I will conform to the interest around me in order to confirm. Well, it is funny that I actually feel bad about the following post. You see, I made the Banana Republic order and I don't want those of you who offered an opinion to "feel bad" (my therapist calls this awfulizing...that I expect the worst before it happens, usually to an unrealistic extent) that I did not follow your suggestion. Enough blabbering...here are the results: &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCHPqnLHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0rGF0FH39aM/s1600-h/br2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091673545950833778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 66px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCHPqnLHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0rGF0FH39aM/s320/br2.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCgfqnLJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bsMfL2jTpTw/s1600-h/br5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091673979742530706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" height="165" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCgfqnLJI/AAAAAAAAAoE/bsMfL2jTpTw/s320/br5.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091673786469002370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="164" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCVPqnLII/AAAAAAAAAn8/bot2W4roxsA/s320/br4.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things are going well at work, staying busy which keeps my mind moving and not worrying...all good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the sadder side of things I am still a sack of lazy bones...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the telephone singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ringing it's too early&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't pick it up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we don't need to we got everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we need right here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and everything we need is enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just so easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the whole world fits inside of your arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do we really need to pay attention to the alarm? (Jack Johnson)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCHPqnLHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0rGF0FH39aM/s1600-h/br2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1809482720747019692?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1809482720747019692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1809482720747019692' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1809482720747019692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1809482720747019692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/maybe-we-can-sleep-in-make-you-banana.html' title='Maybe we can sleep in, make you banana pancakes, pretend like it&apos;s the weekend now'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqlCHPqnLHI/AAAAAAAAAn0/0rGF0FH39aM/s72-c/br2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8493392337581761300</id><published>2007-07-24T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T19:34:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I right side up or upside down, and is this real, or am I dreaming?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;When you walk into a bathroom and catch someone you work with standing on one leg making sure that she can still touch her finger to the tip of her nose...smile and walk on into the stall. She is just having a panic attack and trying to convince herself she is not about to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Whew...it was a bad day! Not sure what brought it on...I was panic stricken all day, convinced I had found an indention in my skull, which of course meant that I am about to die of a brain aneurysm. The good part was that I was SO busy that I had no choice but to push through (with a lot of little bathroom breaks!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I do not have time to go to the mall and was disappointed to find that Express and The Limited do not have online stores! So, off with the Banana I go...which ones do you all like, I can to get three of these, please help me decide!:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090922450660043874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqaW_vqnLGI/AAAAAAAAAns/HmhA6ZGQsJA/s320/br5.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090922223026777170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="167" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqaWyfqnLFI/AAAAAAAAAnk/bLhOfkbV7yA/s320/br4.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090921797825014850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqaWZvqnLEI/AAAAAAAAAnc/C6zkCBvPdVw/s320/br3.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(3)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090921600256519218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqaWOPqnLDI/AAAAAAAAAnU/zky9Y9yERC4/s320/br2.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090921200824560674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqaV2_qnLCI/AAAAAAAAAnM/uD-s9cHhVoc/s320/br1.jpg" width="127" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(5)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No excuses guys, I want to hear from you too!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Still no exercise...I feel like it too! I feel like a big ball of blah. I hope to get to the gym tomorrow. I will be ordering a size up on these shirts before too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Its crazy, I'm thinking, just knowing that the world is round.&lt;br /&gt;I'm here I'm dancing on the ground. (DMB)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8493392337581761300?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8493392337581761300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8493392337581761300' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8493392337581761300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8493392337581761300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/am-i-right-side-up-or-upside-down-and.html' title='Am I right side up or upside down, and is this real, or am I dreaming?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqaW_vqnLGI/AAAAAAAAAns/HmhA6ZGQsJA/s72-c/br5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7559976876272364225</id><published>2007-07-20T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T22:30:44.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's that lounging in my chair</title><content type='html'>Updates and Random Stuff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF71PqnLAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_ozFwWP08g8/s1600-h/178-7883_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089485208573914114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="127" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF71PqnLAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_ozFwWP08g8/s320/178-7883_IMG.JPG" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; is doing a lot better. He seems to be getting his spark back. Still no biopsy results. I hope that we will know something early next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a plan for my knee. I am going to be really busy between now and November.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF5TfqnK9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/zp1PZ8_AyGg/s1600-h/10K9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089482429730073554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF5TfqnK9I/AAAAAAAAAmk/zp1PZ8_AyGg/s320/10K9.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So, what I plan to do is stick to the elliptical, bike and swimming through November and then try running again. If the knee pain returns once I start running again I'll go get a second opinion and see if I can find a Doc who will tell me what I should do. I am getting increasingly frustrated with the way the first doc left things...I feel like I paid $300 for an MRI and no answers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same front it is time that I get moving. And to once again keep myself accountable I am going to post my workouts on a regular basis. I won't have any exciting charts or stats...but, the goal is to keep my aerobic level high so when I get back to running I won't have that hurdle to overcome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089481381758053298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="140" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF4WfqnK7I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Mg_LNAUZ0qo/s320/BR.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt; I need to get some new tops for the new responsibilities that I am taking on with my job.I am a huge banana republic girl and I have found three tops from there that I really like. But, I want to step outside the Banana Republic box a little. Any of you ladies have any ideas for dressy, but a little different, work shirts?&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF3hfqnK6I/AAAAAAAAAmM/1xu1ctN66Co/s1600-h/RH+Phillips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089480471224986530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="176" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF3hfqnK6I/AAAAAAAAAmM/1xu1ctN66Co/s320/RH+Phillips.jpg" width="119" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a new favorite "cheap" wine. It is an R.H. Phillips Chardonnay. It is so nice and light but good (don't know ant fancy wine words for it). I would recommend giving it a try!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am having family at the house tomorrow night. This is the first time this group has been together in a while so, my friend &lt;a href="http://www.mattdunmorephotography.com/photoblog/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt; is coming over to take some pictures. The work is done on the front of the house and it looks a lot better. In addition to trimming the trees we added three &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hostas&lt;/span&gt;, a knockout rose, a hydrangea and a bunch of black eyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;susan's&lt;/span&gt; and purple cone flowers! I am going to get some hanging baskets in the morning to put the icing on the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again for all of your thoughts about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; and my knee situation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who's that casting devious stares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my direction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mama this surely is a dream (Macy Playground)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7559976876272364225?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7559976876272364225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7559976876272364225' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7559976876272364225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7559976876272364225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/whos-that-lounging-in-my-chair.html' title='Who&apos;s that lounging in my chair'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RqF71PqnLAI/AAAAAAAAAm8/_ozFwWP08g8/s72-c/178-7883_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6748977593710118406</id><published>2007-07-17T14:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T15:26:06.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Cause it's a bittersweet symphony this life</title><content type='html'>The Koz &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;K&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rp0jwcehY4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/fmLREGdp4eI/s1600-h/178-7860_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088262469183431554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="130" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rp0jwcehY4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/fmLREGdp4eI/s320/178-7860_IMG.JPG" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;oz is sleeping soundly next to me as I write this. My bubba has had a tough couple of days. His lack of energy, poor eating habits and NASTY poops led us to decide, on Sunday, that he should get a scope done on his colon. We have been dealing with, and treating, these symptoms, for so long it is about time that we get a diagnosis. So, on Sunday we left him at the River Animal Hospital, expecting the procedure to happen Monday morning and we would pick him up Monday afternoon. Well, the internal medicine specialist, whom I have gotten to know well and really like, was not able to fit the procedure into her schedule until late Monday evening and she wanted Koz to spend another night, after the procedure, to be observed. I talked to the vet when I picked Koz up today at noon and she said that she could see in the scope that his small intestine and colon are very inflamed. Right now there are no answers beyond that, we have to wait until the biopsy results come back. He seems very happy to be home and has only woken up a couple of times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Knee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never thought that I would walk out of the doctor's office with too many answers. Basically the MRI showed a tear in my medial meniscus, but the person (is that a radiologist?) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rp0jIMehY3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ZnHB75w8SRg/s1600-h/tornmen01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088261777693696882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rp0jIMehY3I/AAAAAAAAAl8/ZnHB75w8SRg/s320/tornmen01.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;who read it was not sure how severe. He also noted that my patella tendon had wear to it too and there is bono on bone action going on there. My Doc felt that this had more to do with overuse than an injury. He also noted that I have a lot of scar tissue from where the original meniscus surgery was done. From here it got pretty crazy. Basically, I have a decision to make. Do I want to keep running and have a scope done? Do I want to quit running and see if my symptoms improve? Do I want to get the scope and quit running to prolong the health of my knee? The Doc wants me to go for a run today or tomorrow and see how it goes; if there is pain, how much pain there is, where there is pain....and get back to him. I have no idea where we really left it. I learned an important lesson though, I am not going into that office again without someone else with me...At this point, I guess I will go for a run tomorrow and see how it goes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No change, I can't change, I can't change, I can't change, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I'm here in my mold, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am here with my mold &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm a million different people from one day to the next&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't change my mold, no, no, no, no, no (The Verve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6748977593710118406?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6748977593710118406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6748977593710118406' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6748977593710118406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6748977593710118406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/cause-its-bittersweet-symphony-this.html' title='&apos;Cause it&apos;s a bittersweet symphony this life'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rp0jwcehY4I/AAAAAAAAAmE/fmLREGdp4eI/s72-c/178-7860_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4816506440442931354</id><published>2007-07-16T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T11:10:05.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You're faking a smile with the coffee you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpuVvcehY2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/RDGeGe4H1dM/s1600-h/hall.molly.tee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087824846375707490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpuVvcehY2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/RDGeGe4H1dM/s320/hall.molly.tee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a pretty emotional day and I have to say that I am not ready to post about it yet.  The short version is that the Tri was VERY hard to watch because I wanted to be participating SO bad. Then, as we were sitting down to get a bite afterwards I got a call from Scott that he was taking Koz to the emergency vet. He is getting some pretty extensive testing done today. More on that later too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is a T Shirt that I had made for our team. I still feel guilty about being the reason that we did not participate. I thought it would be fun if we still felt like a team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get my MRI results back tomorrow afternoon. I just hope that there is a happy ending to all this knee mess coming sometime soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong (Daniel Powter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4816506440442931354?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4816506440442931354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4816506440442931354' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4816506440442931354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4816506440442931354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/youre-faking-smile-with-coffee-you-go.html' title='You&apos;re faking a smile with the coffee you go'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpuVvcehY2I/AAAAAAAAAl0/RDGeGe4H1dM/s72-c/hall.molly.tee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7670860112183591932</id><published>2007-07-14T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T10:28:14.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I sit at my table and wage war on myself</title><content type='html'>This has been an interesting week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Matthews asked me to take it easy on my knee until my MRI yesterday. I now think that exercise is once again tattooed into my psyche b/c this week, with no exercise, did not feel good. I am looking forward to my appointment on Tuesday, where I will find out the plan for the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday Momma, Kim and I ate lunch at the &lt;a href="http://boathousechattanooga.com/index.html"&gt;Boathouse&lt;/a&gt;, overlooking the river that Momma would swim in, and decided that the team would not participate without me this year. We are all going to get together tomorrow morning and watch the Waterfront Triathlon and get the experience we need to kick some butt next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was a quite day at the office and then Scott and I went to a cocktail hour with his &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpjnU8ehY1I/AAAAAAAAAls/AQpb-SG0k6c/s1600-h/krystal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087070126132519762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpjnU8ehY1I/AAAAAAAAAls/AQpb-SG0k6c/s320/krystal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogachamber.com/learningcenter/Leadership_the_program.asp"&gt;Leadership Chattanooga&lt;/a&gt; classmates. We went to a tapas place in town called &lt;a href="http://terranostra.rootresources.com/"&gt;Terra Nostra&lt;/a&gt;. It was a lot of fun. I got to meet some folks that I have not met before and we both had a great time. I had some pear walnut quesadilias and a piece of chocolate raspberry cake. Scott was so into talking to his buddies (and not liking the fact that tapas are expensive little bits of food) he ended up getting a sack full of Krystals on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my MRI. I have not done that since 2000 and I forgot how much I hate it. The idea of laying still is bad enough, add the noise and the fact that you are in a tube just sucks! I hated it! After I left the MRI I got a call about a &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_110108.asp"&gt;new opportunity&lt;/a&gt; that totally flabbergasted me. I am very excited and can't wait to tell you more soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Scott and I planned on cooking another one of the &lt;a href="http://www.myfamilydinners.com/"&gt;My Family Dinners&lt;/a&gt; that I made last week and ended up at our neighbors b/c they already had some coals going. We ended up hanging out with them a while and I made a BAD mistake. Folks, having a mango margarita (or two) after two glasses of wine is NOT a good idea! It was a really fun evening. I am just paying for it at the moment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today a friend of mine from &lt;a href="http://www.hcschools.org/csas/index2.html"&gt;High School&lt;/a&gt; is coming into town and we are going to hang out and catch up. Tonight we are heading to Kate's house for her third birthday with her little friends. She is doing a (pretend) sleepover party. They are all to wear their pajamas and are going to do all sorts of "big girl" things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087067377353450306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="170" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rpjk08ehY0I/AAAAAAAAAlk/gNOWg6atjnA/s320/KAte+the+Great.JPG" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to take and post a lot of pictures tomorrow. Maybe it will entice some of you to add the Chattanooga Waterfront Tri to your race list next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I demand a rematch&lt;br /&gt;I decree a stalemate&lt;br /&gt;I divine my deeper motives&lt;br /&gt;I recognize the weapons&lt;br /&gt;I've practiced them well. &lt;br /&gt;I fitted them myself. (REM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7670860112183591932?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7670860112183591932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7670860112183591932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7670860112183591932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7670860112183591932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-sit-at-my-table-and-wage-war-on.html' title='I sit at my table and wage war on myself'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpjnU8ehY1I/AAAAAAAAAls/AQpb-SG0k6c/s72-c/krystal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7862539831528824160</id><published>2007-07-10T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T16:58:10.154-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door.</title><content type='html'>I lied to you. Sunday's run sucked. I came home and cried. My knee hurt so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning I decided to call the orthopedist. I just got back from the appointment and I have been benched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heartbroken. I will not be participating in the Waterfront Triathlon this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doc thinks that I am suffering complications that are similar to those that led to my meniscus surgery in 2001. Apparently, after a meniscus surgery your patella can "fall" to the side where the meniscus was clipped and cause everything to get "roughed up." I am getting an MRI on Friday to see to what extent it is "roughed up". Then the doc will decide if I need a scope to get it "cleaned up in there." He asked me to stay off it as much as possible until after the MRI to see if some of the swelling will go down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the positive side he said that I have the nicest hamstrings he has seen in a long time. At this point I'll take the good news where I can get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, our team is having a lunch meeting tomorrow to see if Momma and Kim want to forge on without me, or if we are going to withdrawal from the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for your support on this issue, I'll update you when I get some news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aw, we shout out these songs against the&lt;br /&gt;clang of electric guitars&lt;br /&gt;Well, you can see a million miles tonight&lt;br /&gt;but you can't get very far (Counting Crows)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7862539831528824160?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7862539831528824160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7862539831528824160' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7862539831528824160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7862539831528824160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/so-i-gave-up-my-seat-at-bar-and-i-head.html' title='So I gave up my seat at the bar and I head for the door.'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5056685681540185623</id><published>2007-07-10T08:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T08:12:54.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purple Side of Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Self Doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;undercuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the ability&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to be honest &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;with Myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I Weak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I Fear the moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;good or bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;whatever It is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when It returns&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the happy ending&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inside my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It does not exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Mary Hall Cooper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;July 10th, 2007&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;9:09 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5056685681540185623?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5056685681540185623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5056685681540185623' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5056685681540185623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5056685681540185623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/purple-side-of-blue.html' title='The Purple Side of Blue'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8905513805064191222</id><published>2007-07-08T20:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:28:49.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There's too much confusion here, I can't get no relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpGP-QAxsEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/czCeLzXdI64/s1600-h/Matt_fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085003753890885698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpGP-QAxsEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/czCeLzXdI64/s320/Matt_fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First off ...this is a picture my good friend Matt Dunmore (check out &lt;a href="http://www.mattdunmorephotography.com/photoblog/"&gt;his website &lt;/a&gt;to see all his great pictures!) took on July 3rd. He is a great photographer! &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-idea-would-be-to-get-it-off-of.html"&gt;As I mentioned&lt;/a&gt;, we were on the boat on to watch these fireworks. Looking at this picture the boat was in front of the Aquarium...which is the two lighted triangles you see. To the left of the fireworks you can see three balls of light. This is AT&amp;amp;T field where the &lt;a href="http://www.lookouts.com/"&gt;Chattanooga Lookouts&lt;/a&gt; play. About half way through the &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_109540.asp"&gt;fireworks in the park&lt;/a&gt; (which you see in the picture) the Lookout's fireworks began and the dueling fireworks were too cool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning Scott and I went and walked the &lt;a href="http://www.team-magic.com/tmtri/cwt_run_overview.pdf"&gt;downtown portion of the 10K&lt;/a&gt; that I will be running next Sunday with the &lt;a href="http://www.team-magic.com/tmtri/chattri.htm"&gt;Waterfront Triathlon&lt;/a&gt;. I was confused about a portion of the race and Scott has an incredible sense of direction, so he helped me work it out. We took Koz with us and the 92 degree heat took a toll on our baby (whose tummy problems are much better! Thanks to everyone who asked about him!). He had to take a lot of "flops" (our word for the way he rests, because he just unexpectedly flops onto his side) and made good use of the cool &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lixit-Thirsty-Portable-Water-Bottle/dp/B0002Z16E2"&gt;water bowl/bottle&lt;/a&gt; I got for his last year. The run is an out and back (I am not sure if this is normal, but it calms me to know that on the second half of the race I will have some idea of how far I have to go) with minimal hills, which I a very happy about!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the same front, I went for a run tonight. At 7:00 it was still REALLY hot (which makes me nervous for race day). I ran out 10 minutes, walked two, ran five, walked two, ran five and walked about 8 minutes home. During my runs I did have some pain (&lt;a href="http://1stepcloser2im.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr John&lt;/a&gt; it was directly under my knee cap) but it was not anything that I could not handle. I did not want to push it, just see what it would feel like to run at different speeds. I am planning on doing a lot of "non contact" conditioning this week. To keep my HR up but not put any more pounding on my knee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One final thing...one of the only things that gets me through a summer of (BOR-ING) baseball is tennis and one if the best men's finals in history was this morning at Wimbledon . &lt;a href="http://sportsillustrated.cnn.com/2007/tennis/specials/wimbledon/2007/07/08/bc.eu.spt.ten.wimbledon.ap/index.html"&gt;I hope that some of you got to see the Federer/Nadal match - it was AWESOME!&lt;/a&gt; It was probably the best tennis match I have ever seen! AND with his win Federer won his fifth Wimbledon in a row equaling the great Bjorg!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Molly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no reason to get excited&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The thief, he kindly spoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some among us here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Say that life is just a joke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You and I, we've been through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that is not our fate (at least today)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So let us not talk falsely now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the hour is getting late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Late... (U2)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8905513805064191222?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8905513805064191222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8905513805064191222' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8905513805064191222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8905513805064191222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/theres-too-much-confusion-here-i-cant.html' title='There&apos;s too much confusion here, I can&apos;t get no relief'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RpGP-QAxsEI/AAAAAAAAAlU/czCeLzXdI64/s72-c/Matt_fireworks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-2138306546087937319</id><published>2007-07-07T08:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T09:14:05.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?, Is it any wonder I don't know what's right?</title><content type='html'>So, my knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I ran on Tuesday it was SO soar afterward and until yesterday it was influencing my every move. Thursday night Scott and I went to the pool at the gym and swam, probably not a true workout...a lot of playing around went on. Yesterday my knee was still soar, but did not limit me as it had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My runner friend at work thinks that it is a "common" overuse injury and that the true test will be if it hurts (again) when I run. So, I a thinking that I will get back on the treadmill tomorrow afternoon, or take a road run this afternoon. This morning I am going to yoga and then work on cleaning up the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; is a week until the 10K...I have come to terms with the fact that I will probably be gutting this one out! &lt;a href="http://lisa-tri-ing.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lisa&lt;/a&gt; gave me some great run/walk advice that I will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; put to use! I also found an hour long training session, through Nike, with the coach on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; and I think I will use that too b/c the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;forty&lt;/span&gt; minute training session is awesome and I have had the best times I have ever had (training) using it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might have guessed from yesterday's post I am back on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;...who knew that crying and irritability were signs of depression...uh, I did. I really have to let go of my feelings about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; and learn that, just like my soar knees, they will probably be a part of my life forever! It is funny how you can outwardly express something, and truly believe it, but deep in your subconscious your mind knows you believe something &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;else&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word to all of you with indoor outdoor dogs. I went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dermatologist&lt;/span&gt; yesterday b/c I have poison ivy on my neck and a little on my face. I would not figure out how it got there! The Nurse Practitioner said that poison ivy "juice" stays on dogs fur for a long time if it in not washed off. So, at some point the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Koz&lt;/span&gt; got into poison ivy and then I snuggled with him and the rest is history!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting our front yard re-landscaped. I am SO excited! When it is done I will steal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Momma's&lt;/span&gt; camera and get some pics. I a going to get some flower beds up front and I am really excited...we are going to put in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hydrangea&lt;/span&gt;, cone flowers, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;hostas&lt;/span&gt; and knock out roses...can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Everyone has a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard to know where I stand,&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to know where I am,&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe it's a puzzle I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;(Keane)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-2138306546087937319?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/2138306546087937319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=2138306546087937319' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2138306546087937319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/2138306546087937319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/is-it-any-wonder-that-i-feel-uptight-is.html' title='Is it any wonder that I feel uptight?, Is it any wonder I don&apos;t know what&apos;s right?'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8304197635777991185</id><published>2007-07-06T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T11:45:25.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha ha ha bless your soul, You really think you're in control</title><content type='html'>What is normal to a girl born with curly red hair living in a world of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; and brunettes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl with learning disabilities who is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;separated&lt;/span&gt; from her classmates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who trades her flute for a string bass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who hid her completed homework in her locker b/c she was scared to turn it in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl who spends a month in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Thailand&lt;/span&gt; even though she thought she was going to Ireland?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl whose favorite family memory is riding mules down the Grand Canyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who has makes little piles of split hairs since she saw a split end under a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;microscope&lt;/span&gt; in 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; grade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who LOVES to play soccer in the rain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl who made it through High School pretending like she could understand?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who is scared to go to temples in a small town in Japan b/c her red hair makes older Japanese ladies cry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;normal&lt;/span&gt; to a girl living with a family of over achievers who never knew what she wanted to be whenever she grows up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who is terrified of flying, but loves to travel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who, as a research assistant in college, was one of the youngest people to be awarded a NSF Phase II Grant and is still not sure what the Grant was about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl who has gone back to school for a Masters in Education, an MBA and a Physical &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Therapy&lt;/span&gt; Assistant certificate and quit them all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl who would rather travel with her boyfriend than marry him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a healthy 28 year old girl thinking she is dying of a heart attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who gets down to Rocky Top for her father/daughter dance at her wedding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who, since receiving her BS, has worked as a Preschool Educator at an Aquarium, a B&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;arista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, a High School boys soccer coach, a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Orthatist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Assistant and the Office Manager at her father's Law Firm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl who decides to take up running after 3 knee surgeries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;about&lt;/span&gt; a girl who likes her big butt (and I can not lie!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal about a girl who is dangerously fair, loving nothing more than feeling the heat of the sun on her skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl, who at 31, does not know when she wants to have kids?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is normal to a girl, who despite trying to eat healthy, insists on having two (not frosted) brown sugar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/span&gt; pop tarts for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;breakfast&lt;/span&gt; every Sunday morning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is NOT normal is a girl who refuses to take medicine for what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ails&lt;/span&gt; her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned, thanks for your support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when, I remember, I remember when I lost my mind&lt;br /&gt;There was something so pleasant about that place.&lt;br /&gt;Even your emotions have an echo&lt;br /&gt;In so much space (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Gnarles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Barkley)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8304197635777991185?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8304197635777991185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8304197635777991185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8304197635777991185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8304197635777991185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/ha-ha-ha-bless-your-soul-you-really.html' title='Ha ha ha bless your soul, You really think you&apos;re in control'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8588436810187264724</id><published>2007-07-05T11:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T12:38:17.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A good idea would be to get it off of your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good, the Bad and the Ugly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my apologies to &lt;a href="http://www.bolderinboulder.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bolder &lt;/a&gt;for stealing this idea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Good:&lt;/strong&gt; Lots of Holiday fun!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are pics from the July 3rd boating trip:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083762783220248610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="133" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0nUQAxsCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1BVUf1jpC8E/s320/Pup+on+Board+III.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083760975039016946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0lrAAxr_I/AAAAAAAAAks/_nhpmPEwIbI/s320/July+3+boat+ride+V.jpg" width="126" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083762456802734082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="166" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0nBQAxsAI/AAAAAAAAAk0/KDm5qi7tLFw/s320/Pup+on+Board+VIm.JPG" width="127" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083762933544103986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="134" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0ndAAxsDI/AAAAAAAAAlM/V8WhCP_TIeA/s320/Pup+on+Board.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;yummy, mommy buggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And pictures from the July 4th rib feast:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our Uncle Kit (who also takes the pictures, so is not in any pictures) is from Memphis and makes ribs every 4th...I think this might be Scott's favorite day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083760309319086050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="123" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0lEQAxr-I/AAAAAAAAAkk/2KgPcoAEaS0/s320/IMG_1370.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083760171880132562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0k8QAxr9I/AAAAAAAAAkc/o2kl0xgqAdI/s320/IMG_1371.jpg" width="168" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Even I get in on the action...&lt;br /&gt;(look &lt;a href="http://140point6miles.blogspot.com/"&gt;court&lt;/a&gt;, blue!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083759622124318642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="119" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0kcQAxr7I/AAAAAAAAAkM/2wYmMXawMQE/s320/IMG_1375.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Scott's Dad tries to keep up with him &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083759815397846978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="118" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0kngAxr8I/AAAAAAAAAkU/4KBwqQzKOW4/s320/IMG_1382.jpg" width="164" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; The champ ate 25 ribs! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bad:&lt;/strong&gt; to medicate or not to medicate, that is the question!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I have been really irritable lately and, as I have mentioned, crying a lot. The crying does not bother me as much as the irritability...I have had a really bad attitude lately, and I have felt like being alone...which is not a good sign. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In all fairness to the chemicals in my brain, I went from lots of meds, very quickly to some meds and then very quickly to no meds. Children, I think this is why they tell you not to do this at home! I am going to my therapist (not the drug prescriber) this afternoon to talk it out. I have a feeling that I will be back on some meds soon. I have come to terms with the fact that (as much as it pains my to admit openly that this is the case) I really got caught up with getting off the meds to be "normal." Now I might have to come to terms with the fact that Molly on meds is normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Ugly:&lt;/strong&gt; MY KNEE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Not so hot! Since my run Tuesday it has been soar! Like limping soar, like I'm not going down those steps soar, like someone get me off the floor soar, like Oh my gawd 6 miles soar! I am nervous about the race (I'm still doing it Mom!) and how I will handle it. I plan on doing the elliptical and swimming tonight and we'll see how it goes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Take Care&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, you and me&lt;br /&gt;Have a better time than most can dream&lt;br /&gt;Have it better than the best&lt;br /&gt;And so can pull on through&lt;br /&gt;Whatever tears at us&lt;br /&gt;Whatever holds us down&lt;br /&gt;And if nothing can be done&lt;br /&gt;We'll make the Best of What's Around&lt;br /&gt;(DMB)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8588436810187264724?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8588436810187264724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8588436810187264724' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8588436810187264724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8588436810187264724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/good-idea-would-be-to-get-it-off-of.html' title='A good idea would be to get it off of your mind'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Ro0nUQAxsCI/AAAAAAAAAlE/1BVUf1jpC8E/s72-c/Pup+on+Board+III.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7983183487144327570</id><published>2007-07-03T09:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T10:04:51.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And we walked off to look for america</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Training&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notta...unless you consider gardening and walking Koz as an unconventional brick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma and I went open water swimming at the lake. We went a mile. Neither of us brought a watch, so we are not even sure how long it took. Mom did great and was strong the entire time. I really need to learn to breath on both sides, I started cramping on the side (left) that I breath on...don't know if that is due to the breathing on one side or eating only 45 minutes b/4 I swam...or both?!? I did breast stroke for the last half of the swim...seemed to help with the cramping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did another run with my Nike trainer: 41 minutes total, ave HR 155&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:13 ave HR 137&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 11:08 ave HR 160&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 11:10 ave HR 163&lt;br /&gt;1/2 mile: 6:17 ave HR 166&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get a quick update in while I could...have to get back to making cookies for a party on my parents boat tonight. We are in prime position for several early fire works shows! After I finish the cookies Koz and I are riding the boat down for positioning downtown (about three hours). Relazation here I come!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine&lt;br /&gt;And the moon rose over an open field (Simon and Garfunkel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7983183487144327570?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7983183487144327570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7983183487144327570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7983183487144327570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7983183487144327570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/and-we-walked-off-to-look-for-america.html' title='And we walked off to look for america'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-1888066625933260921</id><published>2007-07-01T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T13:27:29.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shake it down, shake it down now</title><content type='html'>Friday was &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-kick-up-leaves-and-magic-is-lost.html"&gt;SO much better than Thursday&lt;/a&gt;, got my sense of humor back as well as a sense of stability. As I have said before I really think that ups and downs are something that I will have to get used to now that I am medicine free. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday afternoon I was thinking about the 10K (now only 15 days away!) and I am sincerely worried. My knees just do not seem to want to go more than 3 miles without faltering. AND, the Waterfront Tri is &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_109524.asp"&gt;expecting a record participation!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO, my thought process turned to - how can I keep myself moving for 60 minutes solid &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoftzQAxr4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/x9qUCfQgdwM/s1600-h/brick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082292169238228866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="103" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoftzQAxr4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/x9qUCfQgdwM/s320/brick.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;without running for 60 minutes solid. So, I thought of all my wonderful Tri friends and the answer was staring me in the face. I have been loving the swimming I have been doing lately...so, how about a brick! My plan was to fun for forty minutes and swim for twenty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My run was better than I have had in a LONG time. I downloaded a 40 minute itunes mix (from Nike) that includes coaching and intervals. My entire life I have ever questioned the fact that I am extrinsically motivated, someone yelling at me to get my butt moving more than I can get it moving myself. So, having this coach in ear, doing intervals, really helped me get moving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mile 1: 12:06 ave HR 132&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mile 2: 11:29 ave HR 164&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mile 3: 11:29 ave HR 164&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 mile: 5:31 ave HR 161&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THEN I SWAM!!!! Yeah me! I did 20 minutes alternating 100 breast with 100 free. I have NO idea how you all keep up with how many laps you have done (any tips appreciated), all I know is that I was moving for twenty minutes!!! Being that it was Friday night I did not have to share a lane (thanks for the tips &lt;a href="http://crewdthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;, I am sure they will come in handy soon!). I did try breathing on both sides and found that to be something I really need to work on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a new appreciation for transition times...I think it took me 15 minutes, in the locker room to get from run to swim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott had to work late Friday night and we winded up heading home at the same time and he stopped and got pizza. It is this new pizza with two crusts and two layers of cheese. And my sweet husband got me pineapple! Ya'll I almost ate the entire pizza! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday morning I went to &lt;a href="http://www.clearspringyoga.com/"&gt;yoga&lt;/a&gt;, another great class. I am really liking my teacher. I dropped S off at work b/4 yoga and picked him up afterward and we hit the Wall. I am making oatmeal scotchies for a party Tuesday and pasta salad for a party Wednesday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rofr6gAxr3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Kp3qWiHlJiw/s1600-h/pancakes2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082290094769024882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="162" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rofr6gAxr3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/Kp3qWiHlJiw/s320/pancakes2.gif" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chilled for he rest of the day. I never watered the garden b/c it was supposed to rain all day. This morning I got up and watered the gardens, S and I made these &lt;a href="http://www.frankensteinmills.com/store/index.php?osCsid=ba2cd30c5d699557f7c1edd055545e64"&gt;awesome pancakes&lt;/a&gt; and then I went outside to garden..and it starts raining...ug!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning on another run/swim combo this afternoon and I think Momma and I are going to do some open water swimming tomorrow. My Mom is kicking butt with her swimming! I am SO proud of her...she is swimming a mile in about 35 minutes, and getting better every day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Care!&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a brick----house&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mighty mighty, just lettin' it all hang out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The Commodores)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-1888066625933260921?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/1888066625933260921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=1888066625933260921' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1888066625933260921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/1888066625933260921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/07/shake-it-down-shake-it-down-now.html' title='Shake it down, shake it down now'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoftzQAxr4I/AAAAAAAAAj0/x9qUCfQgdwM/s72-c/brick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-6609549743482803361</id><published>2007-06-29T11:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T11:26:45.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like big butts and I can not lie...</title><content type='html'>To "bump" yesterday's pathetic post from the top and show that despite my whining I do have a little bit of a self deprecating sense of humor, I present to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Cooper Family Beach Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It is so big. *scoff* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She looks like,one of those rap guys' girlfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They only talk to her, because,she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I can't believe it's just so round, it's like,out there, I mean - gross. Look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081518413699985250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="250" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoUuEwAxr2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/zEnbDK9IJyA/s320/Cooper+FAmily" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...the funny thing is that I thought I was "posing" to reduce the appearance of my ample posterior...oh well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ladies! {Yeah!}&lt;br /&gt;Ladies! {Yeah}&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}&lt;br /&gt;Then turn around!&lt;br /&gt;Stick it out!&lt;br /&gt;Even white boys got to shout!&lt;br /&gt;Baby got back! (Sir mix-a-lot)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-6609549743482803361?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/6609549743482803361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=6609549743482803361' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6609549743482803361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/6609549743482803361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-like-big-butts-and-i-can-not-lie.html' title='I like big butts and I can not lie...'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoUuEwAxr2I/AAAAAAAAAjk/zEnbDK9IJyA/s72-c/Cooper+FAmily' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5998678004815290698</id><published>2007-06-28T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T20:06:14.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost</title><content type='html'>It was a BAD DAY all around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I unconsciously turned off the alarm and slept an hour too late, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koz was not doing well this morning, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not hold onto anything, I decided I was having DMS (as opposed to PMS), I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was jumpy and anxious, I went shopping (to make myself feel better?), spent too much money, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to the store (a small "boutique") a couple hours later and tried to return the clothing and low and behold there is a sign that says ALL RETURNS ARE FOR STORE CREDIT ONLY - damage done, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, got Koz to eat and it began to pour, I did not want to run in the rain (I know what I said &lt;a href="http://1stepcloser2im.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr John&lt;/a&gt;), I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if I was so emotional b/c I was off the meds, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about going back on the meds, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to sleep, I kept waking up after a dream that I was hit in the back of the head by a baseball (I could hear the metal clank of the bat hitting the ball) and jumping up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt fat because I did not run, I thought of all the chocolate I've eaten this week, I ate more chocolate, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took a bath, cried some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put the pork in the oven and cooked the cous cous and made a salad, I had not turned the oven on, I really cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate dinner with S (45 minutes later than planned) and watched the NBA draft, could not care less, did not cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Checked my email saw that &lt;a href="http://mommelisa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Momo&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://1stepcloser2im.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dr John&lt;/a&gt; had answered yet another one of my questions, thought about how cool they are, I cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decided to post all this so maybe I will stop crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...uh...can we pretend that today did not happen, cause guess what I'm doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the system goes on the blink&lt;br /&gt;And the whole thing turns out wrong&lt;br /&gt;You might not make it back and you know&lt;br /&gt;That you could be well oh that strong&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not wrong (Daniel Powter)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5998678004815290698?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5998678004815290698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5998678004815290698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5998678004815290698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5998678004815290698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/you-kick-up-leaves-and-magic-is-lost.html' title='You kick up the leaves and the magic is lost'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8111624399650605897</id><published>2007-06-27T19:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:58:44.149-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightswimming deserves a quiet night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoMOYgAxr1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/t207Iip2Uq4/s1600-h/178-7847_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080920618676891474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoMOYgAxr1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/t207Iip2Uq4/s320/178-7847_IMG.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thanks for all your well wishes for the Koz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is doing better now. As you may recall we recently finished the Riverbend Festival in Chattanooga. Since then, during our walks downtown, I have pulled about 6 discarded chicken bones out of his mouth. We are guessing that he got a piece of one of those bones and picked up a parasite. I knew that dog was sick when he was not eating an had no energy. He seems to be doing much better tonight... we even just romped around the backyard together for a while. I think all of the energy he did not use today was just expelled in a matter of five minutes... have you ever seen a dog jump like a rabbit... I have!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was pretty useless at work. I had to go back to the vet mid afternoon to get Koz a second medicine. His vet is near my parent's house so I decided to go over there and swim for a workout. I have no idea what length their pool is (a pretty "standard" home pool)...that being said I do have SOME stats:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 sets of 16 laps for a total of 96 laps&lt;br /&gt;1 set = 8 free style and 8 breast stroke&lt;br /&gt;Total time was 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really good afterward and after staring at the pool at the gym from the elliptical trainer I think that I want to incorporate swimming into my routine...probably good for my knees too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nightswimming deserves a quiet night&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure all these people understand&lt;br /&gt;It's not like years ago,&lt;br /&gt;The fear of getting caught,&lt;br /&gt;Of recklessness and water&lt;br /&gt;They cannot see me naked&lt;br /&gt;These things, they go away,&lt;br /&gt;Replaced by everyday (REM)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8111624399650605897?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8111624399650605897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8111624399650605897' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8111624399650605897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8111624399650605897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/nightswimming-deserves-quiet-night.html' title='Nightswimming deserves a quiet night'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoMOYgAxr1I/AAAAAAAAAjc/t207Iip2Uq4/s72-c/178-7847_IMG.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-7783406555554582113</id><published>2007-06-26T19:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T19:59:29.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's start at the very beginning, a very good place to start</title><content type='html'>"Scattered Thunderstorms" scared me away from calibrating the new gizmo and hitting the roads. And, of course, it never rained at the house and I watered and watered and watered tonight. I do have to say that the air is so humid, if I had run outside I imagine that it would have been similar to running in a sauna...so here are the numbers from the treadmill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, this resembles numbers from a while time ago:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mile 1: 12:18 ave hr 139&lt;br /&gt;Mile 2: 11:30 ave hr 164&lt;br /&gt;Mile 3: 12:33 ave hr 171&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to get 3 i&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoGzUwAxryI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fRpqtrYUjQo/s1600-h/large_raquetball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080539023717543714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoGzUwAxryI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fRpqtrYUjQo/s320/large_raquetball.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n 36...not quite there. I dropped my pace in the 3rd mile with the purposee of lowering my heart rate. I have to say that I got really distracted and all good intentions went out the window! The treadmills face t&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoGygQAxrxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9WDY7m8eiHQ/s1600-h/underdog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080538121774411538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="129" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoGygQAxrxI/AAAAAAAAAi8/9WDY7m8eiHQ/s320/underdog.jpg" width="99" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he racquetball courts and there was an INTENSE game going on and it was quite entertaining... and distracting! I think my high heart rate was in part due to the fact that I was really routing on this one player, the under dog of course, who prevailed in the end. I think I actually audibly cheered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not really happy with the way the knees were feeling at the end either. I wanted to do a long run Thursday and I am thinking that I should continue to chill...which makes my knees happy but my mind scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby Koz is sick again - have to take him to the vet tomorrow morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080537310025592578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoGxxAAxrwI/AAAAAAAAAi0/5HLcqvKuG5o/s320/178-7861_IMG.JPG" width="181" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving the book "Eat, Pray, Love" I am not even 1/3 of the way in and I would tell anyone to go grab it as soon as you get a chance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RE - a drop of golden sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MI - a name, I call myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FA - a long long way to run&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(the best movie EVER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-7783406555554582113?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/7783406555554582113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=7783406555554582113' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7783406555554582113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/7783406555554582113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/lets-start-at-very-beginning-very-good.html' title='Let&apos;s start at the very beginning, a very good place to start'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoGzUwAxryI/AAAAAAAAAjE/fRpqtrYUjQo/s72-c/large_raquetball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-8731896158361916231</id><published>2007-06-25T19:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T21:20:33.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops keep falling on my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Karma kicked me in the butt today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080180378147236002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" height="93" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBtI1JgKKI/AAAAAAAAAic/00dT__NPf_o/s320/running+in+the+rain.jpg" width="125" border="0" /&gt; For the past few months I have been pretty jealous of the blogs I read about too much rain. While I was sorry that the rain interfered with training plans, I longed for rain of my own. Each morning and night, as I watered all my plants, I would pray that rain would enter my life. My poor plants long for real rain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoB2fVJgKMI/AAAAAAAAAis/g7fdnLPh1Z4/s1600-h/10K4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080190660298942658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="149" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoB2fVJgKMI/AAAAAAAAAis/g7fdnLPh1Z4/s320/10K4.jpg" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my Momma and I planned to go to an organized open water swim. I really wanted to go for a couple of reasons. First and foremost I wanted to support my Momma, who has supported me in every way. And I also was interested to see what swimming a mile would really be like for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080179527743711378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBsXVJgKJI/AAAAAAAAAiU/aRsHbTuKC8M/s320/ipod.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I planned on, and was excited about, calibrating my Nike + ipod technology today, but when the open water swimming came up I was even MORE excited about swimming with my Momma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBq-lJgKHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k1-fi5zqsNw/s1600-h/lightening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080178003030321266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="136" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBq-lJgKHI/AAAAAAAAAiE/k1-fi5zqsNw/s320/lightening.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We got to the open water practice and I was SHOCKED how far swimming a mile would be (I quietly wondered to myself if I could do it!) , but I was ready to go - ready to see what we could do. Momma and I swam&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBkj1JgKGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oxASbFbh4Fs/s1600-h/Kozmo+Window.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080170946399053922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" height="169" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBkj1JgKGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/oxASbFbh4Fs/s320/Kozmo+Window.JPG" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for about ten minutes when the thunder and lightning began. We all got out and decided that it was not going to pass, so we all left. I drove home in one of those crazy summer rains that includes rain the size of golf balls. As I got closer to my house the rain let up, but was obviously headed our way. When I got home I asked Scott to hurry up and feed Koz and get him out because the rain was coming! I jumped in the shower and washed the twenty minutes of lake off of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As if all of this was bad enough two additional things happened:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBimFJgKFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dV1zhh8uRZU/s1600-h/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080168786030504018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBimFJgKFI/AAAAAAAAAh0/dV1zhh8uRZU/s320/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I allowed my self to have an orange cream frappachino for lunch b/c I thought that I was getting a good workout this afternoon...which did not happen...AND&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. It never freaking rained at my house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am going out side to water the plants and then doing a bunch of sit ups, push ups and leg lifts to try and work off that orange cream frapp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain by complainin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I"m free&lt;br /&gt;Nothings worrying me. (Burt Bacharach)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-8731896158361916231?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/8731896158361916231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=8731896158361916231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8731896158361916231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/8731896158361916231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/raindrops-keep-falling-on-my-head.html' title='Raindrops keep falling on my head'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RoBtI1JgKKI/AAAAAAAAAic/00dT__NPf_o/s72-c/running+in+the+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-5366972452186597000</id><published>2007-06-23T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T21:48:26.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Running all the time, Running to the future, With you right by my side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rn3LKVJgKDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zUJIgNI_F0A/s1600-h/prozax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079439333079918642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="104" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rn3LKVJgKDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zUJIgNI_F0A/s320/prozax.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Went to my psychiatrist Thursday and was SO nervous about telling him that I had quit the meds! Some of my nerves were calmed when his receptionist (who has seen my in the best of times and the worst of times in the past) told me I looked better than she has ever seen me! So, boosted a little bit, I blurted, quickly, to Dr Spaulding that I was off the meds...and he was happy for me...yea! He thought all my race day anxiety (as you all told me) was normal! I am going to see him in five months (or b/4 if I need him)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday night's Powerflex class was crazy. Our teacher was unhappy b/c no one would yell the reps with her and she kept throwing in extra sets of push ups...man my chest was crazy soar! Sucked it up and did 20 minutes on the elliptical after class. I got on a machine that faced the pool and seriously considered stripping to my sports bra and undies and jumping in...I would have been a lot more covered than some of the women out there! But, I decided to head home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I went to work for a little while and then went to get a new pair of running shoes. I went to a local store, that I usually go to, that put a coupon in the race packet for the 10K. After getting a good scolding for keeping my old shoes months too long (I had no idea Dr. John, I promise!) I tried on the newer version of the Asics I have and then I tried on a pair of Nike Air Structure Triax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079422831815567330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="147" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rn28J1JgJ-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/hgcX8NbVFSY/s320/Bowerman.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt;They have more "pitch" than my Asics and I seemed to like that pretty well! Being the cool store that this is I was able to run around a little before I bought them and he said I could take a run on them on the treadmill and bring them back if I was not happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/dont-stop-believin.html"&gt;As I have mentioned before&lt;/a&gt; my workout gear is pretty Nike heavy...my favorite shorts, shirt, hat and even socks are Nike. So now I can officially say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Molly Running officially Endorses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079426972164040722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rn2_61JgKBI/AAAAAAAAAhU/wCX65bAHs44/s320/swoosh1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the guys at the store were really great and really supportive. When I pulled my coupon out they knew it was from the Riverbend run and asked me which race I ran and how I did and so forth. They said that they thought that it was one of the hardest routes that Riverbend has done. They gave me tips on routes and hills in the area that would be good places for me to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;At this point I was totally comfortable with these guys and MY questions started pouring out. The biggest being that I have avoided running outdoors b/c I can not track my progress as well as I can on the treadmill. So I asked if there was any other option than the Garmin to track my running outdoors...and low and behold I have the shoe AND the right ipod (Nano) to use this cool new device from Nike. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079430743145326626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="172" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rn3DWVJgKCI/AAAAAAAAAhc/w7ivuzBqBf8/s320/nike+%2B+ipod.png" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, the little doo dad on the left goes in my shoe and the part on the right goes into my ipod. I can download all sorts of cool stuff off of itunes and upload the information from the "chip" in my shoe to download and (GET THIS) have charts! AND this cool little thing costs...ONLY THIRTY BUCKS!!! AND I GOT 15% OFF EVERYTHING!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so stoked (can you tell?), I can not wait to get it calibrated and download all the cool stuff! My itunes is on my work computer, so the ONLY disappointing part was that I could not do any of this fun stuff this weekend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Friday afternoon I hit the treadmill to make sure the shoes were cool and they are...my right knee is still bothering me...but the pounding sensations I was getting with my other shoes were gone. I think I am going to have to sport the knee brace for a while. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogan.com/articles/article_109270.asp"&gt;Friday night Scott and I went to a LONG Lookouts game&lt;/a&gt;...we left in the 12th, the Looks won in the 14th.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I went to yoga and it was A GREAT class. Afterward I was not tight for the first time since THE race. I went to the pool this afternoon and worked on my freckles and then went to dinner with Scott's family (he is at the Atlanta Braves game today). I am trying to figure out what to do for cardio tomorrow afternoon. I know that I will want to run (once I get my ipod situated) Monday...and I should not run three days in a row...maybe I'll do laps at the pool, in my swim suit!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much love to Momo who is in an Ironman race tomorrow and congrats to ZBuck, Russ and Matt who competed in a Duathlon today and Iron Pol who competes in a half Ironman this weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were running&lt;br /&gt;Keep holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Its so we don't get separated (No Doubt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-5366972452186597000?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/5366972452186597000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=5366972452186597000' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5366972452186597000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/5366972452186597000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/running-all-time-running-to-future-with.html' title='Running all the time, Running to the future, With you right by my side'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rn3LKVJgKDI/AAAAAAAAAhk/zUJIgNI_F0A/s72-c/prozax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-4509407328873088263</id><published>2007-06-21T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T11:34:20.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Somebody's ringin' the bell, Do me a favor, Open the door and let 'em in</title><content type='html'>THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH (again and again and again) for your awesome support!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I jump back on the horse. I have been pretty lazy since Saturday...I swam on Monday and did strength work (mostly ab work) at home Tuesday and last night. Tonight I am planning on going to my Powerflex class and doing 20 minutes on the elliptical afterward. Tomorrow, when I run, will be the first true test of what is going on with my knee...but it is time to get going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078532330476283826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnqSP1JgJ7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zwdsVMhkoo/s320/tri.jpg" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/04/you-make-me-happy-when-skies-are-grey.html"&gt;We are officially signed up&lt;/a&gt; for another event, The Chattanooga Waterfront Tri on July 15th. I say we because my Momma, my friend Kim and I are doing it as a relay. Momma is doing the swim (1.5K), Kim the bike (40K) and I am doing the run (10K).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would really like to do this 10K in under an hour. For now that is my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking at the track club schedule to try and set up my plan for the rest of the year... I am thinking of doing two more 5K races and one 10K race this year and I am batting around the idea of signing up for next year's &lt;a href="http://www.cmmarathon.com/home.html"&gt;Country Music 1/2 marathon in April&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A funny thing happened in &lt;a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/"&gt;Barnes and Noble&lt;/a&gt; yesterday when I went to get a book I have heard a lot about called," &lt;a href="http://www.elizabethgilbert.com/eatpraylove.htm"&gt;Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert &lt;/a&gt;(If it is as good as everyone says I will make sure to do a post on it) and, as always, I found myself with the magazines. I have made it clear from the get go that &lt;a href="http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-forgot.html"&gt;I am a magazine junkie&lt;/a&gt;...give me a Glamor, Lucky, In Style, Allure and I am a happy girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what I bought yesterday... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.runnersworld.com/0,7118,,00.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078535285413783506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnqU71JgJ9I/AAAAAAAAAg0/0lqEnLabxj8/s320/july2007cover.jpg" width="117" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;One other things that I have read about in the blog world in tempo runs and I never REALLY understood what that meant. It had a great article and explanation and I am definitely going to start doing a tempo run, at least, once a week! It also had a good article on runner's knee that I need to get further into!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today I am going to see my psychiatrist. It is a scheduled visit that I have had for a while. I have decided I am going to lay it all out for him (including the fact that I took myself off the meds, which I know he will not be happy about) and go with (for the time being :) ) whatever advice he gives me...I guess he is the professional!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take Care&lt;br /&gt;Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister Suzi, brother John,&lt;br /&gt;Martin Luther, Phil and Don,&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ernie,Auntie Gin&lt;br /&gt;open the door, let em in (Paul McCartney)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-4509407328873088263?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/4509407328873088263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=4509407328873088263' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4509407328873088263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/4509407328873088263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/somebodys-ringin-bell-do-me-favor-open.html' title='Somebody&apos;s ringin&apos; the bell, Do me a favor, Open the door and let &apos;em in'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnqSP1JgJ7I/AAAAAAAAAgk/-zwdsVMhkoo/s72-c/tri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-348930927542630315</id><published>2007-06-19T13:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T15:25:13.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of the Story</title><content type='html'>When I was in Middle School and the start of High School my Mom was part of a car pool. When it was her time to drive everyone would always tell me to try and get her to put it on one of the "cooler" (Top 40) radio stations. She liked to listen to a station that had a stronger than usual "talk" element and played mostly oldies and a few, very main stream, top 40 hits. I would play along with my friends and tell her I wanted the station changed...sometimes she d&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077871532577925026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rng5QVJgJ6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/oR_co9XqdPk/s320/paul+harvey.gif" border="0" /&gt;id, sometimes she didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Truth be told I liked the station that she listened to. One of the main reasons I liked the station was that &lt;a href="http://www.paulharvey.com/bio.shtml"&gt;Paul Harvey &lt;/a&gt;was featured daily. I loved his voice and the inside angle that he gave to events happening around the world. His segment was called, "The Rest of the Story." As I was thinking of this post I thought of Paul Harvey, because this post really is the rest of the story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I had a full blown panic attack in the first mile of my race on Saturday. My mind raced as the fear built. All I could think of was, what if I can not do this? My legs were heavy, my mouth was really dry and I could not seem to catch my breath. I had thoughts of stopping right then and saying that my knee hurt, that I did not feel good, straight out telling my family I was having a panic attack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surrounded by people and felt totally closed in, like there was no where to go. I began singing to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ipod&lt;/span&gt; and trying to visualize that I was running on the treadmill at the gym. As one foot went in front of the other I calmed some and finally got into a rhythm. The last thought of bailing came when the 10K and the 5K split...I could just follow the 5K and say I got confused somehow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the split happened and I saw how few people headed up the hill on the 10K route I felt like I had to do this...I am one of few who have chosen this route and I have to do it. Shortly there after I saw Momma and Scott for the first time and that gave me a boost I needed badly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Right before the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; mile marker we turned into a headwind, I had been trotting along nicely for a while at this point. When we hit the headwind I got really cold. Bone cold. I had decided to wear a sleeveless top because I thought I would be really hot, I never thought, for a second, that I would be so cold! It scared me and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; kicked in again. I looked down at my heart rate and it was at 99% (whatever that means). I was not tired but I walked because I was scared. I could not let go of the thought that something was seriously wrong with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never warmed up the rest of the race and it was only after a warm bath that I felt my temp was normal back at home (we did eat at a cold restaurant after the race which probably did not help much). This is where the obsession kills me. The thought that something was wrong never passed through my head the rest of the race (I worried even after I got home) it played like a broken record in my head. Once again it was seeing my Mom and S and Alan and Kate on the bridge that boosted me to the finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I have been off my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for a while now. My psychiatrist lowered my dose but I continued the process and slowly stopped taking them all together. I can tell you, without a doubt that if I had been on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; neither of the two experiences I described above would have happened. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; would have evened me out and I would not of had the panic sensations and I would not have obsessed over the cold feelings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This leaves me in an interesting position. By God I made it through that race with panic, with obsessive thoughts and without &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;; but, did I have to? Sometime in the near future I hope to be pregnant and at that time there will be no question, I will not be on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; (this is a decision I made myself after a lot of research).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But until then...who am I? Am I the girl that was Saturday who suffers through and is proud of herself not only for her physical accomplishment, but also for her mental accomplishment. Or am I the girl who does not worry who I am? The fact of the matter is that I am still not sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl who made it through the race on Saturday is not always a fun girl to be. She over thinks everything and stops herself, in her own tracks, at every turn. The girl who does not worry will always wonder if she is missing something by not worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still thinking and praying about this one a lot. I am not sure what I will do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rng0DFJgJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/d9DnhYm5TjY/s1600-h/riverrace2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077865807386519426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="166" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rng0DFJgJ4I/AAAAAAAAAgM/d9DnhYm5TjY/s320/riverrace2.JPG" width="110" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks again for all the support out there in the blog world. You all were definitely on my mind during the race. When it comes down to it, no matter who ever else I am, I am a lucky girl to be so supported!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you have the rest of the story,&lt;br /&gt;Molly Cooper, Good Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8135889604674524651-348930927542630315?l=stapleittogether8.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/feeds/348930927542630315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8135889604674524651&amp;postID=348930927542630315' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/348930927542630315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8135889604674524651/posts/default/348930927542630315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stapleittogether8.blogspot.com/2007/06/rest-of-story.html' title='The Rest of the Story'/><author><name>Molly</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04956917918263569111</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/SA6AhBlcmiI/AAAAAAAAA84/zi-brHCVu58/S220/profile.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/Rng5QVJgJ6I/AAAAAAAAAgc/oR_co9XqdPk/s72-c/paul+harvey.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8135889604674524651.post-281097541003449390</id><published>2007-06-17T09:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T11:22:52.364-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Got your popcorn ready?...this is a long one!</title><content type='html'>For one hour, nine minutes and fifty seven seconds yesterday I worked harder than I have in a really long time! I can honestly say that I was not truly prepared for this race. I think that there is no way that I could have known that before running it...so, I am not saying that in a self deprecating way - just to say that this 10K was a HUGE learning experience for me! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got up at 5:45 and had my oatmeal and coffee and water and S and I headed out at 7:15. My sweet husband had taken spray chalk and written GO MOLLY on the driveway...he knew how nervous I was and it was really cool that he thought to do that for me!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got there and got my chip (I picked up my race packed with my number in it on Friday) and met up with my Alan, Jen and Kate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVKG1JgJyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/kgb1AYDEUmc/s1600-h/10K3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077045636136707874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVKG1JgJyI/AAAAAAAAAfc/kgb1AYDEUmc/s320/10K3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was pretty nervous going in and so pics and hugs with Momma (I think this is one of my favorite pics of me and Momma ever) and Scott were necessary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVJ6FJgJxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BufgCBBhDTo/s1600-h/10K2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077045417093375762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVJ6FJgJxI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BufgCBBhDTo/s320/10K2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVJu1JgJwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/CiTPGlH8V8Q/s1600-h/10K4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077045223819847426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVJu1JgJwI/AAAAAAAAAfM/CiTPGlH8V8Q/s320/10K4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I knew it we were lining up. There were probably 4x more people there than were at the 5k and it was MUCH more organized. They told us that all miles would be marked and splits would be called. We lined up up according to pace...there were signs along the straight away that we started on. The 5K and 10K started together and the 5K split off about a mile into the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077048938966558514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xdlDIWz9GLA/RnVNHFJgJzI/AAAAAAAAAfk/0nprk4qj7IY/s320/10K6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mile was REALLY tough. I was really questioning myself and my ability...my mouth was really dry and I felt really closed in...with good reason. I found out after the race that there was a &lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogatrackclub.org/clubInfo.cfm?contentID=newsDetail&amp;recid=157"&gt;record attendance&lt;/a&gt; at this 
